OLIVIA"Where do you even hear about these parties?" I ask. "Do you have a source that keeps you up to date on the dates and locations?"Ashley pauses her search through my shelves for makeup items, turning to look at me. "I have my ways," She replies, with a smirk on her face. I can feel my brows knitting together, more confused than ever. Her answer only makes me even more curious, but I am not sure if I really want to know the answer. I don't even want to go to the party, if I am being honest. But it seems like Ashley has made up her mind to get me ready.“There it is!" Ashley cries out, raising a tube of eyeliner above her head. "It took me forever to find this! Fuck me, I can't believe I forgot to bring my makeup bag," She adds, shaking her head.I give a half shrug. "To be honest, I don't even remember owning an eyeliner. I have no clue where it came from, but I am pretty sure I didn't buy it myself," I utter. "Of course not. You are way too boring to bother with makeup," Ash
OLIVIASilence hangs in the air. The only sound is the music from the main room of the party. Gold teeth guy chuckles, but it quickly turns into a full blown laugh. “You are just blowing hot air. Empty threats, bro,” He says between laughs. I look at Aiden. He has a blank look on his face. His face and his level tone still makes my skin crawl. I want to think he is just kidding around, but something tells me he's being serious. He has no weapon on him. How could he possibly hurt anyone? What's he talking about?“You don't know what I am capable of,” Aiden says, in a low voice that's barely above a whisper.“Trust me, I'll kiss this bitch and there's nothing you can do about it,” Gold teeth guy taunts, his face twisted into a cruel smile.“You touch her, and you'll be six feet under,” Aiden retorts, one of his hands disappearing into his pocket. His face is still calm. He looks almost bored. How can he say those words while having a blank look on his face? How can he look so hot wh
OLIVIAAiden's grip on my thighs grows stronger, and he pushes me more firmly against the wall.The words I said seem to have a sensual effect on him, turning him on. I can feel his hardness pressing against me, sending shivers down my spine. I'm surprised by the thrill it sends through me. I like it. He deepens the kiss, his tongue exploring my mouth in a way that makes my heart race. It is as if he wants to consume every part of me. And, I love every little bit of what he's doing to my body. I don't want him to stop. I feel my hands moving on their own, reaching for his t-shirt and tugging at the hem.I don't know where the sudden boldness that fills me comes from.I want to see him without the barrier of clothes between us. I want to run my fingers all over his body. He pulls away from the kiss. Our eyes meet, a stormy darkness that draws me in. Desire. All I can see in his deep brown eyes is pure desire, a spark of need and want that threatens to consume me.I look away, an
OLIVIAMy phone buzzes loudly from the bedside table, jolting me from my sleep. I reach out and grab my phone. I squint at the screen, trying to read the message. A wave of relief washes over me when I see it is just a text from Mirabel.The message read, "You need to rest and take care of yourself. You can take the day off. Just relax and look after your health."I bite my bottom lip, feeling a pang of guilt wash over me. I had lied to Mirabel , telling her that I was too ill to come into work.In a way, this is true. I'm really ill, but mentally. I'm mentally unwell. I just want to stay in bed all day, wrapped up in my covers.I know it is too early for me to be missing work, but I can't help myself. It feels wrong to take advantage of Mirabel's kindness, but I can't muster the energy to face the customers and coworkers. I am not just in the right frame of mind for it.I toss my phone onto the nightstand. I try to relax, resting my head on the pillow. I shut my eyes tight, willing m
OLIVIAAiden's breath caresses my ear, making me feel weak in the knees. Even after what he has done to me, he still has this effect on me. Butterflies flutter in my stomach, just as they had the first time I set my eyes on him. I struggle to find my voice.“I don't want to hear anything from you," I pause, stepping back. It takes every ounce of strength I have to create even that small distance between us.“I am mad at you,” I add. Aiden shoves his hands into his hoodie pockets, his gaze fixed on me. His eyes are a deep brown, and they seem to see right through me. I hate how he always looks so calm and composed, no matter what. But, even more frustrating is the fact that I still find him so attractive.I am supposed to be mad at him. So, why do I still notice the way his hair falls across his forehead, or the way his lips look soft and pink. What's wrong with me? Am I even okay? “I know you are probably furious with me, and I can't blame you for that," He utters. "You have
OLIVIAI squeeze my eyes shut for a few seconds, trying to recapture the feeling of Aiden's lips pressed against mine.The memory is still vivid, but it is not enough.“If only he had stayed longer,” I thought. Maybe then we could have done more than just kiss. Maybe then I could have satisfied the desire that had been building inside me for so long.I pick up my phone, and scroll through my messages. When I finally reach Aiden's name, I tap on it. I let out a small chuckle. I can't help but smile at the way I had saved his number.“My sister's best friend”It seems silly, somehow. He's so much more. I know he is more than my sister's friend, especially now that we have agreed to explore the feelings we have for each other. Jolting out of my thoughts, I read his text,"Come over to my place when you are done with your lectures," The corners of my mouth curl up giving a wide smile. I feel butterflies all over my stomach. I place a hand over my mouth, trying to hide from my grin.I
OLIVIA“Olivia, wait!”Aiden's voice calls out behind me, but I keep walking. I can't bring myself to stop. Why should I stop? I can't even bear to turn around and face him. I know I would start crying if I do that. Damn it, I hate how I am so affected by this. But, how can I not be? I'd just seen him making out with another girl at the same time we were supposed to be meeting up.I don't even want to think about it. It is all just so stupid and pointless. I get into my car and start driving home. As I pull out of the driveway, I steal a quick glance at Aiden's house. He is standing on the doorstep, his hands running through his hair. I watch him turn and walk back inside. I can't help but feel a pang of hurt. I know he is going to go back to that girl. I feel like a loser again. I drive away from Aiden's house. I fucking need to get home as soon as possible. I try to quiet the thoughts running through my head. But, I can't help it. Am I overreacting? Am I making a big deal out
OLIVIAMy fingers curl around the towel, holding it so tightly that my knuckles turn white. I try to steady my breathing, but my heart is beating so fast I can barely think straight. I can't think of a single word to say. I can't think of a single move to make. I just stand there, frozen in place, trying to make sense of what is happening.I force myself to meet his gaze, staring into his deep brown eyes. I can't hold his gaze for long. Aiden studies me, his eyes trailing over my face, my lips, my body.I don't like how he seems to undress me with his eyes, like he is staring right through me. I can feel myself growing more and more nervous, even though I know I should not be. I should be mad at him. I should have been boiling with rage. But, all I can manage is a feeling of frozen anxiety. Aiden folds his arms over his chest."Are we just going to stand here and stare at each other?" He asks, a smirk playing on his lips.My brows knit together. He is the one staring at me like he ca