He moves closer. "I think I'm gonna shoot my shot now"
I spin around to face him, suddenly mad. "Fine. Go shoot your fucking shot."
He steps a step closer grinning his annoying stupid smirk. "I will."
"Good. I'll get out of your way then" I say stepping out of his way and start towards the door.
I don't get very far, because I am shoved right back against the wall.
What the fuck?
"No, I think you can stay in my way."
I furrow my brows, my back pressed firmly against the wall.
"What?"
Oliver steps forwards again, getting in my space. "I'm trying to shoot my shot..."
"Yeah well a good start would be shooting ur shot with the person you actually like", I sneer.
He grits his teeth. "You can't be civil for one second, can you Beau?"
I grin, proud that I made the man of stone composure and calmness mad. It is truly an accomplishment.
"I don't know Fowler? Have you drank enough to work up the confidence to shoot your shot, or you still too nervous?" I taunt. I know I am being a dick but I can't help it, Oliver gets on my nerves.
His jaw rolls. "Yes, I have", he grunts. "But you're making it very difficult."
I arch an eyebrow, "If I recall correctly, you're the one who stopped me. You can go perform your declaration of affection to whoever you like any time," I wave my arm in front of me, "go ahead, I'd love some entertainment."
He chuckles, but it's humourless. "Alright then, how should I go about it? What would be the most entertaining way to go about it for you?" He questions leaning closer his voice is several octaves lower.
I try to ignore how good he smells and grin, happy he is playing along. I am so going to have some fun with this.
"Well... You gotta go big or go home ya know. So make it public, make it extravagant. But firstly ya got to make him jealous, maybe go kiss a chic and make sure they are looking. If they look jealous, then Bingo- go ahead with the plan. Next get onto the table, the centre of everyone's attention. Do a shotgun, for extra confidence of course." I say smirking, flicking him a wink.
"Then do a little party trick, something fun, something that shows them you can be smooth. And last but not least, finish off with being face to face with the guy. If he licks his lips when you talk to him then that is a good sign. Give him a big smooch, then you got the guy golden boy" I say, a big grin on my face.
There is no way Oliver would ever do that, It crosses too many of his lines. Kissing randos, drinking, and party trick.
Oliver is not the type of guy to kiss random people he barely knows, he is fussy, and he doesn't go around swapping silva with people—it is just not his jam. Oliver isn't a big drinker, that is why me being a dick I said do a shotgun. While he might be drinking a little that is a lot more than he normally would do, he has probably never done a shotgun before. And the party trick, the kid rarely even dances at parties, there is no way he would have a party trick.
Hence there is NO WAY Oliver Fowler is going to do that.
He just wouldn't.
He nods, his expression stoic and not giving anything away. Then the fucker leaves. He spins on his heels and leaves me in the kitchen shocked and still leaning against the wall.
Is he...
No. No way.
He would never... Right?
I walk back into the lounge because I am curious, there is no fucking way golden boy would do that.
He is easy to spot because he is so fucking tall, he is nearly a head taller than everyone else. I can see a few girls surrounding him already, their eyes undressing him.
He is already the centre of attention and he just got there.
Oliver's eyes are focused on the blonde chic who is running her hands slowly up his chest and biting her lip in a flirty way. She is wearing a short red dress that leaves little to the imagination. She looks very into Oliver. Most of the girls do, but he seems to focus his attention on her. She is pretty, she is hot. But she has nothing on golden boy.
He raises his head, looking back at the doorway entry where I am standing. His eyes are dark, challenging, and determined. Keeping his eyes on me the whole time he leans forwards and kisses her.
The guy actually kisses her! My jaw slacks.
I have never seen him kiss anyone- (well except for me).
It isn't PG either, my stomach rolls creating an uncomfortable feeling in my body. The girl looks to be enjoying this thoroughly, pressing her body as close as she can get to his. I want to divert my eyes, but I don't. I want to pull her off of him, but I don't. Instead, I stand there, motionless, watching like a sucker.
He opens his eyes and they connect with me and then fucker winks at me. He winks.
Cocky son of a bitch.
He breaks away from her and I am glad. She is not good enough for him. She is not perfect like him, he should be with someone perfect like him.
He doesn't stop there, he jumps up onto the table gaining hoots and cheers from the crowd. He already has everyone's attention from kissing that girl, the envious looks from other girls, and surprised looks of guys. People eye the girl, probably wondering what is so special about her that Oliver Fowler, the guy who doesn't kiss anyone kissed her.
I mentally scold myself, I was too busy watching them kiss I didn't see who he looked at.
Who he has a crush on...
He smirks, relaxed and confident. Pfff and to think the guy wanted more confidence- this must be one hell of a person he has a crush on if they make him nervous. He grabs a drink from the table and holds it horizontally poking a hole in it with his thumb. The crowd is whistling and yelling in encouragement. The girl he just kissed is right beside the table cheering for him making me roll my eyes.
The swim team is going wild for him too. The boys and Dany are hooting and the girls cheering. Tasha is shooting red dress girl glares and Sophie looks to be sulking.
Oliver lifts the drink to his lips and drinks, his eyes fixated on me.
Think he starts to drink. His Adam's apple bobs as he drinks. Some of the alcohol escapes the drink and runs down his throat and I can't help but watch it trail down his tan skin.
I lean against the wall behind me, needing some stability.
I am impressed and vexed simultaneously. I can't believe he is doing this... and what for? For my entertainment? Because of the challenge? I think it is because he is like me, he doesn't back down.
The crowd roars when he finishes. He grins, a proud look in his eyes when they connect back to mine. He gets to the ground and people instantly make room for him, cheering for him like he is fucking famous.
He runs a hand through his hair then he gracefully does a semi-handstand with onto a keg, and begins to drink while two guys hold his legs up. The party people lose it, hooting and yelling. The cheering is so loud I can't hear myself think. All I can do is watch him, his biceps flex and adam apple bop.
I never knew that it could be so... sexual.
When he gets back up people are quick to surround him cheering, wanting to touch and capture some of him, especially the girl he kissed before. I scowl.
My tipsy self suddenly feels very sober, because I know what he is going to do now. And while he kissed that girl before that didn't mean anything. But this guy, this coming kiss, that will mean something to him. And for some weird reason, the idea of that doesn't make me feel too great.
I think that it is time for me to leave. I run a hand through my hair trying to find my way out of this stupid party. People keep on banging into me shouldering into me, trying to get into the room where Oliver and the cheering is.