The Story Of An Anonymous Girl ✔

Chapter 36

MIA

"Amelia Grace Thompson, wake up, or I'll pour a bucket full of ice on your head." I hear Noah shouting in my ears.

I groan and say, "I don't have school. Why do I need to wake up?" The pillow muffles my voice a bit.

"Because you need to bake red velvet cookies for Oliver and custard pie for me. Then you have to get a new dress for your date and get ready for the date." I can literally hear him grinning.

"How do you know about the date?" I ask, opening my eyes and rolling over to my side to face him.

"I might have gotten it out of Oliver by irritating him to the core." He replies, smirking proudly.

"Okay. Anyways, I have the dough prepared for the cookies, and the custard pie only takes only an hour to make. I don't take hours to get ready, Noah, and I already have so many dresses." I say.

"C'mon, I'll pay for the dress."

That gets my attention promptly.

"Okay." I say, getting up instantly with a smile that reaches my eyes. I would never deny free clothing. No matter how many clothes I have.

"Let's go downstairs. Oliver has made bacon and scrambled eggs for breakfast."

"I'll be down in a minute. You go ahead. What's the time?"

"A little after ten."

I slip out of the duvet and go to the guest bathroom to settle my hair a bit.

As I brush the tangles out of my hair, yesterday's kiss replays in my mind. It makes me feel giddy and ecstatic. I am clueless about how I got the courage to straddle Oliver and ask, 'What if I want to kiss you too, Oliver?' It was as if I had no control over my body. Aaron and I kissed only a handful of times during our six-month relationship but, it was never so hot, intense and passionate, and there was no tongue.

Most of my actions yesterday were involuntary. My brain just remembered all the kissing scenes I had read and seen and enacted them out. Thank God I had eaten cheesy pasta and not onions.

The way he gripped my ass and the way his tongue moved and licked all of my mouth. I feel the colour and heat rising to my cheeks. Shaking my head, I take a hair tie out of the cupboard and tie my hair in a low ponytail. I brush my teeth, and I wash my face with warm water and some Neutrogena cleanser. Oliver always keeps two bottles for me. Once I am done, I remove the hair tie from my hair and let it sit on my wrist, letting my hair down.

As I step out of the guest bathroom, I see Oliver exiting his room, shirtless, and moving towards the stairs. He looks so handsome. My gaze moves from his steel-like hard, and well-defined chest to his abdominal muscles - which look like they had been carved to perfection by God himself. And then his - stop staring, Mia!

"Good morning!" He says.

I don't reply and just stalk towards him like a predator eyeing his prey. I smash my lips against him kiss him like a starved person eating a delicious meal. Both of us tug at each other's hair to make the other gasp or moan, but no one does. I bite his lower lip, and he moans into my lips, giving me the perfect opportunity to slip my tongue into his. Our tongues battled for dominance, but mine wins. I pin him against the wall and kiss him once again, infusing all my passion in it. He responds without hesitating with the same amount of enthusiasm. We are so engrossed in making out that we don't notice Noah coming up.

Clearing his throat, Noah says, "Guys, I hate to break the tonsil hockey match between you two, but seeing my brother make out is gross. Especially since he's never got girls home." I still wonder why. I know that he hasn't hooked up with anyone since the first time we talked. Savannah told me that she only ever saw him in school once or twice or at his kickboxing tournaments. When I asked him about it, he just waved it off, saying that he wanted to focus on studies and kickboxing. It makes a lot more sense now. He wanted me all along.

Oliver only grunts in response. I peck his lips one last time and whisper into Oliver's ear, "Now it's a good morning."

"I was about to get you breakfast in bed." Oliver says as Noah walks downstairs.

"We can still do that. I could lock Noah up in the guest room."

"Good idea." He says, walking downstairs, and interlaces his fingers with mine.

"Whatever you are planning, stop. You guys can suck each other's faces after I leave this evening." Noah says as we reach the kitchen counter.

"Why are you leaving?" I ask. He is still heartbroken. I can see it on his face, no matter how hard he tries to conceal it with his big ass grin or sarcastic comments.

"I have classes, Mia." He replies.

"You and I both know that even if you skip your classes, you would still get A's on all your papers. Also, didn't you write half of your papers during the summer vacation while Oliver and I were doing our assignments?"

"I did. But I want to get some more papers done before the end of this semester. I have been pretty lucky with the number of manuscripts I've received from the publishing house."

"Noah, I've asked you to quit so many times. You already have enough credits. You need to focus on your sophomore year, Noah. Money is not a problem, and you know it." Oliver says sternly.

"Oliver, you know that it is the only thing that's keeping me sane right now. I am going to break up with Steph for good this time. Then, I'll throw myself into all the papers and manuscripts." He replies, his eyes glistening.

"Okay. Mia, eat your breakfast." Oliver says softly this time.

"Yes, you need to bake the custard pie for me before I leave." Noah says teasingly.

I groan and say, "You two are perpetually ravenous monsters."

"Can't help it when you are baking, Mia." Oliver replied playfully.

"Ugh. Let me have breakfast. Then, we can go to my place, and I'll bake red velvet cookies for you and custard pie for Noah."

"Okay." Oliver and Noah said in unison, grinning like kids in a candy store.

I finish eating the bacon and scrambled eggs and go to have a shower after tying my hair up in a bun.

As I enter the shower and turn it on, I wonder how long have Noah and Oliver been awake. They had a shower, and Noah was all packed up for university. Noah is leaving in the evening, so that gives me enough time to prepare the custard pie for him. And get his advice on what to wear for the date. He has great taste in clothes. Even better than Savannah.

I turn the shower off and squirt some body wash on my loofah, and rub it on my body until I am satisfied with the lather. Once I am done scrubbing, I turn the shower back on and let the suds wash away.

I get out of the shower wiping myself with one of the towels under the sink. I wrap the towel around myself and walk into the guest bedroom. I take out a pair of black jean shorts and a pink tee along with a set of white lacy underwear from the closet.

I get dressed quickly and return downstairs once I brush my hair down again. I see Noah and Oliver discussing something about reserving a place, but they stop talking as soon as they see me.

"Let's go to your place?" Oliver asks.

"Yeah."

"I forgot to tell you. I put your phone on charge this morning." Oliver says, handing me my phone.

"Shit. I left my backpack at Roberto's. Wait. How did you get my phone?"

"Leo brought your backpack with him upstairs while carrying you. He even brought it home when he brought you home. I only noticed it this morning. I texted him and asked him about it. Don't you remember him bringing it?" Oliver says while gesturing towards the small couch.

"No, I don't. I guess we were just busy with my ankles hurting." I reply.

"Yeah. Maybe." He replies.

"Let's go." I say, picking up my backpack from the smaller couch.

Oliver locks the house, and we get into his car once he unlocks it. The drive to my house is short.

I reach my house and see that the biometric lock doesn't ask for my fingerprint. How are my parents home right now? They should be at the office. Weird. I ignore it and ring the bell. What I see next horrifies me.