The Story Of An Anonymous Girl ✔

Chapter 27

OLIVER

"Mia, I need your help down here." I shout out. Noah has been crying non-stop after scarfing down the spaghetti, and I am clueless about soothing anyone other than Mia.

"Coming." She hollers.

After five minutes, I see that she is dressed in one of my black tees and shorts. They reach just a centimetre or two below her ass, and I'd be lying if I said that she didn't look sexy as fuck. Her hair is wet and untied. It's grown longer since the first time I saw her. It reaches her knees now. I have no idea how she manages it.

"Hey, Noah."

"H-hi."

"Were you crying, Noah? Oliver, what happened? Why was he crying?" She asks me.

"Stephanie." I reply, knowing that that name alone would be sufficient for her to understand.

He starts sobbing again as I say her name.

"Ughhhh. I am going to kill that dumbass." She replies in frustration.

"I'll help." I say.

"But first, Noah, you need to have a nice warm bath. You can use one of my bath bombs as well. It should relax you. Okay?"

"O-ok-ay." He replies, between sobs.

"Oliver, give me your car keys. You need to stay with him."

I throw her my car keys and see that as Noah got up from the couch, his knees buckled down.

"Oliver, think you can carry him?" Mia asks me.

"He isn't light as a feather, but I can still try." I try to make light of the situation, but Mia just glares at me as if she would kill me if I said another word.

"C'mon, Noah." I pick him off the couch with a bit of difficulty.

He clings to me like a koala, and I feel like I will have a mental breakdown along with him any second.

I set him down on the bathroom floor to go and retrieve the bath bombs from one of the drawers.

I fill the bathtub with warm water, then drop the bath bomb in it once filled. Unconsciously, my eyes go to the wall hooks. I notice Mia's clothes hanging there, and underneath those were her undergarments. A set of pink lacy underwear, to be specific. I instantly shudder and move my gaze to Noah. At least he isn't self-destructive like last time.

"C'mon, Noah. The bath is ready. I'll help you take your clothes off."

I tug his graphic tee upwards, taking it off in one movement. Unbuttoning his jeans, I yank them down. It brings back a distant memory of another frat party. It was the Friday after Blake was sent away to military school. The last Friday with Mia. It was a very eventful party, to say the least. She was leaving on Sunday morning.

I wrap a towel around his waist and then tug his boxers down. After helping Noah into the bath, the evening plays in my head.

"Mia, get dressed. It's eight already. We need to leave in half an hour. You'll take twenty minutes to get dressed, and it takes ten minutes from your home to the frat house." I said to her. Usually, she'd come with Savannah to the party, but Savannah was at James' place. So, she asked me to pick her up.

"I'll be dressed in two minutes. Just let me finish this episode. Only ten more minutes." Little did I know that she could actually get dressed in two minutes.

"You have seen it at least ten times. I know that for sure."

"So? You cannot get enough of Stefan and Damon Salvatore and Klaus and Elijah Mikaelson."