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AMELIA: Falling For My Best Friend. Chapter Nineteen.
DYLAN. After a lot of thoughts and reluctance. I finally decided to approach Amelia today, I just couldn't stay away. I thought I could, but I can't and it makes me crazy. I was prepared for anything actually. I won't be surprised if she decides to not talk to me, or ignore me while walking off. It'll hurt, but after everything I did to her. I deserved so much and more. So, I'm in front of her Arts class right now. I'm not an artistic person, so I don't have any reason to be in this class, I've been watching her from the entrance of the class for the last thirty minutes. I just stood there, watching her. There was no way I could leave without actually talking to her as my foot were stuck to the ground. Maybe I should check myself out, maybe I was actually tied to her. That's a very weird thought, but I'll take anything that makes sense at this point. Finally, after the whole thirty minutes, the class was finally over. I saw the teacher approaching me and I tried to duck but she
Last Updated : 2025-03-16AMELIA: Falling For My Best Friend. Chapter Twenty.
AMELIA. “Is it okay to say that I want you back.” He said sharply. Like he didn't think about it before he said it. I'm shocked and surprised at his outburst. Honestly, I didn't think he would say this to me. Or even say anything about this issue, but here I was. Sitting down and listening to him tell me that he wanted me back. As his friend? Because the phrase he used was mainly used for when two lovers broke up. He wants me back? If I wasn't smart enough, I would have interpreted it into something else. But I was smart, so I wasn't going to act like an idiot. “Look at me Amelia.” He said and I didn't want to. I would melt if I did, I didn't want to. “Amelia, look at me.” He said slowly and softly that I couldn't help but bend to his will. “What do you want from me, Dylan?” I asked him. “I want you.” He repeated and I rolled my eyes, not wanting to hear that term again. “Stop saying you want me, we both know who you want and that we used to be friends. You're not in any pos
Last Updated : 2025-03-18AMELIA: Falling For My Best Friend. Chapter Twenty One.
AMELIA. As I lay on my back, my body suddenly jerked upright. My eyes snapped open wide with panic. I was choking. At first, it was just a faint construction to my throat, but within seconds, it tightened into a vice-like grip. My airway was closing, and I couldn't breathe. I tried to sit up, but my body felt heavy. As if weighed down by an invisible force. My hands flailed wildly, grasping for something—anything to cling to. My face contorted in agony, my skin turning a deep shade of crimson. My eyes bulged, and my mouth opened in a quiet scream. I tried to cough, but it was a weak, ineffective sound. My lungs were burning, desperate for oxygen. My chest heaved, but it was a futile effort. The room began to blur, and my vision tunnelled; I felt myself being pulled down to a suffocating abyss. I could hear noises, but they were all in my head; I imagined it. But the pain was real; I didn't understand what was wrong as I gripped my neck, desperate to breathe. I just wanted to
Last Updated : 2025-03-18AMELIA: Falling For My Best Friend. Chapter Twenty Two.
AMELIA. Today was another day. I was in school but couldn't think or do anything properly. My mind was occupied with what happened while I slept. That was the second time that I was choked while trying to sleep. It was a very uncomfortable feeling, and I didn't know what to do. I thought of going to the witch's place the other day, but school practicals came up, and I had to stay late in school. But I planned on going today; I would meet up and talk to her about it. Hopefully, we could find a middle ground. “So, what's up about the party?” Ava asked me. “What party?” I inquired, a bit confused.“Oh my God, I'm not even socially active, but I still know things because I pay attention,” Ava said, rolling her eyes at me, and I just laughed. “Sorry, I've been occupied with stuffs recently,” I explained to her. I couldn't say much because she would think of me differently if I told her. “Yes, I can see that. Do you want to tell me the stuff that is happening with you?” She asked m
Last Updated : 2025-03-19AMELIA: Falling For My Best Friend. Chapter Twenty Three.
AMELIA. After telling Ava I'd meet her in her house once I'm done with my errands, I got myself set for the witch’s cave. I could only hope that I didn't regret this; the moment I saw her, I didn't mind kneeling to beg her and plead to let Dylan go and then give me my old body back. I didn't mind having that old body back because Dylan made it known that he liked my thighs; he also made that known by always touching my thighs or squeezing them. So I would be okay if I went back to being the Fatso of the school. I pulled into my parking spot, and after taking a while in the car to perform some breathing exercises, I opened the door and went out. Please let this go well, I muttered to anyone listening in my head, but I could not help the feeling that there was a pending doom, which scared me. I stopped thinking about it as I walked into the cave; I was not enamored by how the cave was right now, though it added to my fears, and I was bothered about other things. Other things like
Last Updated : 2025-03-19AMELIA: Falling For My Best Friend. Chapter Twenty Four.
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 fat 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.
Last Updated : 2025-03-19AMELIA: Falling For My Best Friend. Chapter Twenty Five.
