Illicit Affair ||Pedro Pascal||

I'd Like That

After getting off the phone with Sophie--she said she had a ton of work to do--I lay in bed that night still debating on whether or not I should go out with Oliver. Deep down, I knew I didn't want to get involved with him, at least not in that way. And a part of me wanted to keep myself available for Pedro, although he hadn't spoken to me in two days. I wanted to know what he was doing, if he even thought about me.

I grabbed my phone that was face-down on my nightstand and went to the text conversation between me and Pedro. I sent a casual 'hey', then I looked at the time displayed at the top of the screen. 11:27 pm. I seriously doubted that he was awake, so I was surprised when the 'typing' bubble popped up.

He responded by saying 'hey stranger'. I giggled to myself.

I asked him how filming has been, and he said hectic. I mentioned how I missed Oj, and Pedro responded by saying I needed to go over soon. Then we said goodnight and I fell fast asleep, feeling at ease now that I knew he still wanted me around.

I woke up and looked at my phone, seeing a message from Oliver. He invited me out for drinks that night. He didn't specifically say it was a date, so I agreed to go, hoping that it would be enough to get Sophie off my back about it.

I went back on set like I normally did, filmed a few scenes and relaxed alone in my trailer in between each one. Pedro hadn't been there that day, I guessed his days off contradicted with mine. I got out of work early at 8 and immediately headed straight home to get ready for drinks with Oliver.

I decided on a black corset top, and dressed it down with jeans. A pair of black heels for the shoes, and a light jacket in case the bar was cold on the inside. I didn't want to seem like I was trying too hard, especially since I didn't see this as a real date. I hoped that Oliver didn't either.

We had agreed on meeting there beforehand, so I walked out to my car in the parking garage and made my way to 'Yours Sincerely'; it was supposedly one of the most popular bars in the city. Once I found a place to park, I headed inside and saw Oliver waiting by the door. We gave each other a friendly hug and sat down at a table for two in the back, away from all the noise so we could actually hear what the other was saying.

The conversation flowed perfectly, once again. He was so easy to talk to, I felt like I'd known him for years. It reminded me of how Chloe and I were. I couldn't help but wonder if Oliver felt the same, or if he thought this was more, because I certainly didn't.

Unfortunately that question was answered after we had a couple drinks and some food, and decided to call it a night. We were standing outside of the bar, there weren't a lot of people around us since it was a little past midnight. "I had a really good time with you, Oliver." I smiled.

"So did I." He said. Then, the unthinkable happened, he started to lean in slowly towards me. I didn't lean in back, but I didn't pull away. I don't know why I decided to let him kiss me. But when he did, I felt nothing. He looked at me, and I could tell by the look on his face--indifference-- that he didn't feel anything either. "That...didn't feel like how I expected it to."

I covered my eyes with my hands in embarrassment. "I'm sorry." I apologized. "I think you're great, I really do. It's just- there's someone else."

"Thank you for telling me." Oliver sighed. It wasn't a sigh of frustration, but a sigh of relief. "I figured as much."

I took a step towards him and grabbed his hand. "I would love to be friends...if you still want to."

His smile was sincere as he gently squeezed my hand. "I'd like that." He walked me to my car, and told me to have a good night.

I was glad he was understanding, and that he still wanted to be in my life. I genuinely enjoyed being around Oliver. He just gets me, somehow only knowing me for such a short time, and I was thankful for this little friendship we had started. Even if his intentions were different at the beginning, and even if I only indulged in it out of spite.

I woke up at 8 in the morning to the sound of my alarm. My bed was particularly warm today, so cozy I dreaded the thought of getting out of it. Another day of filming was ahead of me, hopefully I would get out early again. After minutes of thoughtlessly laying there, I finally got up to take a quick shower. I did my skincare, brushed my teeth, and put on some clothes.

I poured myself a bowl of cereal and sat at the dining table, looking out the window as I ate. Realizing I hadn't gone on social media in a while, I decided to scroll through Instagram just to see what was happening in the pop culture world. That's when I noticed I had been tagged in hundreds of photos, all of me and Oliver outside the bar the night before, kissing and holding hands. My heart dropped, those pictures were taken way out of context. I frantically dialed up Sophie's number, she picked up on the second ring. "Hello?"

"Tell me you've seen the pictures going around."

"I have, I'm glad you had a good night!" She said happily.

"No no! It wasn't like that, I don't want to go out with Oliver, he's just a friend!" I babbled.

Sophie scoffed. "Friends don't kiss each other."

"You can clearly neither of us were into the kiss. I told him I wanted to just be friends."

"Look, I think this is a good thing. Did you notice how many more followers this kid has now because he was seen with you?"

I began to grow frustrated. "That doesn't matter to me, I'm not with him!"

"Why are you so worried about it?" She asked.

The words almost came out of my mouth, that I didn't want a certain someone to see those pictures. Of course, I couldn't tell her that, because then she'd ask me a million questions and god knows what else she'd say to me. "I just...I'm not with him. And I don't like people thinking that I am..."

"If it bothers you that much, just wait it out. Eventually everyone will be talking about something else." She advised.

I took a deep breath. "Okay."

My stomach still twisted, even after Sophie's attempt at calming my nerves. I hoped that Pedro didn't see the photos.