Dear Diary (The Exchange #1) (2 page)

I had a free period just before lunch, so I decided to go into the impressive library to get a head start on some of the homework tasks we'd been given. I didn't fancy having to lock myself away in my room for hours working, as it would cut down on my Tyler watching time. Sad, I know, but I'm seventeen and hormonal!

Lunch was . . . intimidating. It was nothing like in the movies where the guys queue up to talk to me cause I'm some kind of fresh meat. No, I sat by myself out in the sunshine with a packed lunch that Marie had made for me. I simply sat and watched American high school life pass me by.

Just before the bell rang out, I spotted Aiden sitting alone on a secluded bench reading what looked like a textbook. I debated going to join him, but then I remembered him abandoning me this morning. As if he sensed me looking at him, he glanced up and locked eyes with me for a split second. The sun reflected on his glasses as I looked away, blushing at being caught.

I managed to find my final class of the day with few problems (yay me!). I was interested to see how an American teacher was going to teach European history, something I'd studied ‘til it came out of my ears. I walked in, and just my luck, the only empty seat was next to Aiden. Great!

Thankfully, the topic was new to the whole class which relieved me as I wouldn't be playing catch up for the whole time I was here. Unfortunately, when the teacher wrote "The Holocaust" on the board, I realised I'd be studying something I'd done umpteen times before. At least I'll pretty much get an easy A.

Anyway, I'm wiped, will continue first day fun times later.

Hx

~DD~

April 2012

Dear Diary,

I guess as first days go, it could have been a hell of a lot worse as I think about it some more. It was the last class of the day, which was the worst. As I said, I was sitting next to Aiden. Uncomfortable much? While the teacher gave the class a background lecture about the holocaust, I watched Aiden take the most meticulous notes in the neatest handwriting I have EVER seen. I think I may hate him for that alone. Boys are supposed to have handwriting that looks like a spider fell in ink, then tap danced on their paper. He didn't speak to me at all throughout the lesson, but he did share his textbook which I didn't really need, but I guess it's the thought that counts.

As usual, he headed straight up to his room when we got back to the house to do his homework. I hovered about in the kitchen, but when there was no sign of Tyler joining me, I did the same. When I'd packed up my laptop I had, without thinking, chucked a few USB memory sticks in with it. I found one, on which I had an old essay about World War Two and the Holocaust. I thought back and remembered that I'd been given an A for it. On the spur of the moment, I decided to go and let Aiden have a look at it (if he wanted to). It might help, but from what I had seen, he probably doesn't need it.

Dinner's ready.

Hx

~DD~

April 2012

Dear Diary,

I swear, I nearly had a bloody heart attack this evening. Those damn King boys.

Dinner was nice, all five of us sitting around the table together for more than five minutes, just chatting about the day. I didn't offer much to the conversation unless I was asked a direct question. I still feel a little out of place regardless of how welcoming the Kings were.

After eating, I went back to my room to make some sense of my first day and where I feature in the grand scheme of things for the next five and a half weeks. Tyler strolled into my room (without bloody knocking), flung himself on my bed, and just started chatting about random shit he did at Uni. I actually giggled at his stories about the others on his course. I know I'm seventeen, but I am 
not
 a giggler. I can't 
stand 
girls like that. It must be some kind of fucked up effect he has on me. I hate it. Sort of . . .  

After about an hour, he left me to crack on with my homework. I'd just started to make some headway into it when there was a quiet knock on the door, which Tyler had left wide open. I invited Aiden in, a bit shocked. It wasn't as if he'd gone out of his way to be a social butterfly since I'd arrived.

Having him in my room looking all lanky and nervous was weird; weirder than Tyler making himself at home. It suddenly hit me, being in such close quarters with him, that Aiden was actually really good looking. I don't know why this surprised me, but it did. His hair is a much darker blond than Tyler's, and his eyes are the colour of a stormy ocean behind his thick framed glasses.

I tried to settle my thoughts as I listened to him stumble over his words while he apologised in his deep voice (oh my, swoon much!) that I would never have believed possible cause of his thin frame. He apologised for leaving me stranded and for ignoring me. To put him at ease, I told him I understood that it must be just as hard for him to adjust as it was for me.

