Chapter 6

Olivia's P.O.V.

Why can't Sean just leave me alone? I'm struggling to have fun. I'm working to not be the familiar Olivia, but he is making it strangely tough.

I showed up to this party tonight with Megan to demonstrate something, and that something was that stuffy little pure Olivia could have fun, too.

I genuinely didn't wish to wear this dress. I was utterly and unfortunately uncomfortable in it.

My breasts were exploding out, and my backside cheeks, if I leaned a little too much over, would be on display to all the party animals here.

I have had a few shots with Megan when we first showed up, and if I'm being honest, I'm thoroughly buzzed. The nerves in my body seemed like they were being overwhelmed with electricity.

That also could just be because Sean Walker was squatting beside me.

I don't see why he is demanding on playing a game that he possibly has played several times. I actually never took part in a spin the bottle game before, but I watched chick flicks that involved the game, and it looked fun.

I just had to get over the basic fear of being forced into a closet with a boy I didn't find charming.

We have been playing for several minutes. The bottle has yet to point towards me, but I was enjoying playing with everybody else and observing as they performed the task set by the one that spun the bottle.

Many of the players were being taken into the closet for what they call seven minutes in heaven.

Suddenly, the bottle spinned and pointed towards me. I felt my palms begging to sweat, and my breathing became accelerated. I don't know what I truly expected, but now that the beer bottle was pointed straight towards me, I can't help but have second thoughts.

“It's your turn,” the blonde-haired boy that spun the bottle said and smirked. “Let's see,” he breathed and bit his bottom lip.

“Spin again,” Sean demanded.

“Dude, that's not the rules,” a girl snapped. “If she didn't want to play, she shouldn't have sat down.”

“Stop,” I mumbled to Sean.

He was embarrassing me.

I'm not a child that he needs to protect. I'm a grown woman capable of making her own decisions, and well, if I'm being honest, mistakes.

“No,” he growled.

“Let's go.” He added, grabbed my arm, and tried to pull me up, but I wasn't moving.

“No,” I repeated what he had just said.

“I'm playing.” I informed him and jerked my arm out of his grip.

“I'll do it. Whatever it is,” I shrugged and wished Megan was here to see this. I'm actually doing it. I'm playing a party game. She would be so proud of me right now. Hell, I'm proud of myself.

“Olivia,” Sean threatened, but I overlooked him.

“What is my task?” I requested the boy, inhaled in a sharp breath, and held it, hoping it wasn't something too dirty.

I'm a virgin and don't indeed surrender it at a high school party all because of a childish game.

“You have to go into the closet with someone,” he guy smirked. “Maybe with him.” He jerked his gaze towards Sean. “Sean looks like he needs some fun.”

“Shut the fuck up, Jeremy,” Sean growled, his hands balling into fists at his sides.

Yeah, he does look as if he needs some fun. I don't know what the hell his problem is. He was the one who embarrassed me last night and called me a bore in front of the entire senior class, and now that I'm trying not to be one, he isn't happy.

“Do I have another option?” I asked quietly, not really wanting to go into that closet with anyone, least of all my older brother's best friend, who is an asshole man whore.

“I could go in with you,” the boy named Jeremy said and smirked. “I'll make it good for you, beautiful.”

“Um-” I started to say something, but Sean was close to losing his shit over what I don't even know.

“I will beat your fucking ass if you touch her,” Sean snarled and took a threatening step towards the boy who now looked scared for his life.

“Oh my god. Can you stop?” I asked, grabbed and grabbed his pants, halting his movement. “Just because you are my brother's best friend doesn't mean shit, Sean. I'm not your little sister. I'm a grown fucking woman and I will do whatever the heck I want.” I snarled at him and climbed to my feet.

If I want to do this stupid, childish task, I will.

“Let's go,” I ordered Jeremy and headed towards the closet.

“I don't fucking think so,” Sean roared, grabbed my arm, and pulled me into him.

“What the heck is your problem? Jason isn't even here, right? You can stop acting like this,” I sighed and tried to pull my arm once again out of his hand, but this time his grip tightened, and he was not letting me go.

“Sean chill, bro. I'll take it easy on her,” Jeremy chuckled and grabbed my hand. “Come on, sexy,” he told me.

“Lead the way,” I grinned and attempted to follow him, but Sean wasn't letting me go, and I was getting agitated.

More than agitated.

I was getting pissed.

“Let me fucking go,” I whispered harshly.

“You are not going into that mother fucking closet with him, Olivia.”

“You don't own me,” I snapped at him, and shoved him back, forcing him to let go of my arm because he was shocked.

“Come on, cutie,” I purred at Jeremy and opened the closet door and walked in.

“Fuck that,” Sean snarled.

My eyes widened as I watched him grab Jeremy by the back of the shirt when he started following me inside and hauled him backwards so hard, he fell onto his butt.

“What the fuck, dude?” Jeremy shouted.

“You are fucking lucky, that's all I did,” Sean whispered, and the dangerous tone he used caused my body to shiver.

I was fixing to step out, feeling completely embarrassed thanks to Sean, but before I could step out, he stepped in and closed the door.

“What are you doing?” I murmured.

“Waiting until the seven minutes are up and then opening this damn door,” he sighed and leaned against the door.

“What the hell is your problem, Sean?” I snapped, annoyed that he stepped into this closet with me just to stop another boy from following me in.

“Don't have one,” he grunted, eyes locked on me.

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah,” he stated.

“Sure looked like you had a problem out there,” I hissed and pointed towards the door.

“I'm seventeen now, Sean. If I want to play with a boy, I can. If I want to kiss a boy I can and if I want to date a boy I can. You and my stupid brother need to stop this nonsense. It's fucking annoying. I'm not a child anymore. You and him are only one year older than me. You don't have the right to do this.”

“Your his sister. I have a right to protect you,” he growled, eyes blazing as he stared at me with a look I didn't understand.

“No the fuck you don't,” I grounded out and leaned against the wall. “You and him need to stop. I'm trying to have fun and you both make that extremely difficult.”

He didn't respond. He just looked at me. It looked like his eyes darkened but it could just be the barely lit room.

“This is fucking ridiculous,” I sighed and laughed. “This is what I get for trying to have fun.”

“You don't need to play a stupid game to have fun Olivia,” Sean mumbled, and crossed his arms.

“Why not? Everyone plays those games. Megan, Heather,-”

“Heather is a fucking whore that will take any cock inside her. Is that how you want to be?”

“No of course not,” I snarled.

How could he even ask me that? Wanting to have fun at a party is a far shot away from wanting to sleep with every guy I lay eyes on.

“Then don't dress like a whore,” he snapped.

“A whore?” I whispered.

The one time I dressed up and attempted to look sexy, he had the gosh darn balls to call me a whore.

“Yes,” he snarled.

Okay.

You know what?

Fuck this.

He wants to call me a whore. I'll act like one.

I brought my hands to the hem of my dress and slowly started to pull it over my head, chest heaving as anger courses through my blood.

“What are you doing?” He snarled, his chest rising and falling rapidly.

“Being a whore,” I informed him, and jerked my dress over my head. I'm not standing in front of him in my black lace bra and panties.

“This whore enough for you, Sean?” I asked, and tossed my dress towards him.

"Olivia," he growled, I heard his breath hitched and he looked pissed off, but he did not take his eyes off me.