The Mafia King's Nicotine

Chapter 3

Edited

Ollie Jackson.

Vivian's heart leapt into her throat and she kept her head down, trying to get past him by pretending she didn't hear him.

Just keep walking.

"Vivvy." His fingers wrapped around her upper arm making her halt all movements, frozen, "Can we talk?"

"There's nothing to talk about." She whispered, raising her head, trying to be brave, "I'm late for class." But he didn't let go.

"Very late." He teased tugging at her arm, "Come on."

"I don't want to talk to you!" She hissed, yanking her arm from his grasp, finally taking a good look at him.

He had grown up immensely in just the last two years. His dirty blond hair fell into his eyes framing his olive-colored face. He was attractive three years ago and he was even more attractive now. If she didn't know him the way she did, she might have even developed some stupid crush on him. Unfortunately, she did know him and the man he was on the inside was not someone she wanted to be around. He was an arrogant, cocky, bad boy and overall asshole. She honestly couldn't even stand the sight of him anymore.

Being even near him made her almost physically sick.

Yet deep down inside of her, she cared for him, she really did and she wished she didn't.

Ollie's eyes were dark and scary making her cower back slightly, but she remained standing tall, "I don't want to talk to you." She repeated, "Not now, not ever!" She turned around, but once again he stopped her.

"Let me explain!" He pleaded and she wanted to trust him. She wanted to trust him and see him as the boy she once used to be friends with, but that boy was gone, "It's been almost three years, Vivvy."

"Not long enough." She bit her lip, mustering up any courage she found within herself, "YOu should have stayed in Boystown."

Momentarily his grip on her arm tightened then he released her completely, "So that's where they said I went." He thought for a minute, "Who told you that?" He asked, making her nervous.

She swallowed the lump in her throat, "Word gets around. Wasn't that hard to guess either." She glared up at him crossing her arms.

He just stared at her for a moment a frown marring his near-flawless features. It pissed her off that he was so attractive, someone as terrible as him, who ruined her life, shouldn't look so good.

He walked over to the railing looking down the set of wide double stairs that led from the basement all the way to the top floor. She watched his forearms flex as he ripped the wooden banister with crushing force. She should have taken this chance to leave, go to class and get yelled at for being late, instead, being the idiot she was she just stood there and shoved the tip of her thumb into her mouth, nervously tearing the skin with her teeth.

"You of all people shouldn't believe rumors." He practically growled looking back at her over his shoulder, "Still biting your nails I see."

Slowly she pulled her hand away from her mouth, "Yeah, so?"

Ollie just chuckled and shook his head, "So are you going to let me explain?"

Vivian sucked in a deep breath through her teeth and shrugged, "Do I have much of a choice?"

"I've done a lot of bad shit, Vivvy." He began, "Hurting you was one of the worst. I loved you- I still love you and I hurt you."

"Yeah, you were a really shitty friend." She stated, pissed, "I loved you too but we see where that got us."