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Chapter 6 I slept fretfully last night. Mother's message set off something within me that I could not ignore. The family was coming and that was the equivalent to a horror movie. The night was full of monsters and the stupid girl that opened the door when danger was near. Full of silent screams and angry faces that abandoned her to the darkness. It was full of pain and misery and fucked reminders that her that no one coming to her rescue. She was on her own. Lorena complained, which she never did, until it became too much and went across the hall to Megs. Apologizing profusely the next morning, she was not mad. Instead, she waved it away in nonchalance. “I’m sure you’ve suffered through more than one of my bad nights. No harm no foul.” Actually as far as I was aware, she’d never had one. Lorena slept so peacefully that I sometimes feared she wasn’t breathing at all. “Still-” I fiddled with my fingers in my lap, watching as made herself up. “I’m sorry.” Her lips smacking together at the application of the sticky gloss. “Some things we can’t control. You wouldn’t be mad at me, would you?” Of course not. It’s not like she purposefully gave herself nightmares. It was a preposterous thought to even think - Oh. She shot me a knowing look as the realization sunk in. Beating myself up for something that was never my fault… I didn’t think it was a fair assessment. Somehow, it was always my fault. It was as if my presence was the very trigger. Unconsciously, rubbing the scar at the edge of my jaw, it was just below my right ear. It was faint, no more than a tiny sliver. The incident was a distant memory but always at the back of my mind. It was the one time my father touched me and the last time I let him. “Never mind this,” she forgot with an ease that left me jealous. “Where were you last night?” Oh. She noticed? I felt the heat rush to my cheeks. Conjuring Theo’s face and how he awkwardly shuffled away when we said goodbye at the library, I I couldn't help but stare after him as he drove off. “Was it a boy?” she giggled, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively. A ghost of a smile brushed my mouth and I fought to suppress a full blown grin. “I take that as a yes!” Lorena squealed, jumping on my bed in a spastic motion. Sprawled out on her stomach, her legs kicked in the air. “Tell me everything!” My eyebrows knit together, biting my bottom lip. Is this what normal roommates did? Gossiped about boys and shared their deepest darkest secrets? I did not have the heart to push Lorena away. Ever since last week when Lorena bared her soul, something changed between the two of us. The morning after, she complimented my blouse and told me I looked pretty. Later, she invited me to the dining hall with her and Megs for dinner. Too stunned to speak, and mildly confused, I could only dumbly blink and stare as she waited for a response. Automatically, I said no. At this point it was instinct to reject the slightest attention. I’d become used to being alone. Yet, the emptiness greeted me like an old friend that I’d come to resent. But it didn’t matter anyway. While the damage had been made and the seeds sowed, I could not ignore the twinge of guilt as her face fell in disappointment. Watching her now, so hopeful, normal, it was a punch to the gut. I realized that I wanted to speak to her. I wanted to be her friend. I wanted her to like me. The only barrier stopping our friendship from blossoming was me. I was the problem. “Come one…” she playfully groaned, oblivious to my internal monologue.“I want the deets! Is he cute? Where does he live? Do we know him??” Unexpectedly, my head tipped back in laughter. The rumbles from my chest were infectious, warmly radiating throughout my skin. We fell onto each other so naturally that no one ever could have believed the divide. Laying side by side, we gazed up at the sparkling fairy lights strung around the edges of the ceiling. Catching my breath, I bit my lip. “Yes.” “What?” She turned, confused. The question. Theo. Understanding dawned in her eyes. “He is…” Beautiful - “Very nice looking.” “Very nice looking? Uh-huh,” she balked and turned on her side. “Tell me how you really feel. What’s his name?” That was when my throat closed up. Relationships between Amazons and littles weren’t illegal in Astoria, just highly frowned upon. For many Amazons it was the equivalent of an adult dating a child. It didn’t matter if both couples were the same age and both consenting participants. “Is he ugly?” Lenora pouted, brushing her hair from her eyes. “Is that what you don’t want to say?” I choked. “N-no! H-he’s anything but -” “So, what’s the problem?” Well, there were a lot of problems. Starting with just a little height difference (more like seven feet apart) and perhaps even more importantly… his girlfriend. Before I could decide if I could trust Lenora, his name poured out like vomit. “OH MY GODS!” “YOUR FUCKING WITH ME!” “SERIOUSLY???” Yes. Seriously. Eyes wide, unblinking, I was frozen in a violent state of shock. I watched as my normally subdued roommate went absolutely feral with the confession. “This is - “ she struggled to form the right words.