Bullied and the Bitch

Chapter 35: Love, More Precious than Diamonds

"Hey. Whatcha doing?" El asks as she enters my room. She had been busy in the kitchen with Aaron, learning more from him. I'd stood there glaring at them for a few moments, before deciding I was in the way. Aaron winked at me a few times, which annoyed me, but he'd assured me beforehand that I had nothing to worry about from him.

I still wonder if he's gay.

"Hey. C'mere. Look what I found." I hold up a leather-bound book, its design was of red and black stripes, which I decided I liked.

"What is it?" she asks. She drops into my lap without a word and I kiss her neck, breathing in the scent of her.

"It's my diary, apparently," I say. I had found the diary tucked away in my bookshelf, encased in a cover for another book, concealing its existence.

She lifts an eyebrow. "Brianna's or Brian's?"

"Brian's," I answer. "I think it's a guide left for us from my fairy godmom. Apparently I'd been scared by nearly getting raped by some crazy chick at thirteen, which is why I'd stayed a virgin until I met you." I shrug. "That did happen, but not when I was thirteen. I suppose it's as good an excuse as any." I still shudder when I think of that terrifying woman gripping my balls.

"Mm," she hums, agreeing, leaning back so that her head is tucked into the hollow of my shoulder.

"And I was a drug addict, apparently. Which is why dad and I had that so-called argument, causing me to leave home." She draws back and looks at me in some concern.

"Is any of that true? Have you done drugs?"

"Well... I've done some in the past," I say hesitantly. "But not too much. I was more of a sex addict." She snorts at this.

"That explains a lot," she says. I laugh and set the book aside.

"Mm. It does, doesn't it?" I ask, holding her close and nibbling her earlobe. El eeps and she grasps my forearm tightly. "You're so hot, baby..."

"Aah..." Her breathing quickens. I suck on her earlobe, then trail kisses all the way down her neck. I reach inside her shirt, groping her bra-covered breasts, doing so carefully because they'd gotten exceedingly sensitive as they ready themselves to produce milk for our baby.

The noises she makes are driving me nuts and I grab the hem of her T-shirt, ready to pull it off her... and that's when my dad barges in.

I groan loudly. Every single time I've tried having sex with El since the moment I turned male again, someone has cockblocked me. I've tried school, my car, at home, even the mall toilets. But it does not work out.

My father raises an eyebrow at me and El looks at him meekly. She sits demurely in my lap, pretending she hadn't just been holding on to me and writhing in my lap. I know she wants to climb off me, but she doesn't, for which I'm glad – I don't want my dad to see my boner.

"Bry, there's a call for you," he says.

"A call?" I ask. He nods.

"It's from the judging committee." I stare at him. El bounces excitedly in my lap.

"Ian! They're calling to give you the results of the competition," I feel numb. I knew it'd be here any day, but now that the moment is here, I feel numb. Nervous. My knees were shaking. My mouth had gone dry. My boner had disappeared.

El rises from my lap and pulls me to my feet. I let her do so then I start walking stiffly to the landline phone attached to the wall, right beside my bed. I pick the receiver up and place it at my ear.