AMELIA
Her face twisted in a way it never had as she cleaned off my spit. She was shocked at first by my audacity, but soon fury burst on her face. She kicked me in the face and my mouth bled as she screamed. "How dare you stinky bitch!" Valerie pulled my hair with her friends pulling my hand towards a toilet cabinet. I panicked and started to struggle knowing exactly what they had in their mind. I fucked up. The door was pushed open and I was pulled to the toilet. "I am sorry, Valerie, please, anything but this," I begged, but she ignored me and then shoved my head into the water. She pulled it out, "Never in your freaking life do that again." She snapped then shoved me in again. Her friends held me in place so that I couldn't escape. I wiggled and kicked my leg, fighting them, but it was no use as I was getting drowned in the toilet. They turned on the water to flush me. My screams were muffled by the water. I cried and screamed but no one came. I could hear the girl's distant laugh, but it was getting blurry with my consciousness fading. The door burst open, making them jolt, and my head hit against the toilet bowl. The last thing I heard was a familiar male voice scream. "WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU DOING TO HER, VALERIE!" He came, but it was too late. Blood blurred my eyes, and everything went dark. A groan left my lips as my eyes opened. My head was killing me. Still disoriented, I reached out to touch my head and was stunned to realize that it was wrapped in bandages. "What am I doing here?" I murmured trying to sit up on the bed. I was in the nurse's office, but what really happened? I wondered, trying to piece everything together that happened before I lost consciousness. I slowly recalled Valeria bullying me in the toilet then someone burst in. My eyes sparkled with excitement, and Dylan came. As if answering my questions, I heard a familiar ringtone from the bedside. My eyes are drawn to it. It was Dylan's phone that was ringing. He had left it there. My curiosity tugged my mind to take a little peek at who was calling. I regretted immediately picking up the phone. It was an unknown caller, but Dylan's wallpaper was what struck a chord in my chest. It was a strange girl, a curvy girl I hadn't seen before, and she was smiling at the camera. It gave me a bitter feeling. 'So this is the type of girl he loves.' I thought. Dylan had been my best friend since we started high school. It was weird how a fatso and the beau of the high school could be friends but it started when he realized we were both smart. He was the only one who stood against the bullying, and yes, I was hopelessly crushing on my best friend, but he never saw me as more than a friend and study partner. My ears caught the sound of approaching footsteps and I quickly dropped the phone back on the table and pretended like nothing happened. "Amelia," I heard a soft, familiar, baritone voice call out my name, drawing my attention towards the door. There he was, Dylan, my secret crush and best friend. He was over six feet, with chestnut brown hair and grey eyes. He was the number one heartthrob, and I wasn't even an exception. "Dylan," I answered excitedly, then my eyes dimmed, remembering the girl on his wallpaper. "I can see you are up. You got me scared there when I saw you unconscious bleeding through your head." He said walking towards the bed. I ignored him and pulled out the sheet to lie on the bed backing the entrance. Bitter jealousy was eating me and I honestly didn't want to talk to him. I could not help but wonder who the girl on his wallpaper was. She was slender and pretty, a far cry from my pathetic self. He was like everyone else. Who knows if he secretly laughed at me behind my back? "I heard my phone ringing earlier." He mentioned it but I didn't reply or turn over to face him. Dylan sighed, grabbing his phone from the table then sat by the bed. His strong presence behind me was hard to ignore but I was persistent. "Amelia, are you mad at me?" He asked with a gentle tone that was smooth on the ear. I pressed my eyes together to not cave in. "Why would I be mad at you? I am just tired and prefer to be left alone." I grumbled at him. "You are mad," he stated the obvious, not that I was going to tell him why. "Why are you mad? If it's because of the Val incident, I am sorry for not coming sooner before things spiralled out of control, but as soon as I heard about what she did in the gym, I ran to help you." He explained but I ignored him. He didn't like the silent treatment, and there was no way he could guess I was being petty because of his wallpaper. Just remembering how gorgeous the girl with lovely strawberry-blonde hair and blue eyes gave me a bitter taste in my mouth. She was even smiling, flashing her lovely dimples. "Amelia, please talk to me; I