“MAJOR!” “Calm down!” I pleaded, reaching forward. “Be quiet! Andrew will hear us!” And no one could find out! “How did this even happen?” she demanded, grabbing my hand. “Nothing has happened.” I’m adamant. Really not in the mood to divulge the entire story, I told her all she needed to know. Starting when Theo randomly sat next to me in class to running into him at the grocery store. I left out the part about Logan and her boyfriend - Jasper? No, Jackson - dragging me to Marty’s. I emphasized how he needed help studying (not me!) which wasn’t technically a lie. Then, she obviously already knew where I spent the night, and how we parted ways this morning. “You realize how big this is?” I didn’t because once again NOTHING HAPPENED. My face pinched in frusteration. I didn’t know how to do this whole girltalk thing and the thought of spilling all of my gooey feelings seemed fruitless. “Don’t get like that now.” she warned, sitting back down. “You’ve never had a boyfriend, have you?” The way she said it was not an insult but merely a matter of fact. “Talking to men is a delicate process that requires tremendous patience and a firm knowledge of your own self worth. Think of them as puppies - stupid, cute (sometimes) and incredibly needy. If you don’t rein them in, they will ruin you.” Head cocked to the side and mouth tilted down, I thought she was exaggerating, but then again… what did I know? “Amazon men on the other end…” she trailed off, “they are a whole different ball game.” All bite and all bark. I knew what she was implying. Swallowing thickly, my shoulders hunched. “We didn’t do anything. He just let me stay over. I crashed on the couch-” Lenora shook her head. “A man never just lets you stay over.” But that’s what I did… She emphasized, “you need to understand… if a man invites you home, he only wants one thing.” What? “Sex.” Oh. My face blanched violently. I hadn’t even thought of it that way. He was the first guy that I’d ever even looked at. Quickly grasping my trembling hands, she pulled me back to reality and out of my spiraling thoughts. She reassured, “There is no need to panic. Maybe I spoke too soon. I don’t think this is the case.” But she just said - “You said nothing happened?” Yeah. It was actually kind of boring. “That’s a good thing.” “Is it?” Lenora bobbed her head. “That means he’s genuinely interested in you.” Now it was my turn to scoff. No way in hell would Theo Matthews see me as anything but… but… me. “Did you forget about… Gillian?” I whispered her name, glancing at the door as if she would magically appear. Lenora made a disapproving noise with her lips. “Do you like him?” Do I like him? Blinking rapidly, I could not answer. I didn’t even know him. The real question was, did I even want to know him? Reading my hesitation, she sighed, “you know yourself. You decide if it’s a good idea. But Amazons…” We shared a knowing glance. Lenora did not need to say anymore because nothing good ever happened when the Giants were around. Especially handsome ones with evil girlfriends. ooOoo I could not let go of Lenora’s words. She was wise and she was quiet which was all I could ask for, because nobody could find out about Theo. He would survive a social slandering but I was a lamb to the slaughter - a defenseless, poor pitiful creature. But for all we knew, we were terribly misconstrued. Theo’s shielding from Logan and Gillian might just be him being a decent guy. It was so flabbergasting to think because so many men weren’t. And that was an awful thing to think about. Heeding Lenora’s advice, questioning whether it was a good idea to continue whatever this was between Theo and myself, I decided to cut him off. But that was easier said than done. Theo found me again. History. I never even knew he was in this class. But this time I was not surprised when he found me. Actually, I was moreso pisssed