No Strings Attached (SUSPENDED)

Chapter 6

I practically felt the blood drain from my face as Carter McAlister glared at me furiously. Oh fuck.

Oliver finally recovered from his laughing fit and helped me up from the pavement. I thanked him with a nod, not trusting my, no doubt, shaky from nerves voice.

"Why are you here?" Oliver asked Carter, sounding genuinely confused.

"I can't tell you that, I haven't found the purpose to life yet, Oliver," Carter rolled his eyes, scoffing.

"Don't be an ass," Oliver practically growled.

"Perhaps I wouldn't be if your little booty call here hadn't knocked the wind out of me,"  He replied sending me an extra glare. Oliver being there must have given me a boost of confidence because my usual quiet persona disappeared for a few seconds and in those few seconds I decided to be sarcastic to the infamous bad boy.

"I tend to have that effect on people," I smirked. Oliver sent me a warning look and Carter's nostrils flared at being talked back to. I smiled sweetly before continuing, trying to lighten the mood. "Oliver would know."

My attempted joke earned me an angered glare from Oliver but actually managed to make Carter smile for a millisecond before his face returned to stone again. Now there were two pairs of  midnight blue eyes  glaring at me, as if one weren't bad enough. I smiled awkwardly before crossing my arms and looking at the floor.

"I'm done talking to you losers," Carter grumbled before taking off in a jog. Oliver shouted over his shoulder, telling Carter to be home for dinner or he'll kick his ass. He then turned back to look at me.

"And don't think I'm done with you, sweetheart!" He grinned, grabbing me around the waist before I have time to get away and hauling me over his shoulder like a damn child. I screamed at the top of my lungs, commanding him to put me down and threatening bodily harm. He just laughed the whole way back to my car while I swore and verbally attacked the poor man. He even had the cheek to slap my ass at one point! Jerk.

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Oliver placed me down on the ground once we got to my car, and as promised, I dug the heel of my foot into his toes as hard as I could and bent his finger back until I was satisfied with his amount of begging and stopped.

"Don't mess with me, McAlister," I narrowed my eyes at him. He just grinned like an idiot, not at all threatened by my menace.

"Yes, ma'am!" He saluted, grinning even wider, showing a crooked tooth on his bottom row. The slight imperfection made me smile softly to myself.

"Oliver, what are we doing?" I asked, leaning against my car with my arms crossed.

"Talking?" He remarked, I sent him a look that said 'I'm serious', and he dropped his fun act, sighing. "I don't know, I like you, Alex, you're amazing and I want to get to know you, even if it's just as friends or more. You're one of those people who I need to be around."

I bit my lip, nervously rolling it between my teeth.

"I guess that could be arranged..."
"Really?"  Oliver's face lit up in a hopeful smile. I couldn't have told him to get lost if I'd wanted to.

"Yes, really. But I have one rule!"
"Anything, my liege," He bowed playfully, looking like a complete idiot.

"No more tickling!"  He erupted into a fit of laughter at my request.

"Wow, Alex, I thought it was going to be a bit more serious than that."
"Tickling is a serious matter, Oliver!"
"Okay, okay!" He surrendered, throwing his arms up, a huge grin still spread across his face.

After that we exchanged numbers and I left.

** Present Time **

I stand outside my front door, staring at it like it's my worst enemy. Why does Madison have to have practise today of all days? I sigh and walk up my pathway. I mean, she wouldn't mind if I waited for her at her place but the girl needs some privacy sometime.

I check the door handle and it clicks open. I try to sneak into my mediocre with ultimate ninja powers but of course the stupid old door creaked open with a loud, cringe worthy screech. I blow out a breath of defeat as I hear my mother calling me from the kitchen. Fucking great.

My mother comes bounding out of the kitchen with a guilty look on her face. Her light blue eyes resemble my own but her hair is styled into dyed red pixie cut. She is super model thin in comparison to my average sized body but just like me, she's a short ass.

"Oh my goodness, Alexa! Look at your face! I'm so sorry! I didn't even realise you were there until it was too late and I'm incredibly sorry, baby!" My mother stumbles. I just watch her, trying to keep any emotion from my face. Her hand reaches out to my face, probably to assess the bruise but I instantly flinch. She retracts her hand and tears fill her eyes.

"I'd never hurt you, Alexa, you know that."
"Really, Mom? Then where did the bruise on my face come from? Because it didn't magically appear!"
"It was an accident, I'm so sorry."
"Sorry isn't going to fix it, Mom. Perhaps if you and dad didn't argue so much then this wouldn't have happened! You're more concerned with proving each other wrong than you are your own daughter." I scream at her, the day's pent up emotions finally coming out.

"We're getting a divorce," she whispers, the silence too loud after my screaming.

"About damn time!" I growl, storming to my bedroom, being sure to stomp my feet the whole way up and slam the door extra loud to make a point. Then I break down into hysterical tears.

A/N:

Sorry for the 3 day wait, I've been busy! And by busy I mean I've been watching One Tree Hill and being lazy.

This one is possibly the longest chapter yet which makes up for the crappy short 5th chapter. I hope you enjoyed it. Please vote, comment and even follow me! Thank you! xo

P.S. This hasn't been edited so if you found any mistakes please don't hesitate to point them out! Thanks!:)