The Story Of An Anonymous Girl ✔

Chapter 51

TW: Mature Themes in this chapter.

OLIVER

I call Alex to ask him to call Noah tomorrow.

He accepts the call on the first ring and says, "Hey, Oliver. How are you, bro?"

I answer, "I'm good. How's uni?" unable to hide the giddiness in my voice.

He replies, "Same old, same old. What's up?"

"Noah came home yesterday." I respond, causing him to gasp audibly.

"He did?" He asks, astonished.

"Yeah, crying." I state.

He yells out through the phone, "That stupid ass bitch! I am going to kill her."

"No, Alex. Noah already broke up with her." I assert.

"That is something he should have done months ago." He replies.

"I know, Alex, but you don't know the whole of it. Talk to him tomorrow, okay?" I ask as some cars honk ahead of me. This is the exact reason I love Miami. The city never sleeps.

"Yeah, I will. Where are you? I can hear some cars honking in the background." He questions.

"I am returning home."

"Where did you go? You dropped Noah off?"

"No." I reply in monosyllables because I will tell him everything without Alex asking, which I don't want to.

"Oliver, I can hear your giddiness through the phone. What are you not telling me?" He inquests.

I squeak out, "Mia and I went on a date."

"She asked you out?" He asks, astonishment evident in his tone.

"I was the one to ask her out, dickhead." I reply, a bit angry and stung.

"You are lying, Anderson." He declares.

"I am not. You can call Mia and ask her for yourself." I snarl out through the phone.

"Okay. I believe you. I am proud of you, Oliver." He says, and I inhale deeply to calm myself and reply, "Good."

"So, how was the date?" He inquires.

"Even though I don't have anything to compare it to, it felt like the best date ever." I reply.

"Obviously, cause you love her, and she loves you." He states indifferently.

I gasp and question, "How do you know that?"

"Anyone who has eyes knows that." He states.

"Alex, you are the first person to say that." I reply.

"Yeah, but everyone knew it. Savannah, James, Devin, Noah, hell, even Madison knew it."

"What the fuck!? Madison knew it too? When did you talk to her?" I shout out.

"Calm down, Oliver. It was sometime in January." He replies.

"What were you doing?" I ask.

"I don't remember. I was at the frat house, and we talked."

"Okayyy. I do remember the party now. You and Devin weren't talking, and he had come down to Miami. I had hit him, and then you and I had gotten into a fight the next day. But what did you and Madison talk about?" I reply.

"Random stuff, Oliver."

"I can't imagine you speaking to Madison. Didn't you hate her? Are you guys friends now?"