off. “Funny running into you again,” he crookedly smirked. Bumping my shoulder in what was supposed to be a friendly gesture, my eyes turned to slits and glared pointedly. Fuck the consequences. Our situation had gone too far and with a million other things to worry about, I did not need another problem, especially if I could control it. “Whoa,” taken aback, he held his hands up in surrender. “Someone's a crabby pants.” I frowned sullenly, angling my back to his face in warning. Watching as he slightly faltered, I quickly gathered my belongings. I attempted to move two spots over but the seat was broken which meant I could not swing myself up the way I usually did. Theo raised a brow. “You need help?” No. I hmph. I did not need any help. The shy boy act from the other day had disappeared. I decided that Theo was cocky and entitled, the way I associated all Amazons. “You need help,” he huffed again, not questioning as I continued to stand with my back turned to the front. Idiot! My mind screamed. Heart thumping in my rib cage, if it were not for the thick muscles of my chest, it would have tore right through my body. I didn’t like the way he looked at me. His hazel flecked gaze danced wickedly and I forced myself to look away. In doing so, a delicious scent wafted through the air. Nostrils flared, of course, the culprit was Theo. It was a rich warmth, creamy and gentle, reminiscent of vanilla but with something else. A subtle earthiness? Oak, perhaps? Or musk. Whatever it was, I could drink it all day. However, immediately, I was horrified at the thought. Who had I become? Sniffing random people! Something was seriously wrong with me but I could not make it stop. “Professor Kingsly is going to arrive in exactly one minute,” his voice floated back into my consciousness. “And you are not in your seat. Do I need to explain further…” No, he did not. My teeth grit together when I realized that I had no choice but to accept his help. But I was not asking. I wasn’t that pathetic. His tone softened. “Let me help you, Madeline. You can stay mad at me after, but you can’t do this on your own.” Fuck it With the strength I did not know I possessed, I gave in. Still, I blamed him for getting me into this predicament. If he wasn’t so exquisite or nice smelling or mind-numbingly beautiful… I wouldn’t be so turned around. It was then halfway through the lecture when he slid me a tiny slip of paper. Written out in scrawly handwriting, it said: I’m sorry. Fingers hovered above the drying ink, I knew he was watching me. Now was my moment to react, to show him if this was just some sick twisted game, I wanted no part of it. I’d already been through enough to last a lifetime. But I couldn’t respond. My throat choked up at the thought of words, settling in my chest like cement. Crumpling the paper, I shoved it back in his direction. He pouted hopelessly. Two minutes later, there it was again and against my better judgement, I opened it up. Can you tell me what I did wrong? Heavily sighing, the truth was that he did nothing. It was all me. Pretty please? Another note. Professor Kingsley’s voice droned on but I couldn’t concentrate and one word came to mind. Puppy. Boys and their stupid puppylike tendencies - always craving attention, always wanting to be loved. It seemed that Lorena was wrong. The line had blurred between littles and Amazons because they were both equally as annoying. But my lips curved upward before I could stop myself. Doing everything in my power to temper the full belly laugh, he scribbled: I’m so lost. As was I. I reacted before the logical part of my brain could stop me. Grabbing his pen and tearing out a sheet of lined paper from my notebook, I wrote: Will you stop? Even he could tell that I didn’t really mean it and so began a very different game of back and forth. Stop what? This. This what? Oh, now was playing dumb… This won’t can’t happen. Such an enigma… what can’t happen? Biting my lip, hesitating, I reread his words again and again. The banter, casualness… we were knee deep in dangerous territory and I refused to enter uncharted waters without a safety vest. But, in a moment of impulsivity, I responded anyway. Hoping the waves would pull me under for a quick and painless death, I slid the paper back across. Us. ooOoo Author’s Note: Hey everyone! Here is another chapter as promised! Thanks for those who have commented and liked! It makes my day to see! You know that I always love to hear your thoughts. I write because I love your feedback so reviews mean the world to me, and inspire me to update even faster! I should update again soon, but in the meantime check out my other story! -
