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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
OLIVIA“Oh my fuck, he's incredible!” Ashley exclaims, making me look up from the TikTok videos I am watching. I raise my eyebrows. “Who?” I ask. It might be a new guy she is interested in, but I don't mind. Lately, I am always happy to listen to her latest gossip. My friend is the queen of tea, and a little distraction from my troubles is always welcome. She scoots closer, her phone screen nearly pressed against my face. I catch sight of a long paragraph of text on her phone screen. She is showing me a full paragraph of text on a specific topic."Is that the project?" I probe, already knowing the answer."Yup!" She replies, a big smile is plastered on her face. "My partner sent it over, and he has written so much about the topic. It is insane!"“How can someone be an Instagram influencer, hot, rich and intelligent?” She gushes. My eyelids drop, looking away from her phone screen. “That is great, I guess," I mutter under my breath. Ashley pats me on the shoulder. “It is not your
OLIVIAI lower my gaze.I want to run far away from this place, far away from these people and their words.But, I am rooted to the spot, frozen in place and unable to escape the dirty conversation they are having about my body.I don't know what to do. I can't even say anything to defend myself.And, I am still here, stuck with these people. All because of what? Because of a brown eyed jerk. Because I want to talk to him about a stupid project.One of the guys who are talking about my boobs start, “I think she is fucking hot as hell, way hotter than Sarah. Just look at those - ““Can you just fucking shut up and stop babbling that bullshit about her?” A familiar, deep voice echoes in the head.I force myself to raise my head, my lashes fluttering. Aiden stands tall in front of the guys, his eyes blazing with fury. His gaze is fixed on the guy who is talking about my body.“Who are you to tell me what to do, bro?” The guy snaps back. “You think you are some kind of white knight or s
OLIVIA“This is too boring,” I thought. “I look like a nerd.” I know I am a nerd. I am a goody two shoes. But, I should not look like it today.I pull the t-shirt off and toss it in the corner of my room. It is not the right look for Aiden's house. I don't want to look too plain or casual. I want to look put together, but I also don't want to look like I am trying too hard. Fuck, what the hell is wrong with me? Why do I even want to look “put together”? I should dress the way I used to. Why do I care too much about my look now? It is just a project. I am going to Aiden's house to work on a project. It is not a date or anything like that. “Whatever you want,” The way Aiden had said those words, his voice low and calm. No, I should not deceive myself. I am not just going to his house for a project. There is something more. I might as well wrap my arms around his neck, and kiss him as if there is no tomorrow. I am losing control over my intrusive thoughts, and I can't help it.
OLIVIA “Are you all right?” Aiden's voice resounds in my head, his hand reaching out to touch my cheek.I almost jump out of my skin. His touch makes me jolt out of the crazy thoughts going on in my head.His hand drops back to his side. I blink my eyelashes rapidly. His touch. Can he touch me like that again? Aiden tilts his head, his gaze raking over my face, as if he is trying to figure me out. “Olive, are you okay?” He asks again. “I am not okay!” I almost scream those words out, but I manage to control myself. No, I'm not okay. Not even close. How does he even expect me to be okay? He is standing here in nothing but a pair of shorts, planting all kinds of thoughts in my head. And if those thoughts send me to hell fire, it would be his fucking fault. Oh God, I need to get a grip on myself. I am acting way too much. Breathe in, Olivia. Breathe out. I need to calm down. I can't be acting this crazy already.A half- smile plays at the corners of my mouth, but I fight the u
OLIVIAI hear the door to the bathroom creak open, I turn my head in that direction.Aiden comes out, water dripping from his hands. He grabs a hand towel, and begins to dry them off.He strolls to the mirror, gazing in it. I can't help but follow his movements with my eyes, taking in the sight of his chest, the droplets of water clinging from his skin. Obviously, he has taken a shower after finishing with me.My cheeks turn pink. What's wrong with me? Why should that thought make my cheeks flush? Aiden's hair is wet, the black strands hanging in damp curls around his face. I don't know why I have the sudden urge to run my hands through his hair, to feel the wetness. How does damp hair look good on him? It looks so good. Everything just seems to fit perfectly.I should probably take a shower too, but the idea of getting out of bed seems like something I can't do now. My limbs feel heavy. It is already 7pm. I need to get home, but I can't even bring myself to move. All I want to do
