Oliver’s POV
I went home that night and by then word had spread that Melissa was my mate. My mom, Lucinda, was freaking out asking all these questions that I had no idea how to answer. “What is her full name? Does she like Chicken? Is she really pretty?” Luckily for me, Amanda answered them. I found out that her full name is Melissa Anne Miller and she likes chicken. Also that she doesn’t care about outer beauty. She believes all beauty comes from within a person’s soul. However, mom was concerned that I hadn’t answered even one of her questions. “Well is you kissed her, then why aren’t you a couple?” My mom’s brown eyes glared accusingly in my direction. Amanda, yet again, answered for me.
“Well, he said and I quote ‘I did it just to piss them off’ you know Chrissy and her friends. Anyway, he also said ‘that’s just gross’.” My mother was silent for a moment. She then stood up and dumped a glass of water on my head.
“My life has been empty since your father died and you just spit on a gift so precious. You don’t deserve her in any shape or form if this is how you are going to act!” The older woman stormed out.
“You know,” Amanda stated. “…Melissa was crying in the girl’s bathroom after you called her gross. I think you should really apologize. And maybe stat getting to know her a little bit.” She finished and left me to think. The thought that I had cause Melissa pain was unbearable. But the idea that worried me more was how completely I loved and belonged to that perfect human. I did not mind in the slightest.
The Next Day
I saw Melissa in history and was about to apologize when the teacher started the lecture of how some country invaded another. I tried yet again during lunch, but she managed to stay surrounded by new friends. I liked that everyone was comfortable around her, but I wanted to be alone with her. My world took my want as more of a desire want and ….well….I had a little or rather big problem. Finally I had cornered her after school and demanded she listen to me. “I can’t… I have things to do!” She insisted. I was adamant she hear what I have to say. I got down on my knees. “What are you…” I held up a hand to silence her. I grabbed her hands, looked into her eyes and spoke very clearly so she would understand.
“I am sorry. Yesterday I …I was embarrassed so I said something mean. The truth is you are not gross, in fact, you are beautiful. I would like to go out with you. Would you? Please?” I continue to gaze into her perfect hazel eyes. She smiles.
“Only if you stand up. I can’t respect a man who begs and if I can’t respect you than I can’t date you. I stand up and bend down to kiss her. This kiss was nothing like the first. Melissa was suddenly curious and adventurous with her lips and tongue. We pull apart.
“So that’s a yes?” I say. She laughs, nods her head, and kisses me again.
