Chapter 16

OLIVER

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I rolled to the other side of the bed, letting out a bored sigh.

Weekends tended to be very boring for me if I wasn’t reading a new book or doomscrolling through Social Media. And I couldn’t do either.

Why? Because I was too busy mulling over the bathroom incident. It had happened barely a week ago and I couldn’t stop thinking about what had transpired. And it was a lot.

I couldn’t get Lionel’s disgusting smile out of my head. My body could still remember his hands. My hips shuddered. I couldn’t believe I messed around with that guy. I definitely didn’t know he was that psychopathic.

And on top of this, I hadn’t told anyone about this. Absolutely anyone. Even Casey and Rick did not know because a) It was too big of a scenario to process fully. I wasn’t ready to tell them.

And b) because both were in their own way psychopathic too. My mind did not trust what they would do with the information. Lionel’s body could be on the news, found floating in the nearby River or something.

My mind flashed back to the incident once more; Lionel’s hands inches from my groin before the door opened. With a ragged breath escaping me, I wondered what would have happened if Jude hadn’t walked in.

A searing warmth ran through my cheeks.

Noooo. Dammit Oliver. You weren’t supposed to think about him. You keep thinking about him…

My dumb mind flashed to how he punched Lionel’s face. Back then, I was horrified but now I’d pay money to see it again.

And how he hadn’t refuted Lionel’s claims that we were doing the boombayah. Regularly. What the hell was that about? It was so unlike him. Now Lionel had probably spread that about us, even though the thought of me and Jude even remotely near each other sent shivers of disgust through me.

Although a part of me (someone shoot me in the face) found it appealing.

I am so ashamed to admit that. I haven’t stop thinking about him from the night we did the dare and now after the bathroom incident, I couldn’t remove the image of him cramped up against me, his shirt riding up slightly, giving me a hint of his toned physique.

I was salivating.

I groaned in frustration. I knew he was good-looking(evidenced by how much the female gender was hounding at his feet) but I hadn’t realized how attractive he was until that bathroom incident with his hazel eyes looking down on me. He looked like a god.

And it looked like he was going to kiss me but at the very last second, he stopped. I must have hallucinated that. Jude is straight. He doesn’t like guys. I dont have a chance.

Plus I disliked him. And he disliked me.

But did he though, a rouge part of my mind interjected, Why did he save you from Lionel? And why did he drag you into a stall when he heard his friends were coming?

Did he do that to save himself or to shield you from their insults

Probably the former. He didn’t want to be caught alone with me. Otherwise he’d be called gay.

Another thing that bothered me was the picture he claimed he took of me and Lionel when he entered the bathroom. Although I didn’t see a flash, a sharp dagger of worry and anxiety pierced me. What if he did have it? And sent it to everyone in school. I couldn’t handle that. Knowing Jude, he probably would.

Still, I couldn’t shake the thought that I wanted him to kiss me in the stall. This guy has cast such a huge spell on me. I’d had 3 wet dreams. And they all involved him.

What is happening? I gripped my hair in frustration.

Suddenly, a notification on my phone popped up. Rick had just posted a pic of himself on his Instagram story. He was sitting on a patch of grass I recognised as our school’s soccer grounds, holding a football in his hands, his hair completely disheveled and his body and football outfit completely drenched in dirt and sweat. His mouth betrayed a small smirk.

In another world, I might have fallen for him but Rick was never my type. I never considered us emotionally compatible romancewise. Physicalwise maybe but he was a little too bulky for my liking.

And he wasnt alone in the pic. Guess who else was in it? I just knew the universe wasnt letting me go easy.

On the right side of the picture, Rick had wrapped his arm around his brother. Jude had worn a simple white Tee that highlighted his dark chocolate skin and black shorts that almost reached his knees showing off his muscled lean legs. Unlike his brother, he had a complete poker face that betrayed no hint of an emotion.

I have never found Jude attractive despite many calling him goodlooking but in that instance my body temperature spiked. In my eighteen years of living on planet Earth, there is noone I wanted to see naked more than ever in that moment than Judah Adams.

Rick had tagged his instagram account on the pic and my stalking skills emerged from the depths of darkness and got to work. He had to have a shirtless pic of him somewhere…

To my absolute dismay, his instagram lacked any pictures apart from ones where he won track athlete awards. And in all pictures he had worn substantial clothing.

A loud groan escaped my lips. Who knew he could be this private about his life?

Suddenly, a bolt of commonsense jutted through me. I only stalked people I found extremely attractive. Why was I stalking Judah? I hated him.

Before I could process the horror that I was indeed stalking Judah Adams, my phone began to ring. It was Rick.

I picked it up. “Hello?”

“Hey Ollie. You free now? Gotta favor to ask you.”

“What’s up…”

“Uh…” he cleared his throat, “My pants got ripped and I need a new pair and you’re the only person who can help me choose a nice looking durable one.”

“What? Why don’t you call Casey or Vanessa? They know more about fashion and material than I do.”

“Casey isn’t picking up his damn phone and Vanessa is out on a girls date so she turned off her phone.”

I rubbed my temples. “Why can’t you do it? You’re not a child, Rick. And why do you need another pair of pants. You’ve got plenty-“

“Actually i don’t. I’ve been ripping my pants everytime i practice thinking i got more… until today when I realised i didn’t.”

I released a heavy sigh as I tried to process the enormity of me getting out on a saturday afternoon. I mean I knew I was bored but at the same time I didn’t want to leave my bed. This was so annoying.

“Please Ollie,” Rick said, his voice growing softer and desperate, “Can you come?”

“I don’t know…”

“Pwetty please…”

“Its going to take more than that and you know it.”

“I’ll buy you the latest book instalment on the High born series.”

I sat up straight. “No way.”

The High Born series was a romance book series centred on a prince having a forbidden love with a lowly peasant. The second book had just finished on a cliff hanger months ago and the third book had just been published.

The only reason I hadn’t bought it was because i was too lazy to go get it plus i was short on cash right now.

Omg. Omg. Omg….

I gripped my phone tigher, trying to curb my pure excitement. “It’s a deal.”

“Great.” Rick said. I tried to ignore his smug tone as he spoke, “Meet me at Rockwater mall. I’ll be there in 20 minutes.”