OLIVIA“Whatever happened last night should be forgotten. It was useless,”Aiden's words echo in my head, over and over again. I can't get them out of my head, no matter how hard I try.His words stings like a slap in the face. Does he know how much they hurt me? Does he know that they cut deeper than any knife ever could?I should have shouted at him. I should have ranted and let him know how much his words hurt me. But, I didn't do anything. I said nothing. I let him call the cab and I left his house. Now, I sit in the cab and regret my reaction to what he said. I wish I could go back and tell him I don't like what he said. I wish I could tell him that he hurt me with his words. I wish I could tell him that I love the moment we shared last night and I hate the fact that he tagged it as “useless”.I look in the rearview mirror. My eyes are already brimming with tears. I hate how easily things affect me. I wish I were not so sensitive, but I know I can't help how I feel. Aiden is t
OLIVIA"I know my man is so hot, but you don't have to stare at him like he is a damn pizza. You are just a waitress," The blonde blurts out. Of course, she is not just a baddie. She seems to think of herself as a queen bee. Aiden is definitely her arm candy.She referred to Aiden as “her man”. Does that mean they are dating? I thought Aiden is a playboy who is not interested in serious relationships. I force a smile and my palms are already getting sweaty. I try to shrug off the thoughts in my head. As a waitress, I should maintain a professional demeanor. "I am sorry, ma'am,” I apologize. “What can I get for you today?” The blonde throws me a deadly glare, before turning to face Aiden. I try not to let that get to me. It seems like she already has something against me. I can't blame her for getting mad because I was staring at her so-called man. I mean if I had a boyfriend as hot as Aiden, I would not want another woman to look at him. Oh God, why am I even thinking about how h
OLIVIA"And, won't you say anything?" Sarah's voice resounds in my head. I take a deep breath, and release it slowly. Since I am already in trouble, I can as well get myself out of it. I clear my throat."Would you just calm down and give me a chance to talk this through with you?" I ask calmly. Sarah throws me a deadly glare. “Are you seriously asking me to stay calm when you have completely ignored everything I have told you?” “I don't know what the fuck is going on with you. I have told you over and over again not to mess with Aiden. He is my best friend. He is off limits. You should be hanging out with freshmen like you, not my friends.” She adds.“Relax, will you?” I retort, my frustration getting the better of me. “I am not hanging out with your friends. And, nothing is going on between me and Aiden.”“I found Aiden's shirt in your room, which leads me to believe that you wore it home from his house this morning,” Sarah rambles, folding her arms over my chest. “How the heck d
OLIVIA "I wonder who had the guts to paint the building. I mean, talk about nerves! The person must be one tough cookie."Ashley's words drift in one ear and out the other. I am not listening to her anymore. A corner of my mouth curls upwards, giving a lopsided grin. I should not be smiling, but I can't help it. I guess I am proud of myself. For what reasons? For breaking the school rules and painting the art building. Why should I not be proud of myself? I violated the rules and made a spectacle.A crowd is gathered around the art building, gawking and gossiping about the splashes of blue and red paint. They are in awe of the person who had the nerve to do this. Some praise the boldness of the individual who did this, while others criticize them for violating school rules and vandalizing the art building.The girls standing beside Ashley and I jolt me out of my thoughts. “Wait, look at the letters,” The first girl tells her partner. “I think that should be the person's initials,
OLIVIAI am at a loss for words. I can't even breathe. I don't know how to act.How am I supposed to act normal when Aiden is walking towards me? How can someone move in such a sensual way?His hands are tucked into the pockets of his hoodie. Each step he takes makes my heart pound faster."If I were given the chance, I would let Blacksmith have his way with me," Ashley whispers into my ear, her voice heavy with longing. “I would spread my legs for him.”I let out a hiss."I can't believe I am friends with someone who talks like this," I tease her, rolling my eyes.“Whatever, bitch,” Ashley whines.I pretend like my mind is not racing with similar thoughts. I know I am not much better, but I just keep my stupid fantasies to myself. Can never be Ashley. She does not hold back. She says whatever comes to her mind without a second thought. I bet the other girls in our vicinity are thinking the same thing, though none of them will admit it.The female freshmen in my department all look l
OLIVIAAiden approaches me, his every step bringing him closer until he is standing right in front of me. My heart pounds in my chest, and I grip the book even more tightly in my trembling hands.He leans against my desk, crossing his arms and legs in a casual pose, looking every bit the model on the front of a fashion magazine."What are you doing?" He asks in a low voice, smooth and calm.I shake my head, mute. "Nothing," I manage to say.Why am I not angry yet? I can't summon the anger I know I should feel. I should be livid that he kept me waiting, but instead I feel frozen and tongue-tied. I can't let him see the book I am reading. He might mock me. And yet, I can't help the way my stomach flutters when he looks at my breasts. His gaze is like a caress, making me feel like my boobs are treasures he has finally found."I don't think so," He mutters, his eyes not leaving me for a second.His eyes wander around the room, sweeping over my desk, the curtains, and the neatly-made bed.
I summon all my strength to push myself away from Aiden, and pull myself to my feet. I smooth out my gown as I try to regain my composure.I look toward the door, half-expecting to see Sarah on the other side, but she does not appear. I hear the sound of the door across the hall creaking open. Sarah heads to her own room without stepping foot into mine.I let out a sigh of relief. I nearly dodged a bullet there.Lesson learned: no more messing around with Aiden, or any guy for that matter, when Sarah is in the house. That is way too close for comfort.I am never trying that again. I can't risk jeopardizing my already messed up relationship with Sarah, not over a guy - especially not Aiden, her best friend. The thought of what might have happened if she had caught us like that makes my skin crawl. I don't even want to think about it.One wrong move, and I would have lost the trust I have been working so hard to earn from her. I am not willing to risk it.I turn my attention to the bed
OLIVIAThere are some people you should avoid with all that is in you. You should avoid them at all costs. You must make sure they don't cross your path, and you don't cross theirs.Now, this blonde is one of those people. One of the people you should stay away from. Because I don't see any reason why someone should hate me for no reason. I have heard people say they have haters. Even my sister, Sarah, has people who hate her. But I thought it should be for just popular people. I don't understand why this dumb blonde should be hating on me, and trying to get on my nerves. I don't even do anything to her. Aiden canceled his date, but I had nothing to do with his decision. He did it because he wanted to.I don't understand why this blonde woman is trying to shift the blame onto me. What did I do to deserve this? "Hey, who are you?" Ashley blurts out, pulling me out of my thoughts.The blonde tucks a strand of hair behind her ear, a knowing smirk on her face. What is she playing