Behind the mask

Chapter 11

My eyes widened as big as it could get and I'm sure it could pop out of its socket right now. I did the first thing that came to my mind.

I shrieked, but not loud enough to hear downstair. Oliver laughed, finding the whole thing ridiculous.

"Bella told me I could come in," He said.

Oh, Bella. You got yourself into a big mess.

I am so gonna kill her.

"Is the word 'knock' in your vocabulary?" I replied dryly.
"I didn't think you would be asleep..." I rolled my eyes at his excuse as he stood up from leaning and walked to one of my beanbags.
"Make yourself at home, won't you?" I mumbled sarcastically, "Why are you here?" I asked, getting straight to the point.
"I just... I want to talk to a friend, you know?" He scratches his head. He looks nervous... Oliver Chase looks nervous!

And... so we're friends, huh? Remind me, when did that happens again?

"Ok. You can wait here or downstair, whichever you're more comfortable with... I'm gonna get ready," I pointed to my bathroom and scurried to get my clothes to change and hop into my warm, relaxing shower.

I completely forgot that I had been crying and sobbing over their kiss but his presence here, in my room, somehow made me feel a whole lot better.

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After letting the water flow down my body, I decided I had enough of this warm, relaxing moment. I stepped out, water dribbling down from my hair down to my toe. I grabbed my towel and shivered beneath it.
After drying myself, I realized I forgot to take my underwear with me.

I walked out, little droplets of water that hung onto my hair fell onto the wooden floor of my bedroom as I scurried to my wardrobe from my en-suite.

"Nice outfit," A masculine voice complimented her.
She shrieked again, nearly dropping her towel but luckily she didn't.
Oliver laughed, "You keep screaming today."
I felt my cheeks turned red and went to get my undies.
"Forgot your underwear? Now I know where to look for them," he snickered.
My cheeks felt hotter -if that was even possible- then scurried like a mouse back to her en-suite.

I breathed out a sigh of relief before applying lotion to my skin that was moist from the shower. I slipped on my underwear then my outfit, before unlocking the door to find Oliver looking at my bookshelf. Where I kept most of her records.

Shit. Victoria would kill me of Oliver finds out. But... he would know the truth.

"Oh, you're finished," Oliver said, turning around when he heard me close the door.
"Yeah. So what do you want to talk about?" I asked, sitting down on my pink beanbag.
"I don't know..." Oliver thought for a moment, "I think... you know about the play coming up?"
What? What play? I never saw any posters around... or maybe I wasn't paying attention.
"I never heard or saw of it... maybe I was just seeing around the school, not actually looking," I replied.
Oliver smiled, "I think I heard that phrase before... anyway, I thought you could audition for the main part. I'm gonna ask Stella too. I think she has a chance of getting it... but I think you would too."
"Are you auditioning too?" I asked, curious, ignoring the Stella bit.
"Yeah. Are you going to?" Oliver asked, walking up to my black beanbag and sitting on it. I just realised he was leaning against my bookshelf the whole time.
"I'll think about it," I said.