Oliver POV
"Jacob, she just hung up on me," I say sadly to my best guy friend.
"Well, just call up Steph, her parents are never home, she'll help you forget," Jacob replies winking and nudging me.
I sigh. Jacob, who's still a virgin himself,always seems to think sex solves everything. "Jake, I've been friends with Lilly since preschool, I can't just forget her that easily. I hurt her and I need to make it up to her."
"Oliver, man, it's Spring Break. Spring Break! I'm not gonna just let you be bummed the entire time. Forget Lilzy, have some fun."
I half smile and Jacob rolls his eyes at me.
"Man! You're being such a dork. Steph's throwing a house party, and you're going even if I have to force you." Jacob pulls out a set of handcuffs from his bedside table, which makes me gulp as I know that he's not afraid to use them...he has before. I shutter at the memory.
"Fine." I agree to the party. Frig, why do I always let him convince me to do these things.
My phone vibrates in my pocket, and I let it go for a couple seconds longer than I need to, enjoying the feeling.
"Hey babe," I say to my girlfriend, Jacob making kissy faces at me. She calls all the time, but I don't know why. It's like she is checking up on me, even though I would never do that to her. She satisfies me more than necessary.
"Hey Ollie!" she says in her usual perky tone. "Miss me?" I don't know why it is that her perkier-than-coffee voice only irritates me when we're on the phone. I guess it's because I only half pay attention to her in person because she's always touching me, which magically makes her flaws disappear.
"Of course, Steph. What's up babe?" I answer. Obviously I'm lying to her, but who would actually tell their girlfriend that you were too busy dealing with another girl to miss them?
"Well, honey, my party starts in an hour or so, so I was thinking..." Wow! That's a first! "Maybe you can come over now and I could help convince you to come to the beach with my family for Spring Break."
Crap! I'm not in the mood for that right now. Will she be able to tell? I'll fake it, yeah that shouldn't be a problem, she barely pays attention to me anymore as long as I'm there for her to ride. "Yeah, sure babe. I'll be there in five." Hey, maybe Jacob will be right, for once, and this will take my mind off of Lilly.
"Love you, Olliekins."
"Love you too Steph." I hiccup right after. Damn! I thought I got rid of that habit.
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I look at myself in the mirror, checking for anything out of place. I fix my hair slightly then decide it looks better messy. I'm not too sure why, but I sometimes get nervous better.. it. I mean Stephanie is really really wow. Her body never seizes to amaze me. Then there's me, I'm not Mr. Buff and I'm taller than most seniors. I'm a too skinny string-bean with no muscle. It sucks.
I wander down the steps in a daze. I figure my mom's at work and my dad's probably having a few beers with some buddies. Lilly suddenly rings through my head. I know she doesn't want to see me, but a fight is a fight. And fighting with Lilly means that I have to apologize even when it's her fault.
Before I can stop myself I'm knocking on her frontdoor. I tap my jeans waiting for her.
Lilly eventually comes to the door, she opens it then seeing me she tries to slam it shut. "Lilly!" I yell shoving back at the wooden door.
It's kind of hard to fight against her, she's strong and I'm weak. But the genders even out our strengths. I slip into her home.
"What do you want?"
I take notice that she changed into her jammies and she's holding Fredrick. Fredrick is the stuffed duck I won at a carnival when I was six. Lilly decided she liked it more, and being the rebel she still is today: she stole it.
"Well?" She asks.
"Oh, um... are you okay?"
"I'm fine." She snickers, digging her nails into the poor duck's head.
"Okaaay.. are we okay?"
"No."
"I said I was sorry."
"I didn't forgive you."
"Lillian, will you forgive me?" I fold my hands together and stick out my lower lip.
"Do you live to annoy me?" She sighs, frustrated.
"Well, you are cute when you're mad."
"You're an idiot."
"That doesn't mean you don't love me."
"Huh?"
"I know you love me. Deeeeeeep down."
"And maybe when I get that deep down, I'll forgive you."
