[woo double update]
Willow Clark's P.O.V
"What the fuck do you think you're doing here?", Hamish questioned me. He was fuming.
"What does it look like? I'm with Alan", I have him attitude. Hamish was always getting angry at me for harmless things and it's ridiculous. He does this stuff all the time even when he was my age, and I can't? He is too over protective sometimes.
"You're supposed to be with Alan at the hospital, not with Alan at a pub, underage drinking", his voice is hushed but remains angry as he scowls between me and Alan. I rolled my eyes.
"So? I'm cheering him up! It's not bothering anyone so leave me alone", I told him before turning back to the bar, only for Hamish to spin me back around to face him.
"You're supposed to be on a date with Oliver tonight and may I add, you're grounded!", Hamish rose his voice at me. His words caught me off guard. Since when did he care about me dating? I'm assuming Oliver has charmed my brother now too. I thought Hamish would be completely against me dating someone, let alone be getting angry at me for not.
"Shut up! Since when do you care so much about me dating? Oh, are you and Oliver just such good friends now?", I scoffed, glancing at Oliver, "Why doesn't that surprise me"
Oliver, Alan and Hamish all looked confused, but I understood what I meant. I'm the only one who seems to see it! Oliver is completely blindsiding everyone so they all think he is great. Well, I don't.
I think the alcohol was affecting me a lot now though.
"I'm calling mum and you're going home", Hamish tells me.
"Im in enough trouble because of you as is!", I waved my arms around.
"Because you set yourself up for trouble, you'll thank me one day", Hamish tells me, pulling out his phone.
"If you call her I'll tell them about how you smoke weed in the house all the time!", I threatened him and he scoffed.
"I do it outside now, and you have no proof that I ever did it inside", Hamish rolled his eyes.
"Fine then! Call her! I don't give a fuck!", I exclaimed, waving my arms around.
"I do!", Alan piped up next to me, "I'll take her home and make sure she is all good, no one has to get into trouble", he bargains with my brother who is not impressed. I get why Alan is trying to save the day, he hates it when I'm in trouble because that usually means he gets in trouble. Especially tonight, if mother finds out he was with me, she will tell Alan's parents.
"No way, you're the reason she's in this mess. In fact, you're the reason she is like who she is. She drinks and parties all the time because of you and gets into all sorts of shit, just stay out of it and go home", Hamish yells at Alan. Alan looks absolutely crushed. I don't blame him. He looks at me and I mouth 'I'll call you later' and he nods before getting up and leaving. He is probably going back to the hospital since he promised his mother he would be back.
"You know what, instead of me calling Mum, how about Oliver takes you home and makes sure you're all good, it's the least you can do since you ditched him", Hamish tells me.
"Fuck you", I spat at him before standing up and walking out of the bar. The cold, night air hits me hard and sends shivers across my skin.
I started walking down the street before a voice stops me.
"Wait up!", the British voice sounds behind me.
I stopped and turned to him with my arms across my chest.
"What?", I spat at him. I wasn't in the mood for anyone right now.
"You need a lift home, yeah?", He asks me, stopping infront of me.
"I can walk", I turned on my heel and started my journey home.
"No way am I going to let you walk home alone in the night", Oliver tells me, running up to my side.
"Why do you care! I ditched you, remember?", I told him and he sighed.
"Yeah, but it won't stop me from trying more. I know you don't see it but I really want to become close with you", Oliver tells me as we walk side by side.
"Why don't you just become close with those girls that were back at the bar", I huffed.
Oliver stayed silent so I looked over at him just to see him smirking down at me.
"What?", I huffed again in annoyance, glancing back down to my shoes.
"You were jealous", I could practically hear the cheekiness in his voice.
"No I wasn't. I don't give a rats ass about what you do!", I spoke. Did I? I seemed to. No, I can't.
He's a player I kept reminding myself, he does this all the time.
Oliver's laughter filled my ears and he stopped walking, doubling over in laughter.
"What?", I stopped walking and turned back to face him. A smile tugged at my lips from his laughter. It was contagious.
Oliver didn't answer me, he kept laughing, hugging his stomach.
"Whaattt?", I questioned him again, grabbing his shoulders and shaking him. My smile grew bigger the more I saw his. I couldn't help it. I could feel my anger dissolving quickly.
Oliver finally sobered up and straightened himself up, giving me an amused look, "Rats ass? Really?", He spoke to me before the smile grew on his face again and he let out a few more chuckles.
I took my hands off his shoulders and started walking down the pathway, leaving him. He caught up to me and his laughing was barely audible.
"Stop laughing!", I shoved him playfully, chuckling a little myself.
"I'm sorry, it's just a ridiculous term", he looked down, shaking his head playfully.
"It's a great term", I replied playfully as we continued to walk side by side.
"A great term for a great girl", he spoke and I instantly burst into laughter.
This time I had to stop in my tracks to double over in laughter and Oliver waited infront of me.
"Too cheesy?", He asked me, a smile was in his lips as he watched me laugh.
I nodded and wiped a year from user my eye dramatically, "Very cheesy"
Oliver chuckles again and we started walking side by side again. This was the side of Oliver I liked, kind of. Honestly, I don't really know. I think it's just when he is being cheesy and charming it just doesn't work for me. But I like the silly, goofy side.