25.) When Blossom came back inside, she was holding something behind her back. Her heart was racing, and Blossom wasn't sure that she wasn't making an awful mistake. But Blossom was no stranger to taking leaps of faith, and the tall girl held out a purple leather-bound album in both of her hands, for Amanda to take. "Here." She continued to hold it out and bounced up and down on her toes. "Take it so I can sit down alreadyyyyyyy!" "Uh... okay...?" I had no idea what this was about, but it sure wasn't what I had expected. She wanted to level the playing field, right? What did that have to do with a photo album? I took the album out of her hands and she sat down next to me on the couch, probably a little too close. The depression of the cushion made my diaper crinkle and I tried to focus on the book instead. Blossom had been in front of thousands of people for cheerleading, but that didn't make her even half as nervous as this. But it was a good nervous, right? It was an "I'm doing a good thing" kind of moment. Blossom felt like it kind of fitting to share childhood-ish pictures of herself with a girl who was sitting here, in a diaper, as kind of child-ish herself. "Now babes, I gotta warn you, what you're about to see is something nobody ought to ever see; it's Blossom Kryptonite and I'm trusting you with it." Without further hesitation, Blossom leaned over and opened the album for her new friend. Blossom Goes to Arizona! was arched across the top of the page, in old MS Word clip art. Pasted right in the middle of that page was a photo of a gawky looking brunette girl with long hair down most of her back, in two braided plaits; her smile was adorned with very prominent braces. She was short, dumpy, unremarkable. And she was wearing a Supernatural shirt and an awkwardly fitting pair of faded jeans. "Woah..." I mean, Blossom had made reference before to her being kind of a dork in middle school, but I sure underestimated it. Everyone was kind of a dork in middle school, right? But the girl in the picture... she really didn't look like Blossom at all. And the album was more of a scrapbook, clearly put together by a kid. By Blossom. I was quiet for a moment as I leafed through the pages. At first it was kind of funny. I smiled to myself, seeing my tall busty bully in the form of... well, something closer to me at that age. Awkward. Flat-chested. Oblivious. But as I saw pictures of her with the Grand Canyon and sipping chocolate milk at a restaurant and different sundresses she was wearing, it was a lot less funny. Actually, Blossom seemed... a lot more like Blossom than I originally gave credit. It was something about her eyes, or her smile. She was so... radiant. She still looked like that nowadays, like everything was still right in front of her. "You look happy," I finally said. It was the first thing I said other than some light laughter. "You went here with your dad?" Blossom wasn't sure if she expected Amanda to ridicule her, but that was honestly more of a Blossom thing to do anyway. Maybe it wasn't all that surprising that she didn't, but it caught Blossom off-guard all the same. She felt a warmth in her chest and smiled, nodding softly. "Yup, just me and Dad. He wasn't often home because you know, single parent and all, and his work is a pretty serious thing. He'd always try to make time for me, but vacations? He lived for vacations. We'd sit and plan them out together - we'd always drive, always - and every little stop we made was decided on together." "That's so sweet." I flipped the page, a picture of Blossom in front of a large wooden carving of a bear. She was wearing an expression of mock fear, like the bear was attacking her. It made me smile. "My mom and I don't really do vacations," I admitted, flipping the page again. "We usually don't have the money. But when I was growing up, she was really pushy about always having dinner together. Sundays we would go out somewhere. We don't really do that anymore though." "That kind of weekly tradition is super wholesome." Blossom wanted to ask Did you grow out of it?, but given that Amanda was in a diaper, maybe that wasn't the most apt approach. The topic actually brought a bit of a guilty look to Blossom's face for a moment, but she shook it away hopefully without notice. "I guess love finds ways to shine in every situation," I said. Blossom had money and a busy dad, so she got to go on long vacations. I