Chapter 39 - My Only One

Victoria's POV

I felt like I was floating in the air, and I could still feel the butterflies swarming on my stomach as I got inside my room; I was leaning on the door frame for a long while with a broad smile on my face before I walked towards my study table. I slowly put my books and notebooks on the table while I couldn't stop staring at Oliver's answer sheet, and I was staring at his neat handwriting with awe.

"Why are you so good with everything, Oliver?" I asked in the air, and I couldn't believe that I was fascinated even by his handwriting, and I realized Oliver Prize is more than just a pretty face, and I hate that we didn't get along, and there is no one to blame but me.

I should never speak with him on the first day he arrived at our school, but I couldn't stop myself that time because we almost had an accident because of him, and he made it worse by kissing me. And even if Oliver Prize stole my first kiss, I couldn't deny, I love that it was him, but it must be more memorab