ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 11: ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴏᴛɪᴄᴇ ᴘʟᴀɴ

78 2 4
                                    

"Ollie, are you a virgin?" I spit out uncontrollably

Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.

"Ollie, are you a virgin?" I spit out uncontrollably.

Suddenly his hand flies to my mouth and the other to the back of my head, covering it, and backing me up into a tree.

"Avalon, can you be any louder?" He stresses.

"Oh relax, no body's around." I respond, talking through his hand and sticking my tongue out while his face contorts into a grossed out expression. He removes his hand and wipes it off on his pants.

"Okay but mother nature doesn't have to hear all about it either, Avalon." He says frustrated.

It's not until he looks at me in my eyes that I register our position. One of his hands is at the back of my head while I'm pushed against a hard tree. With his body so close to mine, any next move I make would lead our bodies to be touching completely. A shiver is sent down my spine and I can tell he's just now realizing the same as I when his eyes go wide and he removes his hand, stepping about three feet away from me.

He continues his walk, "Why is it such a big deal anyways? Are you really that surprised?" He asks with his hands in his pockets and head down. I quickly catch up to him, matching our footsteps, "Well, a little. I just-" I huff, "I guess I didn't think someone who looks like...you know?" He turns to look at me, giving me a confused glare.

"Like what, Avalon?" Oliver questions in a rather dramatic tone.

"Like..."

Fuck. What am I even trying to say?

I mean yeah, Ollie's an okay looking guy. He's tall, has amazing curly-ish hair, has the most beautiful golden eyes God could have provided, and has perfectly shaped rosey lips with an immaculate jawline and cheekbones but, I mean he's alright.

"Mhm." Oliver coughs, snapping me out of my translucent thoughts. "You were saying?" He pushes one more time.

"You know like...you." I say looking down with embarrassment beginning to flood my face. Where the fuck did all of my confidence go? Put a pair of pretty eyes and a sharp jawline in front of me and I manage to lose all my dignity.

"And what exactly is 'like me'." he asks one last time. Shit, does he think I'm insulting him?

My neck snaps to him , "You're really fucking hot, Oliver, damn!" I yell, losing all of my composure and bursting out like a maniac.

His face twists from a soft and almost hurt expression to a small and contained smirk. We're still walking side by side and I swear my legs are about to give out now. His eyes connect with mine before he puts his head down and shakes it with a growing smile plastered on his face.

Starry EyedWhere stories live. Discover now