have already reported Val to the principal and got my parents involved. This time, she won't avoid punishment." He urged me, walking over to the other side of the bed, but I just flipped over. "It won't make a difference; she is pretty, hot and rich. Who cares if she bullied a fatso. Please, can you just leave me alone?" I sneered at him. "Come on, don't be like that. I know Val isn't the reason you are mad; you are pretty and just chubby, and that's your charm." Dylan tried to reassure me, but it was hard to believe him. If I was pretty to him, why hasn't anything changed between us all these years? I was sure he recognized how my eyes sparkled when I saw him but I guess it was a one-sided crush. "Please tell me what's bothering you. I don't like when you are cold. Don't think about Valeria. You have no idea what those girls take, and some of them are just plastic." He persistently asked what was bothering me. I scoffed inward. If he thought of those girls as fake, why did he have one as his wallpaper? Knowing Dylan's personality, he wouldn't stop bothering me until I gave an answer of a sort. I lied. "But Val has tons of guys at her wait to ask her for prom, and I haven't been asked not even once since we got into high school and by September, will be in our senior year." I snapped at him, it was half true but I just wanted him to leave so that I could be alone. "Is that what has been bothering you?" He asked, which made me feel defeated. He will never understand what I meant. Dylan didn't need to ask a girl for prom. Even seniors asked him out. He has even won prom king without being a senior. "Dylan, please leave. I want to be alone." I said tiredly, hoping he would ignore my whining, but to my shock, he smiled at me and then held my hand. "You should have spoken out earlier. I would love to go to prom with you." I was left dumbfounded, unable to believe my ears. "Please stop joking. Why would you want to go with me." I said, pulling my hand from his hold, but his grip tightened, and he brought it to his lips. Dylan placed a soft kiss on the back of my palm that sent sparks running through my skin, and with the most stunning smile I had seen before, that left me breathless. His lips parted, and the next words he said felt surreal. "Amelia Reece, please, will you be my prom date?" My heart skipped a beat, and my lips parted but Dylan was quick to place his fingertips on my lips before adding. "Please say yes, Amelia dear. I really want to attend prom with my sassy bestie who finally decided to leave her shell..." Was he being serious?AMELIA The room was brightly lit, and I was all giggles and smiles. If this was a dream I didn't want to wake up. "Give mum a smile dear," my cheered me up with the brightest smile ever as she used her old camera to take a picture of me in my prom dress. It wasn't just any dress but a diamond arcrest dress, one of the most popular designer brands. They were the only brands that I could kind to have the best dress for me that hugged all my curves perfectly. A soft smile hung on my face as I smiled sweetly at the Camera while Mum took multiple. "That's my baby, I can't believe this day finally came. Mum said dramatically wiping off a tear. Dad's soft chuckle could be heard from the door. They were both happy I was going to prom this year and with Dylan as a bonus. This was my first ever and I was super excited. "Of course, this day was meant to be our angel finally winning over her crush," Dad said, and my cheeks went red while Mum smiled teasingly. "Dylan isn't m
AMELIA My eyes stared back at the crowd in shock; I was too embarrassed to move, my brain lagging behind to process what was happening. A roaring laugh echoed in the hall, they were all laughing at me. My eyes met Dylan's. He was too stunned to react. "Amelia, you should fix your dress." The principal said with a soft tone, reality finally hit me. My hands rushed to cover my bosoms and I ran away from the stares and laugh of mockery. As I ran past Valerie I heard her snicker. "Your fast ass ruined a perfect dress." That was enough; I could not bear it. I didn't know where I was heading but I needed to leave. Tears continued running down my eyes, my sobs were caught in my throat. My heart tightened, making it difficult to breathe. I was fat so running and crying was too much stress on my heart. Valerie did this, what did I ever do to deserve such hatred? I never came in her way and always did my best to avoid her but she always finds a way to make my life a living hell