"So I have to wait until you admit you are in fact madly in love with me, so that you'll forgive me?"
"See if that day ever comes."
"Lillian, one day you-" I stop mid-sentence at the sound of my ringtone. ' Tell me did the wind sweep you off your feet
Did you finally get the chance to da-'
"Hello?"
"What's taking so long?"
Shit.
I end up making some story about loosing my shoes, which isn't a lie. I did loose my shoes... two weeks ago. I'm wearing my older brother's.
"Okay, just hurry up. Trust me, you won't need your shoes when you get here." Lilly snorts. I think she heard her.
"Yeah, I'm on my way."
"Love you."
"Yeah." I shut my phone. It's sort of weird for me to say 'I love you' in front of Lilly. I'm pretty sure she'd mock me about it.
"Have fun at her party."
"You're not coming?"
"I don't feel like getting wasted and screwing some random dude without thinking twice."
"Remind me to hang out with you while you're drunk."
"You're such a whore, Oken."
"And you like it." She rolls her eyes. I smirk and step out of her house.
"Oh, and Oliver," She calls out standing in the stop I just left. "I'm soooo madly in love with you." The sarcasm is hinting in her words.
I shake my head. "Ditto."
-...-
I knock at Steph's front door and she opens it a second later and pulls me in. She's wearing some sexy lingerie that would have totally put me in the mood in a second, if I wasn't still thinking of Lilly.
"You found shoes!" she said after I gave her a quick hello kiss. "Now get them off, and meet me in my bedroom."
She gives me a quick kiss then runs up the stairs, looking back once to make sure I'm checking out her ass. Of course I am, but it would be much funner to look at if she didn't show it off so much.
I kick off my brother's shoes and head up to her room. Her parents are famous lawyers, or something, so her house is huge. How can I get Lilly to forgive me? And, why isn't she coming to Steph's party? I know for a fact Newt will be there. Steph and him have been friends since they were little, because of their parents, and they never missed any of each other's parties.
But, my thoughts came to a hault when I got to Steph's bedroom. She immediatel pulls me and throws me down onto the bed.
She pulls off my shirt before I even hit the bed and she kisses down my chest as she undoes my pants. A second later my pants are gone, along with my boxers and she's sucking me. Damn! That feels good! Maybe Jake was right, maybe a round of Steph is exactly what to do to forget your problems. She sucks hard and begins to bob and I go hard in her mouth. I really know what that Buckcherry guy is talking about in that song 'Crazy Bitch'. I groan and my hand hits something under her pillow. Hey, that's weird, who puts clothes under their pillow?
She's moving fast on me, but I can't help my curiosity. I pull out a pair of boxers from under her pillow. "What the hell is this?"
She bites me in shock, and I scream in pain. That was no playful bite, that actually hurt.
"Uh," she says taking them and throwing them to the side of her room. "Those are yours from last week." She goes back to blowing me quicker then I can reply.
I push her head away and sit up. Who the Hell is she trying to fool? Those definitely weren't mine! "What the fuck, Stephanie!? Those were NOT mine! You are cheating on me!"
"No Ollie, of course I'm not, silly." Fuck! That little whore! How much of an idiot does she think I am? "Those are yours, I would never touch anyone else." That lying bitch must think I'm a complete fool.
"I'm leaving!" I announce as I get my clothes back on quickly. Sure, that announcement may have been a bit stupid, but I'm pissed, I don't have to say anything smart when I find out my girlfriend is a total skank.
"No! Oliver, don't leave!" Steph screams, for once losing her stupid perky act. "I'm a fucking total hottie, you can't jut leave me!" She throws on a skimpy dress that just barely covers her and chases me down the stairs. Who had I not noticed how much of a slut she is before?
"Fuck you, Steph!" I yell, throwing open her front door after quickly getting my brother's shoes on. "You're a whore, and we're through!" I slam the door in her face and take off running.
I run as fast as my scrawny legs will take me. Sure, I never really loved her, but it still hurts that she would be doing some other guy behind my back. Some things hurt worse than sticks and stones.