Unexpected

Chapter 4- Oliver

-Oliver-

When I walk back inside I am furious. I never should have let it happen in the first place.

Thomas is sitting at the kitchen table, drinking a beer. I walk over and without a word, punch him straight in the cheek. He cries out in pain. I knock him again and step back.

"Oliver!" Trxie screeches and runs over. "Your boyfriend just tried to rape Ali" I spit at her.

Trixie lets go of Thomas's arm like it's fire. "I-is this true....Thomas?" her voice quivers. "No baby, I would never" Thomas tries to defend himself.

Just then, Smith walks in, putting down an envelope. It has Thomas's name on it. Smith pulls out the money and waves it at Thomas's face.

"It was a bet, Jared made a bet and Thomas took it" Smith folds his arms, grinning cheek to cheek.

Jared walks in just then, and at the wrong time. Trixie turns to face him. "You awful man! You set a bet to take Ali's virginity!" she screams at him. Jared looks scared. Of course he would, he likes the danger until he gets caught.

"You have always hated her! That's why you did it! You wanted revenge for when she turned you down for Homecoming!" Trixie grins evilly.

Jared goes red in the face as everyone laughs and giggles and ooo's. Trixie slaps him hard across the face and storms off. Both of them look at me with a nasty glare.

"If I ever catch you two doing something like that again I'll ruin your life, you understand?" I growl. I walk out too and get in my car.

I feel furious, but also anxious. I feel the need to go see Ali. See how she's holding up. I don't even have her number and it's too creepy to show up. I shake my head and start the car. As I drive I think about our relationship.

I feel connected to Ali in a way I don't understand. And that kiss we almost had... We used to hate each other, despise one another. But right now, I just want to touch her. Hold her hand, kiss her, brush shoulders, something. I crave Ali, in some way I don't like but also wish I had so bad.

It's confusing and annoying, but so sweet and lustful. When I arrive home I know I won't be getting any sleep. I'll get her number somehow, and I'll talk to her.

Because Ali Scott is getting into my head, weaving herself into my thoughts, burrowing into my brain so I am constantly thinking about her.