Chapter 2

 

"Jesus crepes, my head hurts!" Ava whined as she sat across from Alex at lunchtime. 

 

"Well, you have to suck it up because we still have class for four more hours." 

 

Ava groaned and placed her head on the table. She loved going out, but she hated the aftereffects. Alex handed her a bottle of water and two painkillers. It didn't matter how often Alex told Ava to drink water to avoid the hangover; Ava never listened. 

 

"So tell me more about Mr. Stud muffin," Ava said after taking a few gulps of water. 

 

"Can you please stop calling him that? His name is Oliver." Alex complained. "But anyways, there isn't much to tell. We had a drink. I almost kissed him. We-" Alex got cut off by Ava.

 

"Hold the fuck up. You didn't kiss him?" Ava asked in confusion. 

 

"Of course not. I don't even know him, Ava. I'm not just going to make out with some random guy." 

 

Alex lied. She would have made out with him in a heartbeat. She thought about it all night, but wouldn't tell Ava that. 

 

"Oh, come on, you must have at least thought about it." Ava wiggled her eyebrows. She knew Alex too well. 

 

"Does he carry a large package, though?" 

 

Alex's eyes widened when she heard Ava. She had no clue how she would respond to that. He did indeed carry a large package. Alex glared at it a few times during the evening. 

 

"Ava!" That is all Alex was able to let out. 

 

"Have you thought about hooking up with him?" 

 

Alex remained silent and enjoyed the lunch she packed for herself. Her parents and older brother were constantly out of town on business trips, so Alex was alone five out of the seven days of the week. Her family was returning tonight from their trip to France. 

 

"Come on, Alex. Stud muffin seems like the type to tug your hair and dominate the fuck out of you while you beg him to stop." Ava closed her eyes and rocked against the chair to give Alex an example of how it would go down. 

 

One of the students stared at Ava in disbelief. His drink fell out of his hand as he stared at the horrific scene in front of him. 

 

"I'm sorry." Alex softly said to the boy before she turned to Ava and grabbed her hand. 

 

"Please stop." She begged. 

 

Ava took a few more sips of her water, and they two had a normal conversation until lunch was over. 

 

"What class do you have now?" Alex asked Ava as they grabbed their bags. 

 

"Math, you?" 

 

"English. I'll see you after school." Alex hugged Ava before the two went in different directions.

 

For the rest of the day, Alex only had one person on her mind. Oliver. She mentally swore at herself for not taking his number. Alex grabbed all her things once the bell rang, and she rushed to her car. She wanted nothing more than to throw herself onto her bed and nap. 

 

"Are we hitting the club tonight?" Ava asked as she got into the car.

 

She barely got through the school day with her hangover, and now she wanted to go back. Alex wasn't in the mood to head back to the club tonight. She just needed time to herself. 

 

"You can't be serious, Ava. You look like you haven't slept in days. There's absolutely no way in hell I'm going to the club tonight." Alex put her seat belt on and drove off. "Besides, my parents are coming home for the weekend."

 

Alex loved spending time with her family. Especially her dad. She adored him more than anything, and he loved her just as much. They barely spent time together, but whenever they did, the two would always play tennis. It was their favorite thing to do. That and he enjoyed teaching his daughter about the business. 

 

"Oh shit. Does that mean your super hot brother is going to be there?" 

 

Ava had always found Alex's brother very attractive, and she made sure Alex knew how hot her brother was. 

 

"Can you please not talk about how hot Theo is." Alex pleaded with Ava. 

 

"But come on, Alex, your brother is stunning. Have you seen his abs? God, he's so perfect."

 

Alex cringed at everything Ava said. She couldn't see Ava's point because it was her brother. It would be strange to admit that her brother was gorgeous. Everything about him disgusted her. 

 

"He's twenty-five, Ava." Alex hissed.

 

"That's just a seven-year age gap." She said with a smug look on her face. "And since when do you care about age? You fuck around with people old enough to be your father!" Ava regretted the words as soon as they left her lips. "Fuck, Alex. I'm sorry."

 

Alex wasn't ashamed of who she liked. She just hated that Ava would always bring it up to get her way with something. Alex knew she shouldn't have trusted Ava with any of her secrets. Especially the one about her liking older men, but part of her thought Ava was a good person and would never utter a single word about it.

 

The rest of the car ride was silent. Alex dropped Ava off and drove home. Ava gave Alex a soft smile before closing the door. The two lived on the same street, just three houses away from each other. When Alex got home, she changed into shorts and an oversized shirt. She grabbed a pack of cigarettes and a lighter from her drawer before she headed to the backyard.

 

Alex wasn't much of a smoker. She only smoked when she felt angry or hurt. In this case, she felt both. She closed her eyes as the smoke took over her lungs. Alex enjoyed the burning sensation that came with it. As soon as she finished, she went back up to her bedroom. Alex threw herself onto her bed, and just as she was about to fall asleep, she heard a notification on her phone. 

It was him. It was Oliver.