Distraction

Chapter 1

"I'm not happy anymore, Olivia.." I flinched at the sound of my name. I know it's just my name but it pains to hear from the boy you loved for four years. He normally calls me baby or cute nicknames but right now, he's calling me by my name...

"No.. we'll make it work I swear. Just give me the chance. Please.." I know I sound desperate.. I am. I can't lose him especially not when it's finals week. I can't deal with the stress. No. I was willing to do anything to keep him even if it means throwing my pride away. I love him.

"I don't know, liv.. I ca-" I cut him off even before he finish his sentence. I can't. I can't deal with it now. Not ever.

I kissed him hard. Hungry and craving for more. Part of me knows this might be my last time kissing him. I need to feel it, memorize his lips on me. I caught him off guard, he hesitated kissing back but he started cupping my cheeks like he always used to. Good. He likes it. At least I don't feel like I'm just forcing myself on him.

BZZZZ BZZZZ

I jumped from the sound of my rightone and vibration of my phone. I suddenly realize my Sam Smith playlist blasting from my speakers. Damn I zoned out with this speaker in full blast?

Fuck.

I snapped back to reality. I unconsciously wiped a tear I did not realize was there. I keep going back to the time my boyfriend.. ex-boyfriend.. no I don't know what we are to be honest. He still calls me when he feels like doing it.. And no, I don't think I'm his booty call because he still say I love you to me while we're doing it. I can see it in his eyes that he still do. So no! I'm not his booty call even if my best friend, Katy thinks I am.

I jumped out of my bed to grab my phone at my desk to see Katy calling me. That's weird she just left our apartment. Why is she calling??

"bitch get your own car!! or at least put back the keys in my bag. I'm coming up again." She's right.. I need to put back her keys next time. There's no point in getting a car when I'm migrating in next year anyways. My mom got a job offer in San Francisco and we planned to settle down there after college but for now, she lives there alone. And I live in New York. Who needs a car here?

I removed my hair towel then brushed my hair. I was about to remove my towel covering my still-wet naked body when I heard aggressive knocks on the door. Geez that walk from the parking lot to 20th floor was fast.

"It's open Katy!!" I shout from my room, looking through my closet but the knock got louder and harder.

"Damn are you really that mad???" I swung the door open.

I froze at what I'm looking at. I lived here for 2 years but I've never seen his face. I mean, with that face, he will never go unnoticed. His green eyes scanned my body from head to toe and I've never felt more red and naked in my entire life. He smirked at me placing his right arm on the wall to lean closer. My hand immediately grabbed the knot in my towel to make sure I'm still covered. I feel like he can see through me.

"Um.. hey? What do you need?" I stuttered. Fuck. I hope he doesn't think that he had that effect on me. But he's still smirking and leaned in even closer.

"Well, kitty, hate to break it to you but you're not the only tenant in this floor. I'd appreciate, actually, the whole 20th floor would appreciate it if you tone down your speakers. Especially that playlist is killing my eardrums." He touched his ear like he was really hurt.

Kitty???? ohh.. it might be from the hello kitty print on my towel. It was a towel I got from my stepdad when he went to Japan. I liked it cause it was pink and has a minimal hello kitty print even tho I don't like hello kitty. It's just a famous character in Japan I guess.