All Chapters of Frenemies: Ashley and Oliver: Chapter 21 - Chapter 26

Oliver’s POVWhen I heard the teacher call her name as part of the group, I was actually surprised, but again, she said, she might not even pair us with our friends.Although I am a little bit happy she is in our group and also disappointed that we won’t really get close even though we are in the same group.After appreciating me for what I did in the cafeteria, which was unexpected by the way, I returned into scrolling through Twitter, to become close to her is really difficult.With her I-don’t-give-a-fuck look aura she carries.A bubble appears on my phone to indicate I have received a message.Opening it to see it was Dec who messaged.‘What do you think she is doing?’ it says, I look at Dec, he shrugs, then look at Ashley to point out how she is looking around.‘No idea’ I message back.‘Maybe you should ask her, since you seem so interested in her affairs’ I send to him.‘Fuck you’ he sends with the middle finger emoticon.“Ash, should we start the project today or another day?”

Getting home, I immediately rush to my bathroom to take a very long much needed shower. I’m not the type to stay long in the showers, but being in a stranger’s house, for that number of hours make me itchy most times, especially now.Getting out of the shower feeling quite refreshed, I get into a very comfortable clothing which is basically grey in color. This makes me feel like I live in a fucking grey area. Fuck shit!Bringing out my AP Biology textbook, I start reading before I am interrupted by a slam on the front door.“I’m home” my Dad yells out.Which makes me think of different reasons why he should fucking yell, like the house is not that big, and with that fucking slam of the door, then I should be able to know that he is back, not minding the fact that I locked the door with the key and apart from me, he is the only person that has the key to the front door.“Hey, I said I’m home” my dad says, suddenly opening my door.“Okay” I mumble.“Young lady, that is no fucking way to

Ashley's POV"Are you seriously holding my hand?" I ask Oliver calmly. He immediately lets go like a hot potato and apologizes. "Why do you hate me?" he asks, curious."Why do you want to behave like a typical high school bully?" I retort."You see, kiddo, there's more to things than behaving like a cringe-y kid, like a cringe-y movie you want to sleep through," he says, trying to be profound."And you talk like an old lady," he scoffs."And you wonder why I don't want to have anything to do with you," I answer dully. Conversing with someone who makes my IQ duller is both dampening and stressful.Done with the conversation, I pull Katya along with me, who was outside the room listening in."You just like messing with fire," Katya says, still in awe of the interaction."Does it look like I'm messing with fire?" I ask her, shrugging."Does it not look like it to you?" she asks, looking at me in disbelief."Look," she starts, holding my arm to stop me from walking. "I love that you're b