The Lunacy of Tyler Lockhart ✔️

Chapter Fifty Three - Past

Past

Victoria

Tyler's Diary

She was just a friend, and I didn't even realize when it turned into something more—like an obsession. She was there when I needed her the most. I think it's the selfless part of her that drew me in. If I called or texted her that I needed to talk, Vicky wouldn't bother to question me about the 'why' or 'what', the next thing I know she'd be standing outside my doorstep carrying my favorite cupcakes.

When we were fifteen, I realized that I liked her more than friends. I just didn't know if she knew that. At sixteen, I started having dreams about her. Sex dreams. Dark and dirty. Vicky was a star of my fantasies, and it started becoming harder to ignore it when she started flirting with me.

I think a part of me didn't want to acknowledge her at all, and continue being friends because as much as I was selfish to take what I wanted, I was also aware that I could screw this all to hell if I acted upon my desires.

Every time in school when I caught her staring at me, or touching me casually during lunchtime, brushing my hair playfully, I could recognize that hungry need in her stormy eyes.

Victoria is unique, with her white-blonde hair, and mischievous silver-grey eyes, and a sassy-smart mouth, she made sure that my heart was obliterated to smithereens. Not to mention the sweet scent of her citrusy shampoo and the mild perfume that she wore every day. She wouldn't tell me that she liked me outright because she liked the chase, she enjoyed watching me squirm, hanging onto her every word and I wouldn't say that I disliked it since it made things more thrilling.

I still remember that Sunday evening we were alone at home together, and we'd just finished working on our homework and were watching a sci-fi movie that wasn't keeping my interest. What really had my interest was Vicky's beige crop top that had a low-cut neckline and puff sleeves. She wore it with denim shorts and was casually sprawled over my bed in a way that I had a perfect view of her cleavage.

She was being a tease and trying to get my attention because I could bet she would never wear something like that in public.

It all started from Friday when she saw me laughing and flirting with that nerd from my Calculus class, the one with the watermelon-sized breasts and Vicky naturally began to experience strong feelings of jealously, or perhaps she was envious since she was a 34 A-cup. I know her size because I've been in her house enough times and found her lingerie lying around in her room sometimes fresh out of laundry.

Anyway, back to that day. I suspected her dressing up so goddamn proactively for a study session was only because she wanted to show me that she possessed the assets I was looking for. And to be honest, I don't care about the size. I just wanted Vicky, but she didn't know that.

To tease her, I said, "Did you wear those clothes so you could make me hard?" I'd smiled to keep the tone light.

I saw Vicky's face warm, but she tried to conceal it by laughing, and she responded saying, "Wow. I need to buy you a filter for that mouth."

"Be honest with me, Vicky. You wanted me to be turned on." I told her. "Aren't you going to take responsibility for your actions?"

Of course, I was just teasing her. I didn't think that she would take things seriously, but she'd met my gaze head-on and said, "What do you want me to do?"

"Be careful about what you offer me." I twirled the silver-blonde lock of hair in my hair. "You might regret doing it."

I'd left it hanging there. If she leaned in and kissed me, I wasn't going to be the one to issue another warning. But I was also aware that taking a step too far with Vicky would be like shitting all over my friendship with Archer. He was as important to me as she was. Without them, I wouldn't have any real friends. I needed his permission.