I've been avoiding Oliver for over a month now. Bash has started to notice and started and failing at making conversation with me. It's always about how he's doing in his classes, what he's eaten. It's about him. him him. I honestly wish that I would've stuck around to Oliver at school at least for appearances because Bash just could not catch a hint.
He's walking me to class, which he invited upon himself when I stop him.
"Stop bothering me, I've indulged your stalker behavior for the last week because I'm not a dick, but this last month has been shitty and I don't have it in me to pretend to care about what you ate, or if you passed or failed a test. Small talk doesn't suit you and you know I hate especially when it doesn't lead towards anything." It's a bold faced lie that I'm glad I'm able to pull off based on how red Bash's face is. I've had small talk a lot with Oliver, I don't mind it, it's comforting sometimes to just talk about the little things. I just don't want to have small talk with Bash.
He stalks away without but not before muttering a 'bitch', and I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding. I turn around to walk inside when I see Oliver. Drilling a hole in Bash's back. I can't say our predicament isn't my fault, it is. I miss him so very much but I can't tolerate lies. A lie by omission is still a lie in my book. He notices me staring and pulls his eyes towards me. His beautiful blue eyes. He's walking up to me when I walk right inside the classroom.
I know I'll have to walk to him at one point, I'm just scared. I want to tell him that he broke my trust and I'm not sure how to move forward with him anymore, but I can't bring it in me to get the courage to end whatever it is between us. I'm not one for games, and he isn't either. If I tell him it' done, he'll leave me be, but I'm not sure if I even want me and him to be done yet.
It's selfish to keep him on a leash like this, but I'm not mentally prepared for this. I'm not sure I'll ever be, but I know for sure that treating him like this isn't right. I pull out my phone and test him.
"Let's talk tonight?" The reply is immediate. "Yes, I'll come over?" Him coming over means I can kick him out whenever so I say "Yes. Come whenever you're free." "I'm coming at 10."
Shit, he has night practice tonight. I feel like a dick for forgetting, but he already agreeing and no point in rescheduling now.
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The Night We Met
RomanceOliver Hunterson has known that River Nixion was a special girl the night he laid eyes on her at 17. What happens when Oliver remember her but River doesn't?