OLIVIA“Good news!” Ashley's excited voice echoes in my ear, causing me to flinch and cover my ears.I glance around the restaurant, checking if anyone is staring at us. But, I notice that other students are too busy with their own world, they don't even pay us any attention. I heave a sigh of relief. The last thing I need right now is to have everyone staring at us. I shoot a deadly glare at my friend, who is now sitting across from me. Why does she have to be such a drama queen? “What the hell was that all about?” I snap at her. “Don't you notice that there are other people trying to eat here?” Ashley lifts her shoulder in a half shrug. “I don't think we are bothering anyone. They all seem pretty busy with their own conversations,” She replies. I shake my head, a line appearing between my brows. “I don't know why you always have to be like this,” I mumble under my breath.“ What is wrong with you?” She asks, cocking her head to the side, observing my face. “You seem tense, is i
OLIVIA“Aiden,” I mumble.It seems like I am tongue tied. I struggle to find the right words, but they won't come. He always knows the right thing to say, and I can't keep up. It is something about him, something about him that makes my words falter, and my thoughts scatter.“Look at me,” Aiden orders.I swallow hard and turn to face him, meeting his gaze. The corners of his mouth curls up into a half smile, a hint of mischief in his eyes. It is not an ordinary smile - there is something more to it, something I can't quite place my finger on. "What do you think, Olive?" He asks, drawing out my name slowly.I give a half shrug, trying my best to hold his gaze.I am pulled in by his eyes, but also feel a little weak in the knees. It is hard to look away from him, especially with the way his gaze bore into me, and the small smile that plays at the corners of his lips."I don't know," I reply. "I want us to break the school rules again,” He repeats, letting the words hang in the air
AIDEN Three months later… “Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to you, Aiden!" I wish I could block my ears so I wouldn't have to hear them singing this birthday song. I think it's really cringe. I don't even know what to do, how to act while they sing. I just stand there, my eyes locked on my girl. She's the only one whose singing doesn't make me cringe. Olivia has a big smile on her face, like she is more excited than I am and I'm the one clocking a new age. She even organized this whole thing, insisting I should celebrate with friends. And somehow, she got me to agree. So, here we are, having a mini party at my place with Bryan, Sarah, and Ashley. I turn 21 today. I'm in a better place; I feel loved. That's a good reason to celebrate. Olivia walks over to me and hands me a knife. "You can cut the cake now," She says. I nod and smile at her. Just as I position the knife and about to cut the cake, a voice interrupts me. "Don't cut the cake like it's your opp," Bryan jokes
OLIVIA Why the hell am I freaking out? It's just a date—a date with my boyfriend. This isn't the first, second, or third time I am going out with him. So, why am I feeling flutters all over my stomach? What's wrong with me? It's funny, even though he told me we are just going to see a movie, I can't help the butterflies in my stomach. It's always been like this. Whenever I see him, a part of me feels like a little girl getting her favorite treat. Is it normal that I still feel this way about him, even though our relationship is more than a month old? I can't get enough of him. I don't think I ever will. I know what I need now—a damn grip on myself. I haven't even picked out what to wear yet. If Aiden shows up and I am not ready, he'll tease me about how I always make us late. I really don’t want that. I walk to my closet. It’s just a movie date, right? Something simple will do. I consider jeans but then think better of it. I want to wear something cute. A mini dress it is. I grab
OLIVIAI blink my eyes open, the soft morning light filtering through the curtains.The first thing I feel is the warmth beneath me, the gentle rise and fall of Aiden's chest. His breathing is the only sound I want to hear. I raise my head, letting my gaze linger on his face. He's still asleep, calm as ever. There's something about seeing him like this that makes my heart flutter. His messy hair falls across his forehead, and I reach up to brush it aside, my fingers lightly tracing his skin. He stirs a little but doesn't wake, only tightening his grip around me.A smile tugs at the corners of my lips. I think about us. What I love most is that, no matter what happens, we always find our way back to each other. We choose each other, again and again. If that is not love, I don’t know what is.I press a kiss to his chest, then shift just enough to reach his lips, kissing him there too. Is this what forever feels like? With him, wrapped in his arms, it certainly feels that way.Enough of
AIDENI slide into my car, the loud bass from the party music fading as the door closes behind me. I slam my fist on the steering wheel, regret boiling inside me. I’ve never regretted anything in my life, but this might be the first. I wish I’d never come to this party, let alone convinced her to join me.Where the hell is Olivia? Who did she follow? Why did I leave her alone like that? My mind spins, and the more I think about it, the more I blame myself. This is all my fault. If I hadn’t been so stupid, she wouldn’t have left.I don’t want to be here at this party anymore. But, I can’t just drive home, not knowing where my girlfriend is or who she is with. I pull out my phone—this is my only hope. If I can reach her and know she’s safe, at least half my worries will be eased.I dial her number. I heave a sigh of relief as the ringing echoes through the car. At least the call is going through this time, but she doesn’t answer.A line forms between my brows. Why isn’t she picking up?
