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Chapter 1 - Safe

Oliver's POV

No. I can't believe I did it. I really can't. What the hell was I thinking?

I know exactly what I was thinking. I was thinking about her. Like usual. But I've never done something as stupid as this before. Why now? Why on her birthday?

I'm so dumb. I knew she never liked me back. But still, what the hell?

I've ruined it all now. I bet she'll never talk to me again. I can't blame her. Stupid stupid stupid.

But I love her. I love Lilly Truscott. I wish she loved me back. I wish she was at least happy. Or normal about it. I wish I'd never said anything. But I did.

"Lilly. I... erm... I really like you. A lot. Like like. Not just friend like." My heart stopped. I didn't know where it was coming from. My heart, obviously. But I never expected my mouth to run off on me did I?

"Oliver... I'm, I'm sorry." She ran off. Up to Miley's room I expect. Where else would she go?

What I'm most pissed off with myself for is the fact that I'll have made her feel uncomfortable. That's what I hate. She gets embarrassed so easily.

"Oliver. What? What was that? You never told me you liked her!" My tear filled eyes glared at my other best friend, Miley. I'd kept it a secret. I always thought she wasn't good enough for me, what was the point in humiliating myself?

"I've liked her since... since forever Miley. Forever." I dropped my gaze to her shoes, feeling my cheeks flush red and my head starting to sweat.

She gave me one last look and then ran upstairs to talk to her friend.

End Oliver's POV

Oliver Oken sat on the white beach sand, drawing shapes in the grains with his finger. The sun had set an hour ago already and the stars twinkled above him. He lay back on the dunes and then curled himself up into a shell, trying to shut out the rest of the world.

Closing his eyes, he breathed out deeply.

"Hi Oliver," a quiet, uneasy voice said. "Can I pull up some sand?" Lilly attempted a smile but the edges of her mouth quivered until she gave up.

"I'm sorry, okay? I'm sorry. I was just... shocked. I was scared, I didn't know what to say."

Oliver still stayed statuesque. No use, nothing would make him budge.

"Oliver, the thing is... I've,"

"No Lilly. The thing is, I've got nothing else to say to you, I've said it all. Now will you please leave so that I can wallow in self-pity already?!" Oliver's commanding voice rang out, making tears roll down her already stained face.

She stood up and, almost choking, sobbed.

"Oliver. The thing is, I've... I've liked you for over a year now. And... And now I'm leaving. Because you've obviously changed your mind sure fast."

Launching sand up behind her, she scurried down the beach and turned a corner so that she was out of sight.

Oliver punched the sand three times before standing up and kicking it like he was trying to kick himself.

"Not again."

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"Get off me! Get off -"

Lilly's shouts were smothered by a hand over her mouth. She was forced against a wall and pinned there. The skin covering her mouth was replaced by rough lips and a tongue trying to open hers while she tried her best to keep them shut.

The now spare hand travelled down the side of Lilly's body, outlining her breasts and not stopping at her stomach.

She stopped shaking and started squirming, trying to break free from his clutches. Lilly quickly opened her mouth and bit down on his lip, causing him to scream in pain and letting her cry her lungs out.

"HELP! HELP ME!"

A fist collided with her stomach and she keeled over.

"Shut up, bitch." A menacing voice growled at her and spat blood in her face.

"But... why?" Lilly asked.

"Why Jackson?"

He didn't reply. He was already on the floor. Lilly looked up and Oliver was standing there, clenching his teeth and shaking his hand in pain. He ran to her and helped her up.

"Oh Oliver, thank you." She buried her head into his shoulder and he wrapped his arms around her making 'shushing' noises.

"It's okay now. You're safe."

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A/N: It's short, it is. But I felt like cutting it off there this time. I'd appreciate it if you reviewed: Thanks.