Fated to Break | ✓

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Rowan

       I really need to find a way to spend more time with Olivia.

We're....friends now but we only have small conversations whenever we see each other on campus.

I've gotten pretty good at hiding my true emotions, especially towards Olivia. My sad self masturbated to the thought of her curvaceous and erotic body in that tiny little bikini. I've jerked off to her before but this time she was in the next room while I was in the shower. It was more intense knowing that. I had to bite my lip to suppress my voice as I came. Now that's all that comes to mind when I see her. So now I regret it.

The chatter rushes in from the coffee shop around me just as my order gets set on the counter. I nod at the barista, "Thank you."

She blushes and turns around quickly, walking to the back and out of sight. Well....okay then.

Another barista walks up to me, laughing lightly, "That's Kenna. She's a sophomore, started working here a month ago." She leans in and lowers her voice to a whisper, "I think she has a crush on you. I don't blame her. Pretty sure everyone finds you attractive one way or another."

My brow twitches with amusement, the deceptively confident girl slowly losing her facade as a blush creeps over her cheeks. I lower my voice as well, "I think you're exaggerating."

Her eyes widen and she shakes her head, "I'm not. E-Even the straightest of men can't deny you're sexy as hell. Look," she whispers, pointing behind me.

I glance back smoothly, seeing three guys sitting at a table, their eyes roaming my body. Well shit. Yeah, they're definitely straight.

I lean forward so the guys can't hear, "They're just jealous, wishing they had a body like mine."

Her eyes evade mine, "As they should be."

I chuckle silently and stand straight up again, the hairs on the back of my neck standing on end. My muscles tense and I turn around towards the door, Olivia walking through the threshold with her phone in hand.

After a moment she looks up, her eyes roaming the cafe until they land on me and her eyebrows lift high. For a second I think I see hesitation cross her features but a soft smile appears so quickly I question if what I thought was right.

She's standing in line so I approach her, "Hey, how's your morning?"

Olivia puts her phone in her pocket, her eyes flicking between me and the menu, "It could be better, that's why I'm here." She laughs and motions to my drink, "What'd you get?"

I look to my cup and chuckle. I forgot that I even had this, "It's a caramel frappechino. I can't do bitter coffee."

I lift it to my lips, taking a sip as I look back at Olivia. Her lips are parted, her brows furrowed in fascination. I swallow, "What? Why're you looking at me like that?"

She shakes her head slowly, "No reason, it's just....are you stalking me?"

I tilt my head and look away like I have to think about it. The obvious answer is no but considering I've had a crush on her for two years I know more about her than she knows about me. No stalking involved. "No, I don't think I am. I was here first if I remember correctly."