The Story Of An Anonymous Girl ✔

Chapter 18

MIA

"So, what were you going to say earlier?" I ask him.

"Uh, I was going to tell you that I am going to ask the teachers for all the assignments for the year. I just wanted to invite you to come to my place and study. What were you going to say?" He replies and asks.

I know he is lying. He is a horrible, lousy liar. Whenever he is lying, his lips are downturned, and he starts to rub the back of his neck. Doesn't matter, I guess. He'll tell me whatever it is when he wants me to know.

"I was wondering if you would like to go down to the stream for camping. Considering that we have only four lessons in Math tomorrow." I just want to go there to relive the memory of the first time we went there. I am about to go into a daze, but he starts speaking.

"You wanna skip school? Woah, you really-" I interrupt him, saying, "Mr Miller has already excused us till the end of this semester, dumbass." 

"Oh yeah. I completely forgot about that. Sure, I'd like that." He answers in response.

"Okay. Let's go to the track right now for the tryouts. Then basketball court. Then we go to the cafeteria for lunch. After that, we are free till the last lesson when we have English. So we can go to the teachers for the assignments in the meantime. Then to your place for getting the stuff you need for camping. Then we go to my place to get the stuff I need."

"Okay, ma'am." I hate it when he calls me that. Sure, I'm kind of control freaky and like to plan things out, but that doesn't make me older than him.

"Ugh. I hate that word so much." 

"Well, I love it."

"Okay. Let's go to the track field now. I am excited about it."

"Yeah. You are oozing confidence, Mia." He says smirking, and giving me the 'I told you' look.

"I know that, Oliver. Wipe that damn smirk off your face, or I'll do it myself." I reply, hitting him below his collarbone.

"Ow, that hurt, Thompson." He says, pretending to be hurt.

"That's the reason I hit you. You should get payback for all those times you hit me while teaching me kickboxing." I reply.

"Well, I taught you kickboxing for self-defence, Thompson, not for you to hit your best friend square on the chest." I hate that word. I want to ask him out, but I am scared of rejection. If he does reject me, I will lose him as a friend as well. Even if we decide to stay friends, things are going to get unquestionably awkward. I am 100000 per cent sure that I do not want that to happen.

"I am sorry. Forgive me, baby." Holy shit. I absolutely don't think before I speak.

"I am not your baby. You are not forgiven until you promise to make me your red velvet cookies." Thank heavens that he didn't dwell too much on it.

"Fine. I promise to make you your favourite red velvet cookies when we get home. I think there is some dough already in the refrigerator." I say since I made a batch last week for him and some dough was left. He loves red velvet cookies.

"Now you are forgiven!" He exclaims, grinning ear to ear like a kid in a candy store.

If anyone told me last year that Oliver Benjamin Anderson, the brooding, mysterious, scary guy, will be grinning ear to ear in Year 10 over a bunch of cookies, I would have just laughed it off or looked at the person like he had just grown ten heads momentarily.

He looks adorable when he grins. He looks sexy as hell also. Ugh. Mia, you need to cease to have these thoughts. He is never ever going to see you as more than a friend.