VALERIE. I could not help the anger I felt at just the thought of that bitch. I didn't know why, but she honestly just made me feel angry. She got on my nerves, and it annoyed me. The fact that somebody like her could get a reaction out of me, I didn't like it. I watched her from where I was sitting down in the cafeteria. She was talking happily with her new friend, the new transfer student. I didn't want to see her with anyone. Everyone knew not to mess with me, so they didn't talk to her. Even though I've been seeing some students speak to her ever since her body glowed up, I couldn't deny that it ticked me off. I couldn't control what these students did, but the fact that they were getting out of my control scared me. I won't admit this to anybody but myself, of course. It scared me that she might actually be taking the power I had back then, which is why I was going to make her life a living hell to regain what power that is rightfully mine!It could be through making the ne
VALERIE. “Who do we have here?” I asked, looking at my friends.“I guesssss, it's our little pitiful fatso and her new found friend, riii??” Zenya answered, taking a seat at their table. I could hear the silence that took over the hall the minute we stepped into their space. I wasn't about to allow Amelia to have the last word here. “So, I can see that you have a new best friend now? What happened to Dylan? Did he abandon you? Not coming to the rescue like he always did, hmm?” I asked her, trying to rub more salt on her wound to increase the pain she felt.I knew for sure that she had seen Dylan's diary. I've seen it for a while now, and the thought alone made me smile. I knew that she kind of had something for Dylan. It was only normal considering how close they were and the way he always helped her. I saw it in her eyes, the way she looked and smiled at him whenever he's around.Dylan was there for her all the time; for someone who got bullied a lot, she sought affection from the
DYLAN. My spirit had left my body ever since the day it happened. I didn't know how I managed to mess it up; I didn't mean to. I was planning on telling her everything. I planned to confess my feelings and then ask her to be my girlfriend officially but I fucked up things. She fucking had to see it before I could get rid of the page! I don't know any other explanation about the universe being fucked up than that. I wonder why it was when I decided I needed to tell her that she saw it, and everything fell apart. I miss her so much. I miss her so much that it hurts. I want her; that's all I do. I don't know how I've been keeping myself from going to talk to her these last few days. I probably knew that it was a bad idea. I felt so guilty and fucked up. And I have to go through the torture of seeing her every day; it's driving me insane. The thought of not being able to have her to myself the way I did previously, not exactly exclusively, but we had our moments, and I cherished i
AMELIA. “I keep telling you that you didn't have to do that,” I said to Ava as we walked to Econ. “Do what?” She asked, pretending she didn't know what I was talking about. “Come on, Ava. That got you in the bad books of the baddest bitch in the school.” I said, looking at her to make my point. “You mean the bitchiest bitch?” Ava corrected, and I rolled my eyes. “You have such a sharp mouth. But for real, on a more serious note. They are going to like to have a mark on you now. They will frustrate you and almost make you regret coming to this school.” I told her, and she stopped. I stopped, too, to look at her. “Why did you stop?” I asked her, and she turned to me. “Amelia, you're human, I'm human, and they are human too. I know there is a hierarchy in almost every school we attend, but that does not mean we should be treated like animals for that reason. And they were not even bullying you because you were on that lower food chain; they were bullying you because you were fat,
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
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
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
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
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