Cupcake & I

24

pov : aira

"How can you still not accept him? He is so sweet. How can you still not love him back? I just don't get it." Samantha asked, holding my shoulders as she shook me back and forth. "How?" She asked again.

"Stop it!" I pulled her away from me and she crossed her arms across her chest. Her eyes narrowed at me as if I was a very peculiar object.

Samantha, Ashton, Oliver and I were all hanging out today in the shopping mall. Samantha was the one who started it, mainly because she needed a boost of, I quote, 'Kaden Juice'. I don't know what the hell that means. Maybe some kind of new milkshake. Currently, both of us were in the female restroom as I spilt all the events that happened to her.

"We have been in here for almost ten minutes you know. We should go." I said, grabbing her wrist as I started pulling her.

"No. You have to tell me the reason why you are not accepting him." Samantha demanded and stood rooted to the ground. I sighed, feeling helpless.

"Samantha. Let's g—"

"No! I'm not coming until you tell me the reason why." Samantha stomped her feet and I pursed my lips.

"I just..." I paused, trying to think of a reason. "I can't. I just can't."

"Why?" Samantha asked, more concerned and genuine now.

"Because I am afraid, I would get hurt," I said and closed my eyes. There was no reply from her and I opened my eyes to look at her again. She looked baffled. It looked like she was controlling the urge not to punch me in the face.

"Aira," Samantha called, holding onto my shoulders as she let out a sigh. She looked serious and I rarely see her that way so it was quite a surprise to me. "Stop being afraid of what could go wrong and think of what could go right."

What she said, struck a chord in me and I relaxed a little. She seemed to relax a little as well. A mischievous smile stretched her lips as she gave me a lop-sided grin. "Besides..." She paused. "All of the best love stories have one thing in common, you have to go against the odds to get there." She winked and I smiled, blushing a little before she dragged us away.

What she said, struck a chord in me and I relaxed a little. She seemed to relax a little as well. A mischievous smile stretched her lips as she gave me a lop-sided grin. "Besides..." She paused. "All of the best love stories have one thing in common, you have to go against the odds to get there." She winked and I smiled, blushing a little before she dragged us away.

Suddenly, two boys popped out of nowhere in front of us. One looked cute and blonde. The other looked dark and dangerous. The blonde one smiled at us and my eyes widened as I looked at Samantha.

What the hell is happening?

"Hello, ladies. Did you both fall from heaven because both of you look like angels?" He winked. He had a British accent. "May I know your beautiful names?"

"That is the lamest pick-up line ever," Samantha said, looking very offended and I smiled at what she said. She pursed her lips before holding her head up high and pulling on my arms. The guys stopped us from moving further away and I tensed a little, feeling annoyed.

"Names?" He asked again, more demanding and Samantha looked like she was about to explode.

"Beyoncè." She said politely and pointed at me, "And this is Madonna." She pushed the stunned guys away as both of us walked away from the scene. I couldn't help but laugh at what she had just said.

"Why can't I be Beyoncè?" I asked, in between my laughter.

"Because only queens are fit to be named Beyoncè." She said proudly.

"Bitch."

"Thank you." She winked and I laughed again.

The sight of Oliver before me made butterflies fly around in my stomach. Every time I look at him, all I can think of is kissing him or hearing those three words echo around in my head. Ashton was holding two cups of slushy in his hands. One red and one blue. I grabbed the red one from him and Samantha grabbed the blue one.

"We were so bored waiting for the both of you. We bought slushy." Ashton explained and I looked at Oliver. He was wearing a red beanie, covering his entire hair and with black shades over his eyes, he looked like a cute teenage boy. His hand automatically circled my stomach and pulled me to his side. I slurped the slushy and he smirked down at me.

"What?" I asked.

"I just had a blue one." He said, showing off his blue tongue to me.

"Mine is red." I held out my tongue towards him.

"Wanna make purple?" He asked and blush made its way up my neck and plastered itself onto my cheeks. He chuckled at my face and I looked away from him, slurping the slushy as my life depended on it.

"Where do you guys want to go now?" Ashton asked and I looked over at Samantha to say something because I had no idea.

"I'm hungry. What about you guys?" She asked me and Oliver. Oliver looked at me and I nodded. My insides warmed at the fact that he let me make decisions for the both of us. "Yeah. We are hungry too." I replied.

"Ok! Let's go to—"

"Ashton!" All of us heard a high-pitched giggle. I groaned, realising who it was and turned around. All of us came face to face with Vanessa and her squad. Why is she always in this mall? Does she own this mall or something?

"Go away." Samantha started shooing her off and I laughed at the way she did it. It seemed like Vanessa hasn't noticed me and Oliver. Her eyes were on Ashton and Samantha. Vanessa ignored Samantha and walked over to Ashton.

"Are you free this Friday Ashton?" Vanessa asked.

"Uh. No. He's fucking expensive." Samantha breathed out, standing protectively in front of Ashton who just looked wide-eyed at everything. I tried to stifle my laughter at his funny expression. "Can you like, not breathe around my boyfriend? I know he is cute, but he is mine." Samantha shouted into Vanessa's face. I felt a hand tugging my wrist and looked up at Oliver.

"I am still waiting for the day that you go all possessive over me. I can't wait." He teased and I bit my lip, thinking of that scenario. I chuckled nonetheless at what he said. Feeling cheeky, I pulled off his shades and wore them. His smirk widened at my action and he reached forward to kiss my forehead. I smiled as he did.

"Ugh!" I heard a stomp and looked up to see Vanessa shooting daggers at me and Oliver. Feeling a little bitchy, I stuck out my red tongue at her and she walked away, cursing under her breath.

"I saw that." Oliver kissed my forehead once again and I melted like a popsicle on the fourth of July.