No Strings Attached (SUSPENDED)

Chapter 4

"Was that necessary?" I huff.
"Not the first time I've taken your breath away, sweetheart," he smirks. I scoff, pushing him off me with all the strength I can muster. I call him an ass and sit up leaving him laying on the ground beside me. I fold my legs up, wrapping my arms around them and resting my head on them. At that moment a little girl in a white floral dress walks up to me with a shy smile on her face.

"Hey there," I say as she approaches me cautiously. Grasped in her small hands is a half dead dandelion. 

"Is that flower for me?" I ask, smiling at her cute little face.

"No," She replies. The smile drops from my face and Oliver snorts beside me. 

"My bouncy ball rolled away," she states, before picking up a pink bouncy ball from in front of her and skipping away with her half dead flower. Not that I wanted it anyway.

"Awkward," Oliver teases. I glare at him over my shoulder which just makes him laugh.

"Pass me my milkshake, jerk."
"Yes, ma'am," he grins, passing my hardly touched milkshake over. I thank him and take a sip. It had gotten slightly warm because I'd abandoned it for so long. Oliver had already finished his and was laying on the grass just looking at the sky. I decide to join him.

"What you looking at, Oli?" I ask, breaking the silence between us.
"Oli?" He questions, turning his gaze to me.
"Yes, short for Oliver."
"I don't want a pet name, sweetheart," he scoffs.
"Too bad, you get to call me sweetheart so I'm calling you Oli," I grin, looking back at the sky. This seems to have him stumped so I change the subject.

"What are you looking at?" I ask, feeling the weight of his gaze lift off me as he turns back to the sky.
"The clouds," he replies.
"Cute," Oliver turns to glare at me so fast I'm sure his neck clicked. I stifle a laugh and instead point at a random cloud.

"That one looks like a cloud," I joke. Oliver actually cracks a smile at my bad humour before shaking his head.

"It looks like a bull," he comments.
"That does not look like a bull," I laugh.
"It does. And that one looks like a gingerbread man," he says, pointing at a large cloud. I roll my eyes and hum in agreement. We sit in silence for a few minutes, just observing the clouds.

"I don't know your last name," Oliver says out of the blue. I sing Carrie Underwood's 'Last Name' in my head before actually telling him my last name.

"Harper. You?"
"McAlister," he replies. Alexis Mai McAlister, not bad. Wait, what are you doing Alex? I mentally slap myself at my train of thought. I've known the man for just over 12 hours and I'm already doing the last name test. Stupid, stupid, stupid.

"How old are you?" He asks, interrupting my mental ranting. I cringe at his question. We've had sex but don't know each other's last names or age. Real classy.

"17, I'm 18 in a few months," I inform him.
"Hey, what school do you go to?" He asks, changing the subject before I can ask him his age.
"Bailey High, I'm a senior, why?"
"My brother goes there, he's a senior too, you might know him. Carter McAlister?" Of course I know Carter McAlister, everybody does. Bailey High's very own dark, broody bad boy; and the complete opposite of Oliver.

"I know of him, although I can't say I've talked to him," I say. Oliver smiles sadly.

"Yeah, he's... quiet," Oli appears deep in thought for a few seconds before his smile returns full force.

"Well then, 17 year old Alex Harper who goes to Bailey High and is terrible at spotting shapes in clouds, would you like me to escort you back to your car?" I grin.

"Yes, ageless Oliver McAlister, who I know nothing about, I would love for you to escort me to my car," I reply jokingly.

"What are you talking about?" He asks with a snort, directing a raised eyebrow my way.

"You haven't told me your age or what you do," I state, returning his judgy stare and poking my tongue out for good measure, making him laugh.

"I'm 19 and I go to Bailey College if you hadn't already guessed," he says. I nod in reply.
"I had guessed but doesn't hurt to be sure," I say with a shrug. Oliver stands up and offers his hand to help me up. I take it and he pulls me up halfway before letting go and watching me fall back to the floor. He laughs at his silly little prank and I just glare at him.

"Jerk."

A/N:
I'm just popping in to say hi to all my silent readers, and to warn everyone that these milkshake creations are off the top of my head and are most probably not as nice as I've made them out to be. Just a fair warning in case you decide to try them and they're disgusting; which I don't doubt they are.

Anyway, thank you so much for reading my story! You're the best! Please vote and comment if you can, it will make my day! Thanks again! xoxo