didn't have money and a mostly-present mom, so we got dinner together every night. Adaptation at its best, I supposed. The photo album had all sorts of cute touristy stuff, including a very happy looking Middle-School-Blossom on her hands and knees in the dirt, creeping up on a pair of squirrels as though she were one of them. "This is a part of my life I don't let people know about, and when I got hit with the puberty stick and people started to notice me... I overcorrected pretty hard, and that's why I was such a megabitch in high school. I got bullied and picked on all through middle-school, because hey what the hell does an only child with a single father know about being a pretty girl, right? So I swung waaaay out in the other direction, and it was super sucky of me... I was a total bitch to my Dad during those years too, and it totally broke his heart." "How are you guys nowadays?" For as little as I hung out with my mom, we were still pretty close. She didn't know about my baby stuff, but why would she? It was more of a kink, right? You don't usually share kinks with your parents. Blossom thought about it for a moment, pursing her lips as though she were trying to figure out the best way to word it. "Nowhere near as close as we used to be. When I started college, he took a higher responsibility role with Boeing, and he's only even in the state a couple of days a week. And don't misunderstand; we love each other! But I'm not his little girl anymore, and I wasn't subtle about making that known back then - it was one of the only times I've ever seen him cry." "Teens make stupid mistakes," I said, which was a little more meaningful than I had intended. In high school, Blossom made a lot of stupid mistakes with me too. I sighed and closed her photo album, leaning back on the couch a little. "I'm sorry if I don't trust you sometimes. But I want to. And I'm going to try. So... thank you for showing me this." Blossom smiled and exhaled, relieved that her gesture hadn't been taken the wrong way, and she leaned back on the sofa next to the crinkly girl, neck arched back to look at the ceiling. "Thanks for giving me a chance, babes. You're... pretty remarkable. I haven't really gone after anyone before, not like this. I don't know if that makes you feel special or not, but it's something unique to you." "I guess so?" I didn't really chase anyone either. I guess I was quick to write people off. Lin and I were only friends because she was so chill about everything. I sunk into the couch and played with my fingers. If I was going to trust her, then... "Wanna read the new chapter?" I asked nervously. I hadn't even heard back from my editor friend. It was such a raw draft... "...for real?" The offer caught Blossom completely off-guard, and when she realized it wasn't a joke she sat right on up and nodded her head. "Yeah! Yeah, I'd love to! Holy shit." I rolled my eyes, but my cheeks were pink. I had only ever shown my drafts to one other person, and never in real life. Not like this. I wasn't sure I could be in the same room... "Lemme get my laptop," I muttered, getting up from the sofa. I crinkled as I rose from the couch, but it didn't seem to bother me as much. Right now, I had bigger things to worry about. Blossom wanted to slap Amy's diapered butt as she stood - it was so tempting! - but the two were still pretty nascent. Besides, getting early access to Academy from Mia Moore herself? It was like Christmas. I came back with my laptop in my hands and sat down with another crinkle beside Blossom. I opened up the laptop and typed in my password. I was a good typer, so it didn't matter if Blossom was watching: there was no way she could follow my fingers. Academy A popped up, since it was the last thing I was doing. I scrolled to the start of the chapter. Chapter Seven Earlier That Day Wendy St. James fumbled with her hair ribbon, trying to tie her short black hair up into a ponytail. Strands kept falling out, framing her face, until she finally gave up. [Academy A: Chapter 7] (If you are following Academy Works, please read Ch.7 [linked above] and return here to continue the story. It is recommended that you DO NOT read Ch.8 at this time.) -
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I did wonder at Sally’s dry situation. It makes sense now, after two months of apparent calm. Stress, anxiety and excitement will break a dry spell easily. Hilarious! I love Erika’s response to Sally’s drama. You write her in very well! -
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