AIDENI lean against the wall, watching Marcel pace back and forth in front of me. We're in a dimly lit room, the smell of smoke thick in the air. I take a long drag from my cigarette, feeling the familiar burn in my lungs. "When did you get back from Italy?" I ask."Two days ago," He answers.I had been with my friends at the main venue of the party when I spotted Marcel. I remember thinking it was the right time to tell him about my decision to leave the drug scene. Marcel has been quiet since I broke the news, I wonder what's on his mind."Aiden," He calls out, pulling me from my train of thoughts. "Are you really sure about this? You're just going to walk away from everything?"I exhale slowly, watching the smoke curl up toward the ceiling. "Yes, I'm sure," I say.I know this news shocked him. I never imagined I'd reach the point where I'd decide to quit drug dealing, the life I've known for so long. But, it's time. I've chosen to leave the darkness behind, and there's no turning
OLIVIASarah squeezes her eyes shut, then slowly opens them again."I know I haven't been a good sister to you. I've never treated you the way an older sister should," She admits.My eyes widen. Where is this coming from? Is she just messing with me again?"Why are you saying all this?" I ask. "This isn't like you. You never care how you treat me, whether I like it or not."Sarah takes a deep breath. "You're making me feel worse than I already do. I know I've been awful. Deep down, I knew it was wrong, but I just couldn't stop myself."She continues. "When our parents divorced, I completely lost myself. I didn't know how to handle the pain, let alone be there for you. So I started hanging out with my friends, and I abandoned you. I know that too.""I was lost too," I say, my lips trembling. "We could have supported each other, but even before the divorce, you were never there for me. It was always you and your friends. You never cared about me."Sarah rakes her fingers through her hai
~ TWO WEEKS LATER ~OLIVIACrazy. That is the only word that comes to mind as I stand in the middle of the crowded room, the noise and chaos around me growing louder. My eyes sweep the room. Smoke fills the air from countless cigarettes. The music is blaring. Bottles are littered across the floor. People are grinding on each other, drunk and reckless. If they're not smoking or making out, they're definitely drunk. Some are doing all three at once.I've been to a few parties before, but none as wild as this. This is insanity. What should I call this? Aiden's world? And where the hell is Aiden? He’s still not back from the car.Aiden and I arrived at the party just a few minutes ago, and he had to go get his phone, which he forgot in the car, while I chose to stay here and wait for him. I regret that decision now. I should’ve just followed him back to the car. Aiden invited me to this party. He said it had been a long time since he attended one, and he wanted me to go with him. You
AIDENThe warm breeze washes over me, sending shivers across the skin as I reach the lake. The lake is our favorite place - always calm in the afternoon, with a secluded spot we've claimed as our own. We’ve been here countless times before Sarah decided to call it our special place. It’s become a routine for us to visit two or three times a week. But now, I am not sure how much longer that will continue. I have a girlfriend and she’s Sarah’s sister. How much more complicated can things get?I spot Sarah, her back turned toward me. The plan is to sort things out with her. No matter what, I shouldn’t argue with her too much or let her get on my nerves. I walk closer and sit beside her. Sarah exhales smoke from the cigarette she is holding, then passes it to me. I take a drag, inhaling deeply before blowing out the smoke.“So, you’re going to marry my sister now, huh?” Sarah blurts out, still not facing me.I raise my eyebrows. “I would love to,” I mumble.Sarah spins around to face me
OLIVIAI step out of my car and head toward Aiden's doorstep. I take a deep breath and ring the doorbell. After waiting a moment without a response, I move to press it again. But before I can do that, the door swings open, and my brown-eyed boy stands before me.“Hazel,” Aiden says, opening the door wider to let me in.“Hey,” I murmur.“You’re beautiful,” Aiden whispers, pulling me into a hug, his hand gently stroking my hair.“Beautiful?” I blurt out. “Don’t try to flatter me just to make me feel better, I’m sure I look like a mess right now.”“You look stressed, but as beautiful as ever. You never look like a mess, and you never will.”“Aiden - ”“You don’t see yourself the way I see you,” He murmurs, his breath tickling my ear.I close my eyes and rest my head on his chest. If I weren’t so stressed, I’d love to kiss him like my whole world depends on it. He’s so sweet.We hear someone clear his throat, and we quickly pull away from each other, turning to see Bryan standing there."