His Best Friends Brother bxb

Chapter 6

Ashton's POV

It's been a few weeks now and Tyler hasn't done anything worse than throw paper at me for a while so I've been able to heal and become bruiseless pretty quickly. My side is mostly healed while my face is fully healed. Now there's a fading yellowish mark where the purple bruise was on my side.

Sandy has been sitting with Mercy and I at lunch and we've been getting to know her. Despite her being really shy, she's also really funny and kind. She actually cares about what she likes and the people she knows. Well, some of the people she knows. I doubt she's head over heels for Tyler considering we've all mutually agreed that he sucks.

I haven't been able to get Oliver out of my head though. Whatever I'm doing, he just slithers his stupid face into my thoughts. I can't help but picture him and how relaxed he normally is, then how angry and defensive he got when Tyler beat me up, and then the fact that I cried on his shoulder pops up. It was pathetic and he was probably counting the seconds until I stopped.

But he seemed so ready to just let me stay there forever.

What!? What am I thinking?! He probably wished I never showed up in that condition.

"Uugh! Why do I care?" I accidentally say it out loud as I sit up in my bed, hiding my face in my hands. I put headphones in and play music, moving to my desk to draw. Trying to keep my mind from wandering to the boy, I start sketching random little things. It doesn't help though.

Time flies and by the time I've listened to my whole playlist I have a page and a half of small doodles of fantasy creatures and random symbols. I play some video games for the rest of the day, heading to bed when I feel tired enough to sleep.

The next morning I quickly turn my alarm off and get ready for school. Eating a quick breakfast before leaving food for Mom and making sure the house isn't trashed. I head out once I've assured everything is good here, grabbing my jacket on the way out since the weather's getting colder now.

"You're gonna be stuck with this nut case after school today," Mercy says as I get in the car, Oliver starting to pull away from my house.

"What are you doing?" I ask out of curiosity. Why does being alone with Oliver again make me nervous?

"She has to go out of town with Dad so she can get to her doctor's appointment," Oliver has a smug smirk, most likely happy to have a night without Mercy being up at all hours of the night playing games.

"Shut up. Dad wants me to see an eye doctor at one of the places he's been for work because he thinks I need glasses," she rolls her eyes as she turns to look at me.

"You do," Oliver and I both tell her.

"I do not!"

"You can barely read a paper that's a foot in front of you without squinting and bringing it closer," Oliver rolls his eyes at his sister.

"Whatever. At least I don't have to worry about you interrupting my alone time anymore," Mercy crosses her arms.

"And I can sleep without your gaming at three in the morning," Oliver counters. "Maybe that's why your eyes are so bad."

The two bicker for the rest of the car ride, even as we walk through the halls until we all have to separate to get to class. The day goes by pretty fast, Mercy leaves just after lunch so when the final bell rings I make my way to the car by myself. Oliver stands in front of the car, leaning against the hood until he sees me and gets in.

"Tyler mess with you today?" He asks as we get into the vehicle, buckling myself in.

"Only the usual, why?" He starts pulling out of the school parking lot, getting behind one of the cars trying to get out as well.