AMELIA. We finally arrived at the party; music blared through the speakers, and drunk teenagers were everywhere. We were still inside the car, and both of us took our time as we looked and observed everything going on. I could see teenagers making out with each other on the porch of the house, tongue and everything. Almost naked, gosh. Teenagers’ parties were always like this; I wondered what the inside looked like. I looked at Ava, and her eyes met mine simultaneously. She had the same look on her face. “Are you sure this was not a mistake?” I asked her, and she smiled, but the smile wasn't genuine as she looked back at the party. “Come on, I'm sure we were not expecting anything less than this. After all, it's a teenager’s party. So let's just keep our heads in the game.” She said, and she applied her lip gloss again through the rearview mirror. “Come on, we can do this.” She said and pumped her hand in the air. “Okay, I'm sure we can,” I said as we exited the car. It was D
Last Updated : 2025-03-20AMELIA: Falling For My Best Friend. Chapter Twenty Six.
AMELIA. “You look so fucking good right now, Amelia.” He whispered in my ears and I immediately felt goosebumps go down my spine. I wanted to peel his hands off me, because people were looking. And we seemed to be in a very intimate position right now to the outside world. But I couldn't bring myself to do it, in fact, I was scared that he would take his hands off. As if he could read my thoughts, he pulled me closer to him and I rolled my eyes, stopping myself from moaning as I felt the hard budge that was against my butt. Fuck. “Dylan. H..hey.” I stammered. Why the fuck did I stammer again? What was wrong with me? I should be able to at least release a coherent sentence. But nothing was forming, the most annoying thing was that only thing I could focus on was his breathing. I wanted his mouth to come closer to my neck, and lick on that spot that he knows so well. Yeah, we have never had anything that was relating to sex, or even make out, but he knew places where I liked to b
Last Updated : 2025-03-22
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AMELIA: Falling For My Best Friend. Chapter Forty One.
DYLAN. My teammate licks his lips. “She reminds me of those thick porn actresses. Do you think she makes those erotic-asfuck noises like them?” In my mind, I’m jumping across the table, grabbing him by the neck, then bashing his head against the floor. I really wasn't okay with hearing him speak that way about Amelia. But I had to keep my cool. Once, twice, until blood oozes from a crack in his forehead. Then I go on until he loses some of his teeth and starts wailing like a fucking bitch. In reality, I remain still. I don’t even reach for my drink. Any change in my body language will betray my thoughts. I’ve learned not only to conceal my emotions but also to never allow anyone to read them. Thinking about inflicting violence, imagining the whole scene and its repercussions, is what helps me to cope. Not now, though. His words still ring in my head. The fact that he’s picturing Amelia in a porn scenario and fucking stereotyping about it burns hot in my veins. I need payback be
AMELIA: Falling For My Best Friend. Chapter Forty.
DYLAN.Coming to The Grill used to be normal. In here, I’m the center of attention and I also enjoy the mindlessness of it. The feelings that reach me from everyone around me are a much-needed distraction from my ominous ones. Coming from my background and being my grandparents’ favorite charity case has forced me to turn off my ability to feel. Or rather, to stop relating to others and only watch them from a clinical view. When I’m with my group of friends, I can decompress by observing them and letting their emotions wash over me. Like Damon, for instance. He’s loud, crude, and only thinks about getting his dick wet and being drafted into the NFL. He’s currently telling the girls his famous story of when he killed a bear with his dad. And while I’d usually relisten to his ego-retelling and even encourage him to go on, I’m in no mood for anything. Correction. I’m in the mood for kidnapping Amelia and chasing her. Or fucking her against the hood of her car—or mine. But that’s not
AMELIA: Falling For My Best Friend. Chapter Thirty Nine.
AMELIA. Goddamn it. Stop ogling his lips. Just when I’m about to pull away from him, an annoying voice filters in our direction.“If it isn’t Amelia.” I push Dylan away as Valerie and her minions and a few others from their exclusive club saunter by us. Damn it. Damn it. The last thing I want is to be seen in Dylan’s company by this band of thieves. They’ll never let me live it down and will make a whole big case about how he’s out of my league and blah, blah, blah. “Val,” Dylan greets her with ease. But at least he’s not trying to touch me. She raises her brows at me. “You aim big.” “Don’t you have some people to torture or make their lives miserable?” She smiles. “Maybe.” “Yours included, Amelia,” One of her minions screeches. “Go take a hike, Bee.” “It’s Bree!” Valerie inches toward me and whispers so only I can hear her, “Careful what you get yourself into. You never know what happens in dark corners.” My breath hitches as she saunters away, followed by her clique. Oh m
AMELIA: Falling For My Best Friend. Chapter Thirty Eight.
AMELIA. Something is off. Me. I’m off. Ever since Dylan had his tongue and fingers in and all over my most sensitive part, it’s like I’m an entirely different person. Because I want it to continue. No. I actually want another scene like in that room where I’ll be on the receiving end this time. Or maybe it can start like in the forest and end like just now. I still have him in the palm of my hands so I can ask for it, I think so… I frantically shake my head. What the hell is wrong with me? Is there some loose screw in there? Instead of finally leaving me alone, Dylan exits the locker room first, saying he’ll wait for me outside. He leaves me panting and hornier than when he first walked in. It takes everything in me to put on jeans and throw on a shirt and my leather jacket before I go out. The late afternoon chill assaults my sensitive skin as I head to the parking lot. Sure enough, Dylan is waiting in front of his Tesla. With Ava. I hurry toward them, my cheeks about to ca
AMELIA: Falling For My Best Friend. Chapter Thirty Seven.