AMELIA It gave me an unsettling feeling. As far as I knew, Thane Estate was a private property, and there was no reason for Valerie’s car to be parked here. Dylan knew how she treated me at school. He knew the things she had done.What about that night at prom? The night she ruined my dress and humiliated me in front of everyone?I shook my head. Maybe I’m overthinking this. There must be a reasonable explanation.“When I go in, I’ll ask Dylan why her car is here. There should be a good reason, right?” I murmured under my breath, trying to reassure myself.As soon as the driver stepped out and opened the car door for me, I took a deep breath and also got out. He then moved to retrieve my luggage from the trunk while I pulled out my phone and dialed Dylan’s number.He picked up almost immediately.“Amelia,” he said, my name rolling off his tongue in that deep, familiar baritone.My heart skipped a beat.“Yes. Where are you? I just got here,” I said, gripping my phone a little tighter
Dylan's POV. I should have been more careful. I should have destroyed that stupid page the moment I wrote it. It was just a dumb dare, a meaningless joke, but now...now it had ruined everything. I had only stepped out to grab snacks for our movie night, but when I got back, I knew something was wrong. The house was eerily silent. No music, no distant hum of the TV. Just silence. Then I went upstairs to check on her after keeping the things I bought. I checked her room but I didn't see her in there. Then I thought of fetching my phone from my room so I could use it to reach out to her in order to know where she was because I had forgotten to take my phone along with me when leaving the house to get some snacks and then I saw her... Amelia. She stood in the middle of my room, her back to me, clutching my opened diary. Her shoulders trembled, and I knew it before she even turned around. I knew. She had read it. Shit! “Amelia…” My voice was barely above a whisper. My throat fe
AMELIA. I looked around the environment I stood in with wary eyes. I was not sure if I had made the right decision to come to this place, but one thing I knew was that I wanted to try it out. I was not the impulsive type; I always thought decisions out to the best of my capabilities. But here I was. I was so tired of the life I was living. I was tired of the way everybody around me was treating me. Hence, the reason I accepted the offer of the dark witch. She gave me a secret location to meet her, and here I was. In this very creepy environment that I'd love to get out of soon, it felt like a voodoo would jump out at me anytime soon. The cave was dark, with different strange flowers coiling itself into the corners of the cave. And this fog was in the cave; it made it impossible to see if someone was coming except you heard the footsteps. Oh lord, I'm only trying to change the way I look, not die before I even start. Something moved to my right, and my neck could have broken wit
AMELIA. “Yes, I am ready.” I replied and straightened up.She smiled, and the next thing I knew, she chanted some spells under her breath, and she had something that looked like a liquid bottle in her palm. “So, here's the secret.” She said and stretched it towards me. I looked at the bottle warily, suddenly feeling weird about the whole situation. I looked at the bottle like the content could hurt me. “My hands are hurting, Amelia. Won't you take it?" She said in that sweet voice, but there was an underlying tone to it that told me if I let her wait one more second, she would turn me into the creepy flowers that made the cave look creepier. “Am I supposed to go home and drink it or something?” I asked her. “No, my dear. You're going to take it right here, right now. Because I have to be there for the spell to work. The moment you take it, I'm going to say some spell that would put everything in order.” She said, and I nodded, swallowing hard as I got myself ready. Then, I pro
AMELIA. I woke up the next day like every normal morning. I opened my eyes and stared at the ceiling of my room for what felt like hours but was only a few minutes in the reality of it. It was another day to go to school again. To endure the bullying and the hate comments I got from people and to see the face of the guy I loved but didn't love me back. Then I slowly stood up from the bed and walked towards the bathroom; I checked the time on my bedside mirror. I would be late if I didn't start preparing for school now, and I didn't want that. I didn't want to be laughed at by the whole class when I walk into class late with my head bowed down in shame.Being late meant going into a class with all eyes on me, a few snickers and snarls here and there along with some insults to make me more insecure, self-conscious and ashamed of myself. I wasn't ready for all that. I passed the front of my vanity mirror and walked to open the door to my bathroom, but I suddenly stopped. Then I walk
