How To Unsuccessfully Avoid A Player (Oliver Sykes)

Chapter 8

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Willow Clark's P.O.V

"What the fuck do you think you're doing here?", Hamish questioned me. He was fuming.

"What does it look like? I'm with Alan", I have him attitude. Hamish was always getting angry at me for harmless things and it's ridiculous. He does this stuff all the time even when he was my age, and I can't? He is too over protective sometimes.

"You're supposed to be with Alan at the hospital, not with Alan at a pub, underage drinking", his voice is hushed but remains angry as he scowls between me and Alan. I rolled my eyes.

"So? I'm cheering him up! It's not bothering anyone so leave me alone", I told him before turning back to the bar, only for Hamish to spin me back around to face him.

"You're supposed to be on a date with Oliver tonight and may I add, you're grounded!", Hamish rose his voice at me. His words caught me off guard. Since when did he care about me dating? I'm assuming Oliver has charmed my brother now too. I thought Hamish would be completely against me dating someone, let alone be getting angry at me for not.

"Shut up! Since when do you care so much about me dating? Oh, are you and Oliver just such good friends now?", I scoffed, glancing at Oliver, "Why doesn't that surprise me"

Oliver, Alan and Hamish all looked confused, but I understood what I meant. I'm the only one who seems to see it! Oliver is completely blindsiding everyone so they all think he is great. Well, I don't.

I think the alcohol was affecting me a lot now though.

"I'm calling mum and you're going home", Hamish tells me.

"Im in enough trouble because of you as is!", I waved my arms around.

"Because you set yourself up for trouble, you'll thank me one day", Hamish tells me, pulling out his phone.

"If you call her I'll tell them about how you smoke weed in the house all the time!", I threatened him and he scoffed.

"I do it outside now, and you have no proof that I ever did it inside", Hamish rolled his eyes.

"Fine then! Call her! I don't give a fuck!", I exclaimed, waving my arms around.

"I do!", Alan piped up next to me, "I'll take her home and make sure she is all good, no one has to get into trouble", he bargains with my brother who is not impressed. I get why Alan is trying to save the day, he hates it when I'm in trouble because that usually means he gets in trouble. Especially tonight, if mother finds out he was with me, she will tell Alan's parents.

"No way, you're the reason she's in this mess. In fact, you're the reason she is like who she is. She drinks and parties all the time because of you and gets into all sorts of shit, just stay out of it and go home", Hamish yells at Alan. Alan looks absolutely crushed. I don't blame him. He looks at me and I mouth 'I'll call you later' and he nods before getting up and leaving. He is probably going back to the hospital since he promised his mother he would be back.

"You know what, instead of me calling Mum, how about Oliver takes you home and makes sure you're all good, it's the least you can do since you ditched him", Hamish tells me.

"Fuck you", I spat at him before standing up and walking out of the bar. The cold, night air hits me hard and sends shivers across my skin.

I started walking down the street before a voice stops me.

"Wait up!", the British voice sounds behind me.

I stopped and turned to him with my arms across my chest.