Eventually, he sat down on the chair by the desk. I noticed he was holding my memory stick in his long fingered hands (oh lord!). He told me that he'd been impressed with my essay. I don't know why I was shocked, I knew it was good. I just couldn't believe he was complimenting me after not paying me any attention since I'd arrived. I almost missed his hushed goodnight as I watched him stand up, run his hand through his messy curls before ducking his head and walking out of my room, silently closing the door behind him. What a weird evening.

Now I’m horny for him as well as his brother. That sounds totally slutty, right? Problem is, I can’t find it in me to care.

Hx

Chapter Four

April 2012

Dear Diary,

I’ve been here almost two weeks now, and I have to admit that Tyler King is making me crazy. It took me ages to realise that his bedroom is right next door to mine. How I didn’t notice before is beyond me because he is
always
talking. To me, his parents, or on his phone; but I never heard him . . . until last night. Saturdays are a bit weird here, because I haven’t got a gang of mates, so yesterday, I mainly lounged around reading. The Kings have a great collection of books, so I’ve been mooching through. I ended up falling asleep on a sofa in the den for a couple of hours, only waking up when Aiden walked in and dumped a pile of books on the table before he spotted me. Mumbling an apology, he grabbed the books and left the room. I often find myself wondering what he would do if we accidently got locked in a room together . . . probably run through a wall to get away from me.

Anyway, thanks to my daytime nap, I couldn’t sleep that night. I sat in bed, mooching on the internet, but nothing was holding my interest. Boredom consumed me and I didn’t know how to cope with it. Trying to get to sleep, I lay in the dark not used to the complete silence. That was when I heard Tyler.

He’d been out all day with his friends, doing God knows what, but it had obviously left him with . . . urges. At first, I wasn’t sure what I was hearing, but the louder he got, the more obvious it became. I’m sure I was blushing, but it wasn’t due to embarrassment, no. I had urges of my own, and making sure I was quiet, I satisfied them along with Tyler.

Yeah, I’m not proud, but I’m certainly much more relaxed than I have been.

Hx

~DD~

May 2012

Dear Diary,

I am 
so
 sorry I've neglected you for so long. The past three weeks have been a bit crazy around here. I'm lucky it's practically the middle of the night and no-one can disturb me. This is gonna be a long entry.

After those first visits from each of the King brothers, they began popping in to talk to me at various times of the day. Tyler was always brash and full of sheer exuberance. Whenever we talked, it was about parties that he went to and what was happening at the uni. There was always a lot of laughter and joking around. Then one day, he invited me to one of the parties. More about that later.

My time with Aiden was very different. I felt that, after a while, I was finally getting to know him as a person. It all started when we were paired up for the European History assignment. The first thing I found out about him was his utter passion for history. Anything that happened more than twenty-five years ago, he loves it. It’s the only thing he wants to do when he finishes school. I really admire him for that; I'm still clueless about what I want to do when I 'grow up".

Anyway . . . the party. It was on campus, in a frat house (yeah, I went to a frat house. Yes, they are as messy as in the movies . . . urgh!). Bethany, the girl I met on my first day, had become somewhat of a friend and was going to come with us since her boyfriend Chad is a frat member. Tyler even managed to talk Aiden into coming, too. The pair of them completely blew me away after they got ready. Tyler still wore his trademark dark jeans and trainers along with his sports jacket, you know, the ones with letters on them, but wore a 'proper' shirt instead of a t-shirt. He looked amazing. From his artfully mussed hair down to his extremely buff body. Then Aiden appeared . . . Wow! He'd swapped his glasses for contacts, which really showed off his eyes. I think I actually forgot how to breathe.

I blushed like a crazy woman as they both complimented me, but I thought they were just saying such things because I was 'living' with them and they had to be nice to me. Then, when we arrived at the frat house (I still can't believe I was in a frat house!), guys tried to hook up with me and Bethany. They were drunk and shit, so I know they weren’t that interested in me for me, but it still boosted my ego.