Our laughing died down and we continued walking through the night, past all the houses. A comfortable silence filled the air and we gazed up at the stars as we walked. I looked over at him to take in his appearance. He looked good, like really good. Is this what he was going to wear on our date tonight? He really tried to do himself up for me. It made me feel kind of special.
"I'm sorry for blowing you off", I spoke. Maybe that will finally get rid of the small amount of guilt I had.
"Trust me, when you blow me off you won't be apologising", I heard him mumble. My head snapped to face him and his cocky smirk sat high on his face.
"You're disgusting", I rolled my eyes at him. Just like that, Oliver ruins the moment. Thank god we were finally in my street because I didn't want to be around him anymore.
"But you still find yourself drawn to me", he speaks, his hands thrown into his pockets. The annoying thing is that he is right.
"Why are you doing this?", I question him.
"What do you mean, love?", he asks me, playing stupid.
"Trying to make me like you so much", I roll my eyes at him.
"Because I like you", he tells me like it was no big deal.
"You don't like me, you like the thought of me. That's what guys like you are like, you think you like a girl, you chase her until she likes you, once you get her in bed you realise she is exactly the same as the rest and you leave her for another one", I tell him, speaking my mind. At this point I was kind of spaced out. But my house was only a house or two away.
Oliver didn't say anything, until I got to my front door.
"You're right", he tells me.
I turn to face him and he is looking at me, no emotion was clear in his eyes, it was all kind of mixed.
I didn't know what to say so I stayed quiet.
"But I don't have to sleep with you to know you aren't the same as the rest", he tells me, his eyes piercing into mine.
"But that's still what you want. You want to sleep with me, then leave. Just because I'm different, doesn't change what you want", I tell him.
"What if I want to get to know you", he steps closer to me.
"I'd say you're lying", I take a step back.
"It's true", he takes another step forward.
"I'm not letting you get what you want, Oliver, give it up", I roll my eyes, taking another step back so my back hit the door.
Oliver just gazed into my eyes, stepping forward again before smiling.
"Green, but hazel in light", he whispered, just audible for me to hear. I could even feel the heat of his breath on my face. The proximity of our bodies was close but I didn't think about it. I knew it was wrong. My brain was telling me it was so so wrong, but I still didn't stop it.
"What?", I questioned him, confusion was clear on my face.
"You're eyes. I wanted to know what colour they were. In the light, they are hazel, but in the dark, like right now, they are green", he tells me, his eyes not leaving mine. I felt his thumb glide along my cheekbone as his fingers cupped my face. It felt weird. Like a good weird.
I notice his eyes flicker down to my lips and back up to me. My heart started beating faster in my chest and his touch on my face made me feel nervous.
"I'll give you an option", Oli breathes out, swallowing. It seems like he is really trying to control himself. His face moves down, and closer to mine. Our foreheads where nearly touching and I swear you could hear my heart beating.
"If you tell me to stop, you have to take me on a date", he tells me, "Got it?" I nod. Honestly, I didn't really listen to what he was saying. I was too frozen in place to care.
I felt his hands take a firmer hold of my face, though still gentle, and his eyes were focused on my lips, as mine were on his. I could hear his breathing as he lowered his head so his lips met mine.
I didn't know how to kiss, I was bad at it. I hadn't shared many kisses with boys in my lifetime. That explains why I was so nervous. That has to be why I was so nervous. But all the worries and thoughts stopped when his lips hit mine.
Our lips moulded together passionately. Oliver's lips were soft, and warm. He was such a good kisser. It felt incredible. I didn't realise people could kiss this good. Although, now that I think about it he has probably kissed a lot of girls.
I lifted my arms up into his chest and continued to kiss him back, also getting a feel of his muscle under that shirt. He was toned.
Oliver pushed me up against the door more and deepened the kiss. I swear I heard a little moan through the kiss. Did I seriously make him moan? I hardly know what I'm doing here..
My brain finally caught up to speed when I felt him apply pressure on my crotch with his own, and I pushed him back. His eyes opened and he seemed disappointed, but nonetheless went in again for more. I kissed back slightly to push him off again.
"S- stop", I spoke and he pulled back, worry his his eyes.
"What's wrong, love?", he asked me over his heavy breathing. What was right, more like it. He was a player. He wanted to get in my pants and leave. That was it. Why give him that satisfaction?
"I'm not doing this with you", I told him. He looked hurt but shook it off, turning into the cocky guy he usually is.
"I know you think I'm a terrible person", he told me, "And maybe you're right. But everyone else doesn't seem to think so"
Oliver lowered his lips to my ear kissing my head alluringly, "You owe me a date because you said stop. So love, the quicker you get over you're little denial phase and the quicker you realise you want me like I want you, the torture will be over", He whispered in my ear and smirked at me before turning around to leave.
Once again leaving me gobsmacked.
"Oh, but of course Willow", Oliver turns back around to face me, "There's always the option to just let me fuck you're brains out, and I won't tell a soul. But I can't promise that people won't find out from you just screaming my name", Oli winked at me before turning around again and leaving for good.
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