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.

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

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.

OLIVIA"I know my man is so hot, but you don't have to stare at him like he is a damn pizza. You are just a waitress," The blonde blurts out. Of course, she is not just a baddie. She seems to think of herself as a queen bee. Aiden is definitely her arm candy.She referred to Aiden as “her man”. Does that mean they are dating? I thought Aiden is a playboy who is not interested in serious relationships. I force a smile and my palms are already getting sweaty. I try to shrug off the thoughts in my head. As a waitress, I should maintain a professional demeanor. "I am sorry, ma'am,” I apologize. “What can I get for you today?” The blonde throws me a deadly glare, before turning to face Aiden. I try not to let that get to me. It seems like she already has something against me. I can't blame her for getting mad because I was staring at her so-called man. I mean if I had a boyfriend as hot as Aiden, I would not want another woman to look at him. Oh God, why am I even thinking about how h

OLIVIA "I wonder who had the guts to paint the building. I mean, talk about nerves! The person must be one tough cookie."Ashley's words drift in one ear and out the other. I am not listening to her anymore. A corner of my mouth curls upwards, giving a lopsided grin. I should not be smiling, but I can't help it. I guess I am proud of myself. For what reasons? For breaking the school rules and painting the art building. Why should I not be proud of myself? I violated the rules and made a spectacle.A crowd is gathered around the art building, gawking and gossiping about the splashes of blue and red paint. They are in awe of the person who had the nerve to do this. Some praise the boldness of the individual who did this, while others criticize them for violating school rules and vandalizing the art building.The girls standing beside Ashley and I jolt me out of my thoughts. “Wait, look at the letters,” The first girl tells her partner. “I think that should be the person's initials,