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
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
Amelia's pov: “My little darling, the way we practiced was different from the little ways you do them now. In our time, even before we started learning how to cast spells, we needed to know the spells we were casting and their use for them. So we used to read a lot of books and we would write an exam on it, those who passed would move to the next Academy, which is the casting spell academy.” Bonnie explained. “And you remember all these things?” I asked. “Once it's up there, it's not going out again.” “That's not fair,” Ava said, and we all laughed as we continued checking out the book. “To defeat Alura, one must not only guard against her voice but must shield the mind. Her true weapon is not her spells, but the way she plants fear, guilt, and desire inside the mind, until her prey destroy themselves.”“This was the reason why you had to embrace your fears while you were seeking your powers, now she cannot try to scare you about anything about yourself because you're already one
AMELIA. Later that day, right after Ava unlocked her powers, we went to the restroom and Ava saw her hair. She didn't like long hair, so she cut it, and to our surprise, it grew back on its own. Ava almost went crazy, but when it got to a point, she stopped. We successfully smuggled Ava and her new hair away from school today, I was sure that the boys would notice that something was wrong with us today. Because we tried to get away from them as much as possible, something that wouldn't happen on a normal day. Dylan called me, and I told him to give me some minutes, and I've not been able to call him back ever since then. He must be going crazy with different thoughts in his head. But everything would soon be over, I just needed him to be calm for me. Right now, we were in Ava’s house, my mum had been complaining about me not coming home, and I had to tell her that we had a school project, and that put her mind at rest. We were all sitting in the living room because Bonnie wanted
AMELIA. “Okay, let's do this.”“Close your eyes,” I instructed gently. This has been my part anytime we were doing this. She looked at me one time, and I nodded, giving her a thumbs-up even though my chest felt tight. She closed her eyes. This has always been the way I felt anytime she was about to venture into this finding herself. I was scared because Bonnie also told us that she could list herself into it. But hopefully it doesn't happen like that with her. Bonnie told us that she needed something that would hold her like an anchor to reality, and it had to be someone she cared about, so in this lifetime, it was either me, Bonnie, or Sebastian for her. “Listen to your heartbeat. Feel the magic that flows through your veins.” I said, trying to pace what I was saying. I needed her Tk be in tune. “Feel the magic that has been asleep inside you for a very long time now. All these years, Ava. It has been waiting for you, waiting on you. Calling on you to possess your powers, feel i
AMELIA. Ever since that night at Ava's house, I was a bit reassured that I wasn't going through things alone. Ava's mum, Bonnie, has been a great help to me and to my course. I was really happy that she decided to help us, plus she was a really nice person. After Sebastian came over that night, I became scarred. Ava and Sebastian have scarred my ears for the rest of my life. Thankfully, Bonnie was staying in the other wing so she couldn't have heard a thing.Well, I was just really happy that someone came and took her mind off things. Later that night, she came into my room to open up the letters that her father had left her. It was a very emotional moment for her, and I made sure that I was by her side all the way. She was my girl, and I was planning to make everything easier for her. I was happy that she trusted me with opening the letters for her. Ever since then, though, she has been smiling more and she has been happier, but there's this stuff that she has been telling me, she
AVA. Seb’s muscles finally relax at the same time as mine, and it feels like we melt even farther into each other. Our heavy breaths echo around the tiny space, and I finally remember where we are. A tiny laugh jumps up my throat, and still hugging Sebastian, I slap a hand over my mouth. “Something funny, Pookie?” Seb’s lips brush my skin with every word. “I can’t believe we did that. In here, with my mum and my best friend in the house.” I told him, and he chuckled. “Yeah, we did.” He said and started looking at me intensely again. There's a way he looks at me that drives me insane. And I try to avoid it because it scares me. “I want another go,” I said, and he groaned, and I felt him harden inside me. “You can't say things like that, Pookie, if we go again, it's going to be longer than this because I want to have every feel of you,” Seb said, and I almost moaned. I loved the way he talked, he never rushed when he was talking to me. It was always like he had all the time in t
AVA. A wave of pleasure rolls through my body. I like hearing him talk like this. I guess I like dirty talk. My hands shake as I reach down toward his belt. Seb strokes one finger up the length of my slit but doesn’t push in. “I can’t wait to be inside you.” His finger slides the length again. I pull his belt free from the buckle. “I’m so tempted…” The first inch of his finger presses inside me. But he pulls it back out. I whimper while I undo the button on his pants. “But if I start now, you’ll be coming on my hand.” He traces his finger back up toward my clit. I pull his zipper down.“And I want you coming on my cock.” I pull down the top of his boxers, and his dick pops free. It’s so big and thick that it audibly slaps up against his hard stomach. Seb slides his other hand down my back, down the crease of my ass, and keeps going until his fingertips touch below me. One hand in front and one behind. “Hold my cock steady,” Seb demands as he lifts me. He lifts me up and off hi
AVA. “Legs,” he pants into my mouth. I don’t know what he means until he starts to sit. Then I unhook my legs and bend them so I’m kneeling on either side of his lap when he sits on the bed.It doesn’t occur to me to try and hold myself up. I like the feeling of him under me too much, so I let my weight settle on his thighs. But he’s still palming my ass, and Seb must agree that I’m too far away because he pulls me closer. Against him. I moan when he drags me up over the bulge in his pants. A large bulge that rubs against my seam. The layers of fabric between us are hardly enough to dull the sensation.One hand slides up. And up. Between my shoulder blades. Up my neck. And then he grabs hold of my hair, grips the base of my ponytail, and tugs. My head tips back, finally breaking our kiss, and I slide my eyes open. “You’re gonna have to stay real quiet.” Seb’s lids are half-lowered as he tells me. And I can’t help myself. I roll my hips, my heat pressing into his length. His jaw
SEBASTIAN.The whole drive to Ava’s house felt like I was a crazy person. It was rough and not smooth, I would have gotten a ticket but I guess all these policemen know me from my plate number now. They know not to fuck with me, and this wasn't me on a normal day, by the way; I was more calmer. But my girl needed a fix, my fix and I was going to give it to her, anything she wanted. I already got her favorite ice cream and chips. I didn't know when I started falling in love; I didn't expect to fall in love, the whole point of all these was to just fuck and, you know, get her out of my system. That was in the beginning. She fucked me up; she was the one girl that gave me fuck me eyes openly without anybody caring and the one girl that controlled me, she didn't know it, but she did. She was the one that told me straight-up that she wanted to fuck me; I knew it wasn't like the other girls, this one was different, and then I decided that I would also fuck her, but guess what? I fell in
AMELIA. “You'd have to unlock the powers yourself,” Bonnie said. I was shocked, that's a new twist in things. I stared at Ava, who blinked at her mother, confused. “Wait, what do you mean I'm the only one who can unlock them?” She asked. Bonnie shifted in her seat, looking proud and worried at the same time. “You have to want it, Ava. Not just say it–you have to dig deep into yourself, confront the parts of you that are scared, and then also pull it out. No one else can do it for you, not me, not the elders, not even Amelia.”Ava frowned. “So what, I just sit and wish really hard?” Bonnie let out a small laugh, shaking her head. “No, it's not about wishing, it's about remembering. It's believing. Your powers have been a part of you since you were born. Remember when you tried to take the pain of your father away before he died? Yes, you need to dig that part of you out; your powers have just been locked inside a wall that you didn't know existed; now you know it exists, and wha