Schuyler-
I was walking down the polished marble hallways of Duchesne with Oliver when I spotted Jack. Mimi was hanging to his arm and was practically draped on top of him. I successfully fought off the urge to throw up, but a gag escaped me. Jack turned his head toward the sound; everyone else ignored it, and smiled at me. I didn't smile back. How dare he let Mimi do that, after he said that he would do anything to be with me! Apparently, anything didn't extend to not letting Mimi practically make out with him in public.
Oliver moved his arm from around my shoulders to around my waist and squeezed possessively. I looked at him with a silent thank-you in my eyes, and as a spur of the moment decision, I kissed him. It was just a quick peck, but he turned red and quickly turned his face away from me and started to walk to out lockers, pulling me with him.
Once we got to the relative privacy of our lockers, Oliver hissed, "What was that about?"
"I'm sorry about that, Ollie," I said, turning away from him so he couldn't see my expression. "I guess I just got carried away."
"Fine," he said, some of the anger leaving his voice," I don't want to be used like that, okay, Sky?"
"Okay."
I let all of the unsaid things in that conversation slide. Like how I knew it hurt him for me to use him to make Jack jealous, because Ollie loved me and knew that I only loved him as a friend, and always would as long as Jack was there. How I was so sorry that there was a Jack there at all, because I knew that Ollie was an amazing person, and I really, really didn't want to hurt him, even though I knew I was hurting him as long as there was a Jack occupying my heart.
By the time I was walking to my next class, I was fighting tears.