The Nerd Has A Boner: Extras

Extra 6.0

Sarah's POV

The sun is up. It warms the cold breeze wafting Oliver's room. I can see the contrast of orange light on the walls compared to the slightly dark room. I feel the cold sheet and flat blanket. No, Oliver. I get up and wipe my eyes.

The soup on the beside is gone. I hear thumping on the stairs outside the door. The door creaks. Oliver has two mugs of tea. One mug with something he gave me the day he was over. The day Jay...

"Morning," His eyes are puffy, and his face pulled in a sleepy grin. His hair is astray. I watch him put down the steaming mugs beside me before leaning to kiss me. I pull back.

"I'm going to brush my-"

"No, not yet," he said quietly, holding me on the bed with his hands on mine. I huff and sit there. His green eyes flutter sleepily. He leans back down, and I let him peck my lips before swiftly moving to get my toothbrush and brush my teeth. I get the weird taste of toothpaste and something else from him. It wouldn't make much difference with his cold. I've been around him.

"Are you feeling sick still? You didn't need to make me tea," I say, getting back in bed.

Oliver moved away to close the window. He's shirtless and in boxers. He has no care for his health. I remember when he told me he drank to forget about the edge of studying. Is it the edge of studying?

I hear the window slam shut. The brightness is gone from Oliver's shutters.

"I'm okay. I'm honestly really hot. Tea seemed fine until I made breakfast," he says gruffly. His voice is still scratchy.

"Did you take some more cold syrup?" I ask, grabbing the mug and immediately feeling the hot warmth thaw my hands.

"Yes, relax," He slipped over the bed and sat against it.

I lift the mug to drink some and put it back on the table. I watch his quiet sitting.

"Are you okay?" I ask. Maybe he feels sick again.

"I was drinking to take the edge off before I left for break," he said.

"Oh."

"I'm still a bit hangover," he told me. That's why he's been acting so sick.

"So, you're not sick?" I ponder. Oliver shook his head and went to grab his mug. He took a sip of it before putting it down.

"Why did you lie?"

"I was honestly fine with lying than telling you I'm drinking again. There's no excuse. Sorry," Oliver said.

"Okay," I said in silence. What else would Oliver lie to me about?

I check my phone from the bedside. I have no messages, and it's too early.

Oliver flops back under the covers with his hands on his bare chest. The blanket hangs off. I lay down with him.

"I was looking up some places I could work. I had to drop the job at the sneaker store." I look at his green, tired eyes. They shift to mine.

My hands slowly grasp his. He takes them and holds them warily. His fingers run over the bracelet. The scars on my hands are faint. Though, I can't bear to see how much weight I've gained. I am a bother. Oliver had to move because of his dad, who assaulted me. He has to find money to move out.

I could ask Papa if he has a job opening.

"I could ask my Dad if they're hiring at his job," I said.

"You don't have to. I don't want to be a charity case," Oliver said immediately. I furrow my brow.

"I wasn't trying to make it seem that way," I glower. Oliver sighs.

"I know."

The window vertebrates the cold wind. I watch the morning sky come up fully. It's warmer with Oliver moving to rest his head near me. I hesitate. His fingers slide up from my hand to my arm.

"Okay," he told me before yawning. I yawned after him. He chuckled against me.

"We need to sleep a little longer," I tell him.

"Mhm," he mumbles.

I could feel his lips on my chest. Oliver kissed there tentatively. The blankets are raised higher by him until I'm smothered.

"Sarah, don't get fed up with me," he told me.

I turn to look at his eyes as his face leans on me.

"I won't," I close my eyes.