AMELIA. "Because it’s you.” “That’s not an answer.” I retorted.“It’s a perfectly adequate one.” “I just can’t wrap my mind around the fact that you want all this depravity with me when you have the entire campus at your beck and call.” my voice trembled as I spoke softly.“The entire campus don’t make me horny as fuck after a newbie blowjob. You do. Also, the entire campus don't make me hard as fuck when I look at them. So how about you step down from your high and mighty tower and come down to my level?” Dylan smirked, amusement in his gaze as his eyes hovered me.“So I can service you?” I arched an eyebrow.“Among other things.” “In an alternative reality, maybe.” I scoffed.“You don’t mean that.” “I totally do. Does hearing me say 'NO' to you bruises your superstar ego?” “This isn’t about my ego, it’s about yours.” “Oh, give me a break.” I rolled my eyes, crossing my arms.“It’s true.” “Are you telling me that if I say no, you’ll leave me alone?” “No.” “There. Your ego
AMELIA: Falling For My Best Friend. Chapter Thirty Six.
AMELIA. My whole body ached, I didn't know who told me to agree with Ava on her games, but now my whole body was hurting. I can't remember the last time my body went through such strenuous activity. Another reason that I involved myself in the cheerleading activity was because the witch happened overnight, she kept appearing in my dreams and I almost died overnight because I couldn't breathe. The cheerleading activity took my mind off it and I welcomed the jabs from Valerie too. She intentionally made it more harder for Ava and I at the tryouts today. Valerie was just a bitch. Finally we were done for the day and I just finished taking a very long shower. I spend more time than needed in the shower until almost everyone leaves. When I come out, Valerie and the assistant captain of the football team are talking to the coach in the office adjacent to the locker room. Their voices are clear, but not their words. Hopefully, they’ll leave before I’m done. I’m not in the mood for jabs
AMELIA: Falling For My Best Friend. Chapter Thirty Five.
AMELIA. If going to school was hard before, it’s now close to impossible. On Monday, I walk down the hall like a druggie experiencing symptoms of withdrawal. Not only are my fingers twitchy, but I keep watching my back as if expecting a sudden attack. Okay, that’s an exaggeration. Or is it? I honestly don’t know anymore. I spent the whole weekend overthinking until my head nearly exploded. I didn’t find the same level of joy in bingeing on my true crime shows and podcasts. Instead, I kept replaying what happened two days ago in the haunting darkness of the forest. The chase. The blowjob. How Dylan came all over my face. It should’ve been humiliating, right? But I found myself staring at the mirror, recalling how I looked after he drove me home. I was a mess, but not in the negative sense—far from it. It’s the most beautifully haunting mess I’ve ever had the chance to witness, to breathe in and feel up close.Just before I got to my locker, he sent me a picture of himself, hal
AMELIA: Falling For My Best Friend. Chapter Thirty Four.
DYLAN. “Don't be scared of applying pressure, you won't hurt me.” Amelia tightens her tiny grip and moves it from the base of my dick to the tip of it. I hissed in a breath, and she paused, her movements unsure, before she resumed her task. This lady was going to be the death of me; everything she did amazed me. Her technique is awkward at best as she tries to fit me in as much as possible. Is this a tactic so she can get away without sucking me off? In her attempt to stuff me in, her teeth graze my dick and I grunt as I grab a handful of her hair and wrench her head back. “No fucking teeth.” Her eyes widen, but she nods as she closes her lips around my dick and sucks at a moderate pace. “Are you sure you want to get me off? Because at this rate, I’ll be falling asleep.” I decide to tease her. I know she'll do it properly when you push her or when you make her know that you feel like she can't do it. I don't know why the fuck she's reluctant. She doesn't get that she's mine.
AMELIA: Falling For My Best Friend. Chapter Thirty Three.
DYLAN. The day I dreaded was here. The day when I couldn't keep my mask in check. The day when I couldn't control my sick, twisted cravings. I’ve gone through a million defense mechanisms to bottle it all in. I played the social game and the diplomatic one. I excelled at maintaining a façade and painting a different image in other people’s heads. Not once have I let myself slip, despite the countless temptations. Despite the blinding urges and the compelling chances. Not even during my hot-blooded teenage years.I’ve excelled at self-control. Having learned from my grandparents and my parents that the lack of it would only land me in trouble. Disfigured in a foreign land. For someone with a savage command over emotions, I can tell when I’m on the edge. When my mask, that’s almost become a part of who I am, can no longer remain intact. Because here I am, standing over Amelia as she lies on the bed. But there’s nothing delicate about the stupefaction written all over her face.
