Love Me Like You Used To (sequel to HOM)

Chapter 5

After my mother leaves the hospital I can't help but wait in anticipation for Oliver to arrive.

He visits me everyday, and although it's only been like three days, I've become accustomed to it.

But, today Oliver doesn't come.

I have no clue why. Is it weird that I miss him even though I saw him the day before?

Ugh.

I wish I had my phone. I assume I have his number, and if I can't see him in person, it'd be nice to text or call him.

Being in a hospital is boring. There's nothing to do, and no one to talk to, unless you count nurses and doctors. But you can't hold a real conversation with them anyway.

The day passes on way too slow for my liking. By the time it's nine o clock at night, I'm exhausted.

Ever since I woke up, I've been completely exhausted, no matter how much sleep I get.

When I close my eyes, I fall into a deep slumber within minutes.

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We're standing in the hallways of school, located right beside my locker.

"You look cute." Oliver comments, gazing me up and down.

If anything, he looks cute. Then again, when does he not look hot as hell?

I blush as his eyes scan over my body. "How do I look cute? I'm only wearing a hoodie and jeans."

"Yes, but you're wearing my hoodie. It makes you look tiny."

I glare at him, though there's no malice behind it. "I'm not cute nor tiny. I am manly and tough, excuse you."

What a lie. Everyone knows I'm the farthest thing from tough or manly.

Oliver laughs.

Before I know what's going on, Oliver's arms are wrapping around me, and I'm going up, up, up. Next thing I know I'm lifted up into the air, and Oliver is holding me bridal style.

I blush a crimson red at the close proximity between us. I ignore the weird looks fellow classmates are giving us, and squirm in Oliver's hold.

"Let me go." I whine, struggling to free myself form his grasp.

Though, if I'm being honest, I don't really mind being held by him. It's nice.

Oliver smirks devilishly at me. "Still not tiny?"

"Nope." I say, refusing to give up.

"Really?" Oliver asks.

Then, all of sudden I've been thrown over his shoulder, and everything is upside down.

"Let me down." I complain once again.

I slap his ass to enforce my point. (That's a lie. I totally just wanted to touch his ass.)

Oliver laughs. "That wasn't a good idea."

"Why not?"

"Because right now, you're completely defenseless. Which means I can do this "

Oliver pinches my ass.

"Ow! Let me goooo!"

"Never."

"Fine! Fine, I'm tiny." I admit with shame.

Oliver lets me down.

I glare at him. "You asshole."