Fu**ed And watched#4
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Kathy's Pov(f****d And Watched)
It had been four long, awkward days since the fight with Amelia.
The dorm room felt completely different now. Cold. Heavy. We still slept in the same space, still went to the same classes, but it was like living with a stranger who used to be my everything. We used to study together every evening, side by side on the bed, sharing snacks, laughing at stupid memes. Now I sat on my bed alone with my books while Amelia studied at her desk with her earphones in, pretending I didn’t exist.
Every time I tried to focus on my notes, the silence pressed down on me and made it impossible. I kept stealing glances at her, hoping she’d look up and say something. She never did.
Today I finally decided enough was enough. I couldn’t take the weird tension anymore. I was going to talk to her.
We both had an exam that afternoon. I got ready early and waited until Amelia was packing her bag. She looked good as always — tight jeans and a cropped top that showed a sliver of her stomach.
“Hey, Amy…” I said softly, stepping closer. “Can we please stop doing this? I really miss you. I miss my friend so much.”
I sat down on the edge of her bed, right beside her stuff. Amelia paused, her hands still on her notebook. For a second I thought she might soften.
She looked at me, eyes sad but also determined. “I miss my friend too, Kathy. But at the same time… I’m in love with my friend.”
My stomach twisted. “Since when? I mean… you broke up with your boyfriend like a month ago. I thought you were into guys.”
Amelia gave a small, bitter laugh. “Well, now you know I do girls too. So what are you going to do about it?” She looked me up and down slowly, her gaze turning sexy and slutty, like she was already imagining things. “Because I love you, Kathy. And if you can’t be with me… if you’re not going to let me touch you the way I want to… then I think we’re better off not being friends at all.”
The words hit hard. “So this is how it’s going to be? Just like that? All because of s*x?”
“Yes,” she said flatly. “Just because of it.”
She grabbed her bag and walked out of the room without another word, leaving me sitting there stunned.
The exam was even worse. We used to sit together in the front row, passing notes and encouraging each other. Today Amelia sat on the other side of the room with a group from the Bad Girls Club and some guys I recognized from the party. When I tried to smile or wave at people I knew, they either looked away or gave me these cold, judgmental stares. Like I had done something terrible.
It was obvious Amelia had told them her version of the story and turned everyone against me. My best friend — the girl who had been like a sister since kindergarten — was now icing me out and making sure the whole group did the same.
I finished the exam feeling sick to my stomach. The walk back to the dorm was lonely.
Later that afternoon, I tried to fix things the only way I knew how. I went out and bought a bunch of gifts for Amelia — her favorite snacks, a cute hoodie she’d been eyeing, some fancy face masks, and a little stuffed bear because she always loved silly things. I arranged everything nicely on her bed with a note that said “I miss my best friend. Please talk to me.”
When Amelia came back that evening and saw the gifts, she let out a short laugh that didn’t sound happy at all.
“Wow. This looks like some romantic s**t,” she said, picking up the bear. “So… are we finally having s*x tonight?”
I felt my face burn. “Not again, Amelia. That’s not what this is.”
Before I could say anything else, she swept her arm across the bed and knocked everything onto the floor. Snacks scattered, the hoodie landed in a heap, the bear rolled under the desk.
That was it. Something inside me snapped.
I didn’t yell. I just stood up, grabbed my jacket, and walked out of the room. I needed air. I needed to get away from the cold silence and the hurt.
I ended up at the small park near campus. It was getting dark, the lights were on, and only a few people were around. I sat on a bench, legs pulled up, feeling angry, horny, and sad all at once. My body was still recovering from the gangbang, but the fight with Amelia had me craving something rough again. Something that would f**k the frustration right out of me and make me forget everything for a while.
I was probably stupid for thinking about d**k while dealing with all this drama, but I couldn’t help it. I’m just a girl with needs. What can I do?
I pulled out my phone and opened the anonymous dating app I had downloaded a while ago but never used. It was risky as hell, people hooked up fast on there with no names, no strings. But right now, risky sounded perfect. I needed to get f****d hard before I lost my mind. Or die trying. Whatever came first.
I created a quick profile, put up a blurry photo that showed my body but not my face, and wrote a simple bio:
“21, horny, need to be used tonight. No names. No drama. Just rough sex.”
I hit post and waited, heart beating fast.
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