OLIVIAI chew on my bottom lip, rereading the message on my phone for the millionth time that day.Is this real? Am I just imagining things again? Is my life turning into a clichéd high school romance novel?I look at the message once again, my eyes darting back and forth as I read every word.It is real. This is really happening.I cover my face with my hands, my cheeks flushing a deep shade of crimson.Nathan is asking me out on a date. My crush fucking just asks me out on a date.Okay, let's make it official. I am the happiest person in the world at this moment. I doubt anyone else is as happy as I am right now. It is not just the fact that he asked out on a date that is important. It is the fact that he texted me about it. That is the bigger deal. Initially, I think he has forgotten about the date, since he has not mentioned it since the concert. But now that he has brought it up again, I am filled with butterflies in my stomach.It makes me feel like he finds me attractive. It
OLIVIA “ Who was your first kiss?” Sarah's question plays on a loop in my mind, just like a new song you can't stop listening to. Why would she ask such a thing, and in front of Aiden, no less? What is she trying to do? Is she on to something, or has she figured out what is going on between me and her best friend? Just the thought of Sarah finding out makes my heart skip a beat. No, that can't be the case. If she had figured it out, she would not be sitting here, playing games with Aiden and perched on his lap." Olivia!” Sarah yells my name, making me jolt of my thoughts. " What are you thinking about? Didn't you hear me asking you a question?” She asks.My eyelashes blink rapidly. " I told you about that the other day," I utter, not meeting her gaze. I raise my head to steal a glance at Aiden. As if on a cue, he looks up at me too, and we lock eyes. His deep brown eyes pierce into me."Don't worry," I say in my mind. "I didn't tell my sister about us."I can tell that is what
OLIVIA "Not again!" I cry out.I fight the urge to slam my fist against the steering wheel. That would only hurt me.But damn it, what is wrong with my car now? I have classes to get to, and I need to get there as soon as possible. But when I got in the car and tried to start the engine, the car just wouldn't turn over.I think I am in trouble.I get out of the car and look it over, even though I don't have a clue of what I am looking for. I start tapping my fingers on the phone I am holding, frustrated with the car. I can't take a cab, either. By the time one arrived, I would have been waiting for over half an hour. That would make me late for class. As I think about all this, I see Sarah walk out of the living room and head for her own car. My hands clench into fists. Should I go talk to her? What if she ignores me? She has been giving me the cold shoulder since I hit her across the face yesterday.Maybe I should go and meet her. But I need help, no matter what is going on b
OLIVIAMy mouth falls open. No, this is too tempting.If I scream, he will shove his dick in my mouth. Should I just scream and let him do it? I don't know how the thought of his dick in my mouth comes into my mind. Now, I find myself thinking about how his dick would feel in my mouth. What does it even look like? Long and veiny? Oh shit, where do all these dirty thoughts come from? When do I become this way?I have always known that I have a darker side, but not to this extent. Where is it all coming from? Even I am taken aback by how dirty my thoughts have become. What kind of spell does Aiden have over me, that he can make me shed my good girl image? "Good girl," Aiden murmurs, pulling me out of my thoughts.I look up at him through the rearview mirror, and his eyes meet mine for a few seconds. A corner of his mouth curls into a sly grin before he turns his attention back to the road."I like how you listen to me. You are so obedient," He adds. "That is what a good girl doe
OLIVIAI flinch when Aiden slams his fist on the steering wheel. That must have hurt. “ Are you deaf?” Aiden barks, his voice raised and sharp. I arch an eyebrow. What is with the sudden change in his tone? Is he messing around with me or what? But, the look in his eyes tells me he is not playing around. There is something going on with him. Something serious. I try to speak, but I can't find the right words. My voice catches in my throat. It seems like the right words are not in my head anymore.I just sit there, staring at him while his gaze still remains fixed straight ahead, not on the rearview mirror, but out the windshield. Aiden's head falls back to the steering wheel, and he clenches his fists on his thighs.I close my eyes, trying to piece together everything that has happened that day involving Aiden.I had called him and asked for a ride, and he had agreed. His tone and demeanor at the time were a far cry from what they are now.He had driven to my house. He had even fl
OLIVIAI shoot Aiden a deadly glare. Is he messing with me? Or does he actually mean it? Is he really telling me to cancel my date with Nathan? Or Is he just messing around like a class clown?"Excuse me," I say, needing to get past him to find my makeup, my foot wear and everything else I need for the date.Aiden raises an eyebrow. "Didn't you hear me?" He asks, his eyes boring into me.“ I heard you. I just don't think you are serious,” I say, holding his gaze without looking away. “ Now, will you allow me to pass?” “ No, I won't allow you to pass,” He states.“ Don't you dare mess around with me,” I snap. “ I am already annoyed with you. Don't make me more angry.” “ Are you sure you are really annoyed with me?” He asks. My eyebrows lift. What is he getting at? “ Yes, I am annoyed with you about what you did in your car,” I reply. “ And, trust me, I would be more annoyed if you don't let me pass.”“Oh,” Aiden mutters. “ You are annoyed with me, and you let me kiss you.” “ Fu
OLIVIATell me I am dreaming. Tell me this is a figment of my wild imagination. Please, just tell me this is a dream. I can't believe this is happening. I don't want to believe it. Is this really Elite Palace? There is no way I am really at Elite Palace, the most luxurious and exclusive restaurant in town. It must be a fantasy. “ Are you okay?” I hear a gentle voice ask from behind me.I feel a hand close around mine and our fingers lace together. The scent of his cologne - something floral, wildflowers perhaps fills my nose. I turn to face him, and my eyes lock with his, an ocean blue that seems to pierce right through me. I force a smile. “ I am okay,” I utter. I am not dreaming. This is real - no fantasy, no wild dream. I am really at Elite Palace and Nathan is standing right beside me with our hands interlocked. God, this is really happening. I've got to tell Ashley. We have been talking about saving up to come to Elite Palace just for a piece of cake and a drink. I can'
OLIVIAI haven't thought of Aiden since I left him at my house. He has not crossed my mind since I got to Elite Palace. He has not even entered my thoughts since I started my date with Nathan. But now, Aiden's name has made his way into my mind. He is back in my head, all thanks to the silly mistake in his text. Why on earth would he make such a blunder? Is he crazy? How would he get my name mixed up with someone else's name? Has he lost his eyesight or what? I am getting angrier and angrier as I think about Aiden's text. It is starting to get under the skin and I am not sure if I am overreacting. What the heck is wrong with me?Okay, the deep brown eyed devil made such a huge mistake. He literally sent a text that I should come over to his house, then said it was intended for someone else. That means he is inviting someone over to his house. Do I care? No, I don't fucking care. Then, why am I getting so worked up? Why do I have the urge to go over to his house and smack him s
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."