OLIVIAChase's brow furrows as he looks at me, a questioning gaze piercing through me. He takes a slow sip of his drink and after a long moment, he sets the glass down on the table."Hey, stranger," He says. "Are you all right?" I keep my eyes closed, trying to push away the swirling thoughts in my head. I feel like I can't even think straight. I'm not okay. I open my eyes. What did I say to him to make him look at me like that? "W... what did I just say?" I ask, my words coming out in a stutter. Chase shakes his head, a slight frown tugging at the corners of his mouth. “Are you here with someone?" He probes. I force a smile onto my lips. "I am here with someone, but he doesn't care about me. He'd rather be with some other girl than me,"I continue. "You know what? I'm such an idiot. I should have been at home reading, instead of coming here with this bad boy with those pretty brown eyes, and then he ditched me for some other girl. I -”My phone starts buzzing in my bag, and I fis
AIDENI drive a few blocks from Olivia's house, and turn off the engine. Taking a deep breath, I lean back in my seat. Olivia is asleep in the seat next to me, her eyes closed and her features softened in peaceful slumber. How could she be so damn cute even when she's sleeping? I don't want to wake her. I don't know why, but watching her sleep is strangely satisfying. Fuck, Aiden. What the hell am I doing? Watching a girl sleep feels like a total creeper move, especially after everything that's happened between us.I should wake her up. But instead of tapping her shoulder like a normal person, my hand lands on her thigh. I am struck by the urge to grip it, squeeze it, to claim it as mine. "What are you doing?" Olivia's voice slices through the silence. I jerk my hand back to the safety of my own seat. Shit. She's awake. "I was trying to wake you up," I lie. "We're just a few blocks from your house." I sneak a glance at her through the rearview mirror. She adjusts her top and re
OLIVIAI can feel his gaze burning into me. It has to be him. Who else would keep their eyes glued on me in the restaurant instead of minding their own business? I turn to face the source of the stare, and my eyes meet his intense, dark honey brown eyes. I quickly look away, not wanting to hold his gaze. “ This is stupid,” I tell myself.Is it really stupid to be feeling this way, or am I just fooling myself? Why should I be feeling all fluttery just from meeting his eyes? That's the real stupid thing. “He's staring at you again, isn't he?” Ashley asks, sipping her drink. I nod, biting my lip. “ Yes, he is.” I have no idea what's going on in Aiden's mind, but whatever it is, he needs to realize that he looks like a total creep when he stares at me like that.It's been over a week since the whole mess. No contact, not even a text. Yet, he always seems to have his eyes glued to me, whether we're at school or he is at home with Sarah. "What's up with Mr. Hottie? He's like a hawk, m
OLIVIAMy lashes flutter, my gaze locked on the phone in my hand, on the text that seems to grow bolder with each passing second.No, I won't let myself be fooled. I won't fall for Aiden’s tricks, not this time. This can't be for me. Aiden must have made another mistake again. My gaze never leaves the screen as I wait for the “ it was a mistake” message. But, it never comes. I begin to suspect that this is more than a slip of the finger. This is serious.But why? Why would Aiden send me this text after constantly ignoring me and giving me those lingering stares? Is this just another ploy to remain on my mind? If so, it is working. He's always been there, occupying a corner of my thoughts.Wait, does he expect me to reply? Am I being an idiot? Of course, he does.I inhale, hold my breath for a moment, then let it out slowly. It's time to strike back. I won't answer his 'I miss you' text, no matter how many butterflies it sends fluttering through my stomach. He doesn't deserve to be
AIDENIt must have gotten to her. The bouquet of flowers.What's wrong with me? I've never been like this before. I've never been one to pursue a girl like this. Sending flowers to a girl, or even trying to win her back, swallowing my pride and sending an “ I miss you” text. I've never been the type to do all that.Damn it. She's not just some random girl—she's my best friend's sister. That should make her off-limits. But, screw it. I don't give a fuck. All I know is that I feel something different for her. I've always had a soft spot for her, but this time I feel like it is deeper than that. Something that's hard to pin down. It's not just the usual things like her eyes, her smile, or her energy. It's not even about wanting to sleep with her. I just don't know. I think I like her more than I've ever liked any other girl. I am not sure if it's because I hurt her, but whatever it is, I just want Olivia. I want to feel my fingers on her skin, feel her body tense beneath my touch. I
OLIVIA“ You," The single word rolls out of Aiden's tongue, coming out in a soft, low pitched voice.Ask me what I hate the most right now, and I'll tell you it's the fact that I get those butterflies in my stomach when he speaks in that tone.Damn, this is so stupid. "Olivia, I am sorry," Aiden mumbles.I shake my head and move away from the dishes, stepping closer to him. I stop a few inches away. " You should get out of this kitchen," I blurt out, trying to keep my voice low like his eyes. " You know what I mean. You have to leave this place.”I carry on. “ You are aware my sister is in the living room. I am sure you wouldn't like it if she walked in and saw you here with me. I know you don't give a damn about getting in trouble. You only care about your own wants and your desires, you are nothing but a selfish jerk.” “ Shut up,” He utters.Despite my harsh words, his voice is still soft, almost pleading. It is like he's begging me to keep quiet, rather than getting mad at me f
OLIVIAMunching on a piece of biscuit, I look around the deserted hallway, noticing how quiet it is. As it should be, since it is past 6pm and lectures are over for the day. The only people that should be in the school lecture area should be the over studious students. I guess I am one of them, which is why I'm still here.I have a study date with Nathan and we decided to hold it in school so we can focus on my studies. We are calling it a 'study date’ because, of course, our goal is to study and work on an assignment. Nothing more. Nothing less. I feel a vibration in my jean pocket. I pull out my phone and the corners of my mouth curl up as I see the name on the phone screen. I was just thinking of him, and now he's calling me. I pick up the call. “ Hey, Nathan, ” I say. “ Olive, hi. I just wanted to let you know I have left the library, I - “ I interrupt him. “ But, you said you weren't going anywhere. Why did you change your mind?” “ Relax. I just need to head to the school h
OLIVIAI close my eyes, allowing myself to get lost in the moment. I shut down the voices in my head kind of telling me to pull away and break the kiss. How can I break the kiss, especially when it's a kiss from Aiden? How can I do that? His lips pull mine, earning a moan from me. My fingers delve into his hair and I bury them deep, feeling the soft, silky strands in my hand. I run my hand through his hair, I realize how much I've missed touching it until now. I like the way I've messed his hair up, a small revenge for always messing with my damn feelings.Aiden pulls away from the kiss, his hands still cupping my cheeks. His honey brown eyes bores into me, making me feel weak in the knees. I just feel hot inside of me, as if his piercing gaze has ignited a flame. Why is he looking at me like that? I'd pay anything to know what's going through his mind. I want to ask, but, my tongue is tied. I stand there, frozen, staring into my eyes. My gaze drops to his lips, and I swallow a gul
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."