AMELIA. Ever since I got out of my car, I've been getting stares that I've never gotten in my whole life. I was used to the stares of being the only day girl in the room or the class, but this time around, I was the girl with the perfect body and the perfect curves and shape. So yes, I liked it very much. I was in a maxi gown. One that opened cleavage, yes. A whole lot of cleavage. I didn't get this perfect body to hide how beautiful it was. The maxi gown was brown in colour; it complimented the colour of my eyes, and I wore a very nice jean jacket over it.I kept it simple as usual but elegant and classy. I liked how outlined my shape was in this dress; it made me feel high about myself. At how beautiful I was, my skin looked like milk. I smiled and shook the thought out of my head: I needed to get to class quickly if I didn't want to fail my classes. I tried to get used to the wondrous stares as I walked to class, and I was finally in front of my class; I pushed the door op
DYLAN. I was wrecked. I came to the family bar that we owned, it didn't look good, I know. The golden son, drinking in daylight, it fucked with me and it's not something I would normally do, but it's Amelia. She fucks with me in the most impossible ways. She just has that ability, to make me the most miserable and also the most happiest man on this earth. But nobody except the workers would know what was going on, I told them not to let anyone come in, I needed to keep the embarrassment on a tight leash as much as I could. If my parents found out about what I was doing right now, they would kill me. I sighed as I downed another vodka. “More.” I said and the bar mistress didn't think too much about it, she did as I asked and that's how I've been spending my afternoon, getting drunk and high on the thought that Amelia still hated me for what I did that time. For her to say that thing, it hurt and scared me. Maybe Rowan was the opposite of me, someone that had courage to do what I
AMELIA. I kept on looking at her like I was starstruck. I couldn't figure out why. All I knew was that I was scared. Deep down, I knew that Dylan wouldn't leave me but anything could happen and he could decide that he didn't want me again, I wondered if I should tell Ava.“I'm fine.” I told her and she shot daggers at me. “Don't make me ask again, Amelia. Spill it.”“I really am okay.” I said and she sighed. “Do I look like a fool to you? Ever since we got back from the second break, you've been acting so weird and spacing out, and Dylan is nowhere to be found. It doesn't take rocket science to know that you and Dylan fought, he's probably the one that fucked up, and you're trying to protect him, so spill,” She said and I shook my head. “No, no, no, no. He didn't do anything, it was all me. I fucked up and I hurt him.” I told her and she frowned. “What do you mean?” Ava asked me and I sighed. “While you were out for the second break, I went under the elm tree behind the gym and
AMELIA. I've been awfully quiet. After the encounter I had with Dylan earlier, I've been in a terrible mood. The moment Dylan walked out, I started looking for him everywhere, but he was no where to be found. I really hurt him and I knew that, I didn't mean for it to happen that way. Today was the presentation we had in Mrs Williams class and I couldn't focus, first of all, one of my group members were missing and I was supposed to give the presentation, but I wasn't even in the right state of mind for that. I was so distracted.I kept hitting my pen slightly against my book, thinking of the different ways that I could apologise to Dylan. I knew for sure that he was too obsessed with me to leave me alone just like that, but at the same time I didn't like that he was vexed. So I had to do something very fast. I felt a nudge at my side and I looked at Ava and she tilted her head to the front, a sign telling me to look at something. Then I looked at the front of the class, Mrs Willi
AMELIA. Dylan walked away. We’d been fine all day–better than fine, actually. He'd walked me to history class, brought me a hot chocolate during lunch, even brushed his fingers against mine in that accidental not-accidental way. He always did when he was trying to tell me he cared but didn't know how to say it. I was confident that I knew Dylan to a point now, I knew that he wasn't all that good when it came to communicating openly, but he made his intentions clear through his actions which I appreciated a lot. And then, he saw Rowan. Or maybe it was the way Rowan saw me. I didn't expect him to show up under the elm tree again, he made it his mission to always find me under this tree. It was like he knew that this was my safe space and he was taking advantage of it, but I find all of it innocent. He was just trying to be nice, or maybe he was trying to get closer to me, regardless of all these things that I think, mainly because Ava planted them in my mind, I still think he's a
