Who Could Ever Figure That Out?
Chapter 1: The Pit
Oliver's Point of View
"I can't wait to see Jake!" Squealed one of my best friends Miley.
"Me either!" exclaimed my other best friend Lily.
I shook my head. What was so great about Jake anyways? He was a spoiled and obnoxious brat. I thought Miley had saw right through him…. But I was wrong.
"There he is!" squealed Miley as he came out of the tunnel.
Miley threw arms around Jake. They kissed. And all of a sudden a pit formed in my stomach. Why did they have to kiss right in front of me and Lily? Sure they hadn't seen each other for 4 months but still, there's this thing called respect. I looked a Lily. She didn't seem to mind. Why didn't she mind!?
"Miley I can't believe it we can finally go out!" exclaimed Jake.
"Me either!" exclaimed Miley.
They kissed AGAIN!
"Can you believe them?" I whispered to Lily.
Lily looked at me.
"Oliver they missed each other." Said Lily.
"Yeah…but…" I stuttered.
"Jealous much?" Lily teased.
"Shut up I am not." I said.
I wasn't lying. Was I? Stop it Oliver! But why was this pit in my stomach creeping to my hand. Why did I suddenly want to knock Jake out? Jealousy? NO! This was not a jealous feeling. I was like Miley's brother she even had said so once herself. And I'm sure if Jackson was here he would want to tear off Jake's head too.
"Anything wrong Oliver?" Miley asked.
"No…nothing…wrong." I stuttered.
Great now that stupid pit had crept up to my throat. Jake was surrounded by fans so we had to hurry to his limo. I sat there miserably looking at Miley and Jake talking about what they should do for their first date. Lily was listening intently, hanging onto every word. I looked out the window. Lily poked my head.
"Oliver isn't Jake so sweet?" she asked me.
I threw Lily a dirty look.
"Yeah he's a real doll." I said sarcastically.
Who would ask a GUY a question like that about another GUY??? Man I really needed some guy friends! Lily returned the look.
"Jealous." She said sing songly.
"I AM NOT!" I said in a loud whisper.
Lily put her hands up.
"Whatever Oken." She said.
I, Oliver Oken, was not jealous! Was I?