Destiny

Chapter 5

As I followed behind Byron and Beatrice, who were talking, I knew that I was jealous of Beatrice. I mean, not of her life, of course. I mean, I could tell Byron was into her, and I could tell that Beatrice was into him. I cross my arms in jealousy.
For the entire time we walked, Byron didn't even look back. I began to get angry now. I thought this 'running away mission' would be about me. But I guess it's about shitty little Beatrice over there.
The next thing I knew, I was plummeting to the ground in pain. My breasts were sore and my stomach burned like hell.
Byron turned around and ran towards me. "Destiny!" He cried. "Are you okay?"
"I don't think so," I responded.
Byron lifted me up and took me to a nearby rock. Beatrice just watched holding the blanket close to her chest.
"What's hurting?" Asked Byron.
"My stomach and my, you know, boobs," I responded awkwardly.
"Okay," said Byron. "This might feel a little weird, but I'm going to take your shirt off and rub your stomach and uh... boobs with medicine." I nodded, looking weirded out, but really, inside, I was delighted that he was gonna touch me. Especially my breasts.
Byron slowly took my shirt off. He then unclipped my bra. "Ooh," he said. "That looks bad."
He took something out of his bad and put some of the liquid inside on his hand. This is it, I thought, He's gonna touch me.
Byron rubbed my stomach with his cold, hard hands. I was breathing fast. Afterwards, he went for my boobs. Rub, rub, rub. I didn't want him to know it felt good. It was heaven, but I made it seem like it was hell.
I just winced and looked away at every position he did.
A few minutes later, I put my bra and shirt on. He nodded awkwardly. "Well," he said. "We better get going."
I looked over and saw the sun was setting. I walked beside Byron and Beatrice followed, bringing the blanket closer to her body.
But, I knew, that something is still keeping us apart. Not Beatrice, not the Knights. But something much, much deeper and more emotional.
I didn't know how I knew these thing. Back in school, I could tell when anyone had a crush on somebody. It felt like I had a sixth sense.
"We'll camp here," Byron said as he pointed to a willow tree.
We get set up and lie our blankets down on the ground. I was in the middle of Byron and Beatrice. One one side was a naked girl and on the other side was the sexiest guy in the entire universe.
As I drift off in to sleep, I think about Byron and I having sex. His hands touching me and me touching him. Ah, wishes.