Beth stayed with us for a while, but I knew she was desperate to go and be with Chad, so I told her to bugger off. Aiden and Tyler both stayed with me, taking it in turns to go and get drinks. I felt like I was being babysat and I couldn't help but notice I was being shot dirty looks from the girls who were checking them both out. In the end I escaped by telling them I was going to the bathroom, just so I could get some peace.

I ended up being dragged onto a makeshift dance floor by Bethany, who had been abandoned by Chad in favour of drinking games. I was really starting to enjoy myself until someone grabbed me. It was Tyler and he looked 
really
 angry. With me.

Can you believe that he had the utter cheek to drag me away and then start telling me off like he was my bloody dad? He tried to make out that I was making myself look like a slag. I must've just lost it, cause the next thing I remember was sitting in the car with a quiet Aiden, while I nursed a 
really 
sore hand.

Someone's at my door.

Hx

~DD~

May 2012

Dear Diary,

Yeah, that was Tyler. Ever since the party, he's been . . . er . . . coming to 'visit'. More than he was before, and later in the day.

After I punched him in the face for being a total arse, Tyler came to see me once he thought I'd calmed down. I really wasn't interested in what he had to say, until he informed me that he was jealous. That threw me for a loop. Why the hell would he be jealous? He launched into this whole spiel about how every bloke at the party kept looking at me while I was dancing like I was “a steak on a barbecue” (yeah, nice analogy, huh!). Before I could finish telling him that he was imagining things, he kissed me.

Full on, causing me to stand on my tiptoes and lift one foot like a Disney Princess kiss. When he pulled away, I was completely breathless. Then I was pissed off when he simply turned on his heel and walked out, closing the door behind him for the first time. I pretty much collapsed onto my bed, my face starting to ache from the grin that I couldn’t stop from forming.

Every night since, Tyler has come to my room late at night and we lay on my bed and just kiss. I think I prefer him calling it
“making out”.
It all has to be done on the sly of course, as neither of us thinks that it would go down well with Marie and Joseph. So we try to keep the noise down as much as possible, but Tyler has a tendency to get a bit excited and start moaning. This makes me feel good, but I also get a bit paranoid in case anyone walks in or hears us. I mean, I'm not a virgin or anything, but I don't fancy being caught heavy petting by his parents or his brother.

I feel bad that I can't be open about what's going on between Tyler and me. It's not as if I'll be here much longer so I should be able to make the most of it . . . shouldn't I? I’m seventeen for heaven’s sake, I’m in another country. I’m sure no one expects me to be a nun. Yeah, the legal limit’s eighteen here and all that, but he’s legal here, and I’m a tourist. That’ll be my excuse anyway.

Tyler actually told me last night that he wants to take me out for the day. Just simple sightseeing stuff that would give us time to be alone. I told him I'd think about it. It makes me nervous, not because that was the night we went as far as we could without all out shagging, but because I don't want his parents to find out and be disappointed in me.

Night.

Hx

Chapter Five

May 2012

Dear Diary,

I agreed in the end to spend the day with Tyler. To make things less suspicious he invited Aiden to join us, knowing that he'd say no. So we set off in his car, which still scares the hell out of me. After an hour of us walking around and him pointing out random stuff, I asked what else there was to do around here. His face lit up as he began to pull me back to the car, all the while telling me that I was about to experience a teenage must for all High School students.

Yep. I had sex under the bleachers at the High School. I swear, this exchange is one big movie cliché for me. Not that I am complaining, Tyler certainly knew what he was doing. He managed to give me two orgasms, one with his mouth and the second with his finger and thumb while he pounded into me from behind while I was on my hands and knees.

I have to admit, I felt cheap, but there's not a lot I can do about it now, is there? Besides, I DID enjoy it, and it wasn’t my first time. After we'd cleaned ourselves up, we went to grab a bite to eat. It was a simple diner type place, but Tyler paid me enough attention, helping to calm me down enough so I didn't freak out on him. He gently stroked my thigh under the table while we waited for our food to arrive. It felt nice, intimate and friendly, which was strange considering what we had done less than an hour earlier.