AMELIA. It all started with a knock. Nope, scratch that.It all started with him saving me from Valerie and her minions. And ever since then, Rowan has been a constant part of my life, at least he has tried to be. I was sitting alone beneath the old elm tree behind the gymnasium, my knees tucked to my chest, the pages of my sketchbook fluttering in the breeze. I hadn't drawn a thing. The pencil dangled between my fingers like a forgotten weapon. I couldn't get my thoughts straight–ever sinve I made that deal with Alura, my life had been a pendulum swinging wildly between excitement and despair. I didn't hear Rowan approach, but I felt him. He had this particular atmosphere to him that I couldn't decipher. It was nothing like that of Dylan. Dylan would always be special. “Mind if I sit?” He asked, his voice smooth like running water, a little too calm, a little too perfect. I looked up and blinked at him momentarily, caught off guard by the way the sunlight hit his eyes. Haze
AMELIA. “Yes,” I hissed, tipping my head to give him even more surface area to bite. My legs convulsed around him as he continued to beat into me. His cock played my wet pussy like a drum, pounding over and over in a delicious rhythm that had me vibrating and emitting sounds I’d never heard before. Just as a third, seemingly impossible, orgasm was about to claim me Dylan nipped my earlobe and said, “Love the feel of your tight, hot pussy all around me. Gonna fucking live between these thighs, gonna make you give it up to me all the time. Claim you in your bed before school then make you teach in the group without any panties, watch my cum leak out of you while you talk about Eve’s fall from Eden.” My breath hitched as I wavered on the edge of my climax. “Yeah, you like that, Lia? Thinking of my cum trickling down your thighs, knowing how hard it would make me to look up under one of your skirts as I did the homework you assigned in the group?” So Mrs Williams paired us into grou
AMELIA. His hands shifted down my neck, his thumbs at my chin to tip it up gently. “What the fuck happened there, babe? I’m getting’ the hottest damn blowjob I’ve ever got in my life and then my girl freaks. I need to know what I did so I don’t do it again, yeah?” “You didn’t do anything,” I murmured, because I couldn’t stand him thinking it was him who had done something wrong. I was the one who had turned to a class-A slut. “Amelia,” he growled. “You don’t answer me, you won’t like what you get.” My gaze snapped up to him, his threat sparking something inside me. “I didn’t want anything from you. You’re the one who made me do this so don’t be angry with me for acting like, like that.”“What the fuck are you talking about?” “Don’t blame me for acting like a whore!” His face solidified then collapsed as if I’d taken a hammer to it. Swiftly, before I could even squeak, he was lifting me off the floor and into his arms. Automatically, I wrapped my limbs around him to hold on as
AMELIA. It's been weeks that Dylan touched me and it has been driving me crazy. I wanted him to touch me the way he used to, but he made it clear that if I didn't recover, he wasn't going to. Right now we just finished having dinner, my mother was not around but she knew that Dylan was with me right now. We stood by the sink as we stared at each other. There was too much heat in our body that it felt like we were about to explode. I swallowed drily as he wrapped his fingers around the ridged length trapped against his thigh beneath the unforgiving denim.Slowly, deliberately, he tugged himself upwards so that the swollen purple tip of his cock appeared above the waistband, the head wet with precum that I wanted badly to paint across my panting mouth, lick off with my eager tongue. I licked my lips, lost to the fantasy. My gaze clung to his groin but I knew he watched me, knew his eyes would be bright with desires and longing. He played me perfectly, manipulating me with his beaut
DYLAN. The scariest part about love is not the vulnerability it demands–its the fact that you could lose them, and there's not a damn thing you can do about it. I've never known fear until I almost lost her. Not like that. Not in a hospital bed, surrounded by the faint beeping of machines that sounded like death knocking than medicine healing. I could still hear the rhythm of it in my sleep– those irritating, godforsaken beeps, cold white lights overheard, the sterile smell of antiseptic that clung to my clothes after I left. I didn't leave much, though. Not really. I camped in that waiting room like my life depended on it. Because in a way, it did. Amelia wasn't just a girl I liked. She was the axis my whole damn universe rotated on. And when she was unconscious, pale barely breathing, my world tilted. Nothing made sense. The jokes weren't funny. Music didn't sound right. Food tastes like ash. The weight of not knowing if she'd wake up crushed me in a slow, unrelenting waves. I