OLIVIA"Nathan," I call his name, blinking my eyelashes rapidly. Imagine crashing into your crush like that. It is so embarrassing. I want to sink into the floor and disappear. I am sure Nathan thinks I am the clumsiest person on earth. But, I am not usually clumsy - just when I get nervous or restless which seems to be happening a lot lately. "Sorry, does it hurt?" Nathan asks, looking down at me. I reach up to touch my forehead. It is a little sore, but not too bad. I shake my head. "No, it does not really hurt," I reply. “Are you okay?” He questions. “You're a bit out of sorts.”“I am okay,” I answer. Even as I said the words, I know they are not entirely true. Physically, I am fine. But, mentally, I am a mess. I have so many thoughts and emotions swirling inside of me, and I don't know how to make sense of any of it. Nathan tucks his hands into the pockets of his denim jeans. His golden hair falls over his face, framing his handsome face. And damn, he looks like a model doi
AIDENIt is official. I am losing my mind. I can't even concentrate on soccer practice. All I can think about is the hazel eyed girl with the killer body. I think it is what they call an “hourglass figure,”. Whatever the body shape is, she has a perfect body that is driving me insane. Her beautiful face is stuck in my memory, and her image burns into my brain. I can't get her out of her head, no matter how hard I try. Her lips…I don't know why the memory of them is still so vivid, or why I can still taste them on my own lips after so many days.Even though I have never been the one to date, I have been with a lot of girls. I can get any one I want with no stress. I have always been able to get exactly what I want, when I want it. But Olivia, she is different. No one has made me feel the way she does. There is something about her that has me hooked, making me long for her. I can't stop checking my phone, hoping for a message from her.It has been days since I told her to text me,
OLIVIAI dig through my tote bag, double-checking to make sure I have everything I need.Lip gloss? Check. A book? Check. A Pen? Check.An earpiece? Check.Pleased that I have everything I need, I walk to my closet. I open my closet and grab a jacket to go over my sleeveless crop top. I need to look decent when I go out.Earlier in the week, I had noticed a small restaurant and I decide to go and apply for a job there since it is the weekend. It should not be too stressful - they only sell drinks and light snacks.I grab my phone off the bedside table, give the door a quick check to make sure it was locked, and head out into the living room.My sister is sitting on the couch, where she is engrossed in her favorite TV show. She looks up as I enter, her eyes traveling over me from head to toe. Then, a grin spread across her face.Maybe this is going to be one of rare days when my sister is not being her usual difficult self. One of those days she is actually nice to me. “So, who is th
OLIVIAIt is like the whole world has faded away. Nothing else seems to matter except for the two of us. All I want to focus on is him. Us. My eyes drop to his lips, they look so inviting, so full and plump. I can still remember how soft they were the last time we kissed. I don't like that the memory sends shivers down my spine. I hate how much power he has over me. The way he can make me feel so much with just a look or touch. I hate the fact that he knows he has that effect on me. It is as if he holds all the cards and I am just along for the ride.“What are you saying to that, Olivia?”His voice is like a caress, soft and inviting. I can't help but feel a tingle run down my spine.What's he doing to me? His words are piercing through my heart. There is this way he said my name. It is not the usual “Olive” I am used to hearing. He had called me “Olivia”, rolling the syllables off his tongue with a thick Italian accent.I have to stop this before I get any more caught up in him.
This is a mistake. Another stupid mistake. I don't know if I am born to make mistakes or something. I should not be here. I should never have come here. I should have stayed home, bury my head in my pillow and imagine a world where Aiden is not my sister's best friend. Things will be different if that world exists."Hey, are you okay?"Ashley's voice snap me out of my train of thoughts. My mind is in a state of turmoil. I don't know what to think. I feel like I should scream "I am not okay" at the top of my lungs, but I hold it in, trying to get a handle on my emotions.I close my eyes, taking a deep breath. "I am okay," I whisper back. “Don't worry, the movie is about to start,’’ She says, smiling at me. I just nod my head, and try to smile.It is Ashley's idea to come to the movie night and she has the best intentions, but now I am beginning to regret it. I feel like I should not have come here. All I can think about is Aiden, and how much I want him. The movie night is suppos
OLIVIA"Are you sure we won't get caught?" I whisper, glancing around at the dark school building. "That is the whole point of doing this - the thrill of taking a risk and breaking the rules," Aiden states, a sly grin playing across his lips. "Don't you feel the adrenaline rush through your body? The feeling that what you are about to do is wrong, but you want to do it anyway."Aiden is wild.He is crazy - crazy in the best possible way. First, he suggests we should break the school rules. Then, he says we should paint the art class building, which is totally against the rules. If we get caught, we will be in big trouble. I know this is risky too, but for some reason, I find myself going along with him. Maybe, Aiden is right. I feel a thrill knowing that we are about to do something wrong. Even though a part of me is scared of getting caught, there is another part of me that is proud to be different, proud to be a rebel. Everyone else is inside the hall, watching a movie. But I am o
OLIVIA“What a jerk!" I swear under my breath when Aiden leaves the room. He has been toying with me the whole time. He never really intends to get drunk with me or make good on the deal. I feel so foolish for believing him.I let out a hiss, cursing him silently in my mind. Little did I know that he was just deceiving me and I thought I was about to do something wild I have never done before.Aiden is driving me crazy. I feel like a finished woman. Just then, I hear the door to the next room open and close.I can't blame him, but what if he gets drunk and starts touching me? We may end up in a situation we can't control. Fuck, a part of me wants that, no matter how wrong it may be. I want to feel his touch all over my body. Pushing away my thoughts, I unzip my jacket and let it drop on the floor, leaving me in only my crop top. I walk over to the king sized bed and let myself slump on it. The bed is so soft. I can happily stay here forever. Wait, this is Aiden's room. Girls mus
OLIVIAAiden releases his grip on my hand, and lets it fall to my side. His eyes remain fixed on me, his piercing gaze that seems to see right through my soul. I sit in a daze, my eyes wide opened. Why did he do that? Why do I like it? Fuck, man is so big. Now, it is no wonder so many girls in school want him."Olive, chill," Aiden whispers, his voice sending shivers down my spine. "I am not going to do anything to you. Just showing you how your touch affects me,”I shake my head, finally finding my voice. "I am not scared. I trust you," I tell him. "Don't trust me," He states. "Why?" I ask. “I don't like when people say they trust me. What if I break their trust? Honestly, I don't know what I am capable of. I might do something that may come as a shock,” He answers. “I tuck a loose lock of my hair behind my ear. "Like what you did now. I was not expecting that," I utter. "So, did I break your trust?" He probes, nibbling on his bottom lip. "No, I like what you did," I mutter.