It All Started With A Lie

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"Yeah, real picky," he scoffed. 

"At least I don't sleep with every woman I see walking by," I retorted. 

"I thought you're straight?" he smirked. 

I rolled my eyes, "I'm not a walking sex machine like you. I don't sleep with the first guy I see," I said. 

"I don't find that totally convincing," he reasoned. 

"I've been seeing you since pre-school and I don't remember having sex with you," I retorted, "Or are you suddenly the exception?" 

"Your boyfriend's watching," he smiled, looking at me. 

"I can see that, but your girlfriend isn't around," I said, smiling back at him. "There we go," I said when she came up and stood with Justin. "So, what happened to your besties? The other two don't come to these parties?" I asked, brushing his hair out of his eyes, noticing the way it annoyed him when I touched him. I was enjoying this a little too much for my own good. 

"The other two don't have parents who drag them here," he said through gritted teeth. 

"Lucky them," I chuckled. I pulled my hand back and looked at him, "Wow, you really hate me," I said. 

"Can you say the feeling isn't mutual?" he asked, leaning in closer to me, his lips merely inches away from mine. 

I started leaning in before pulling back. I am not going to kiss Ethan Archer just to annoy Justin. "Never," I grinned. "Hmm, Justin's gone," I said, still not moving because I could feel Annabelle's gaze on us. 

"Probably had a boner," he whispered in my ear. I smiled, trying not to laugh. 

You know how when someone you hate says something funny, you try acting like it wasn't funny? Yeah... that. 

"Does that mean she had a lady-boner? Cause I see her walking away too," I said, pulling back and increasing the distance between us. 

"Olivia!" I shot up from the stool as my dad approached us. "You-" he stopped talking when he saw Ethan. 

"Sir, I'm Ethan Archer," Ethan smiled, turning his charm on and shaking my dad's hand. 

"Keith Carrington," my dad smiled, "Nice to meet you." 

"You too," Ethan nodded. 

"Olivia, Mr. Thomas has requested you join the dance. Find a partner. Do you dance, Ethan?" 

I opened my mouth to reason but... "I sure do," he smiled. 

"Very well, come on you two," my dad said, leading us to the floor. Ethan held his arm out and I linked mine with his. 

"Don't put on the act in front of my parents, I don't need them thinking I have a boyfriend," I said. 

"Sorry, I'll just flip him off next time around, hmm?" he asked as we reached the floor and I turned to face him. 

"Olivia!" I turned and saw Mr. Thomas, "I thought you'd be bored by now, maybe you'd enjoy dancing," he smiled. 

"I certainly do, Mr. Thomas, thank you," I beamed at him. He's a nice old man. 

I turned back to Ethan, dropping the smile. "Tell me you don't have two left feet," he said. 

"I don't, but I can't make any promises about my heels not digging into your feet," I replied. 

"Very nice of you," he nodded sarcastically while the music started. It was a simple routine, it's how all posh people dance. Swaying, rolling out, rolling in, spinning, pulling closer. In other words, bullshit. "You don't think your dress is a little long for this?" he asked.