Imperfect match ~ Olum

Chapter 2

Owen Roelofs' Point of View

29th September 2023

TW: Swearwords

"Have you ever thought about killing people? I think it'd suit you to be dead." I said with a laugh. It's not like I mean it literally, but me and Goffin had just sat here for an hour, dissing each other. "Yes, I indeed have thought about killing someone, as soon as you set foot into this house." he said as a comeback. "Fuck. Kill me, I dare you." I said with a grin across my face. "Remove 'kill', and I'd do it without hesitation." he said with a smirk on his face. It took me a good few seconds to process that he had actually just said that. I blushed brightly and looked away. Shit. Did he actually just flirt. I mean, sure, there has been plenty of tension between us, but I had never in my wildest dreams guessed that he would flirt back. I grinned again and looked him up and down. "Alright, then do it." I laughed as I grabbed him by the collar of his shirt. "You don't have the guts." I whispered confidently. He grabbed me by the wrist and raised an eyebrow. "Bet." he said. Before I realised what was happening, I felt our lips get pressed together. I blushed, realising what I might just have gotten myself into. I pulled away roughly and my breath was quick. "Woah woah, woah..." I said, shocked that he was actually about to do it. "Oh? Too scared?" he asked with a laugh. I blushed and looked away in annoyance. "N- no! I just didn't think you would actually do it!" I mumbled with a pout. "I hate you." I said, wrapping my arms around his neck. "I hate you more." he said, once again pressing our lips together. He fell down, and I ended on top of him.

We were not in the same room right now. Things went a bit far, didn't they? We both hate each other, yet we still did all that. I was lying in his bed, and I don't know where he was. I sighed and looked up onto the ceiling. "Fuck." I said out loud to myself. I slowly got up and walked out, putting my shirt back on in the process. Think whatever you like, I'm not telling what we did before. I left the room and walked down the stairs. Callum was lying on the couch. As soon as he saw me he sighed loudly. "Wow, am I that much of a nuisance?" I asked with a irritated expression across my face. "Yeah. Pretty much." he replied, rolling his eyes at me. "Hah! Fuck you." I said, flipping him off. "I bet you'd like that, wouldn't you?" Goffin laughed confidently. I blushed and laughed. "Maybe... what about you? Would you like that?" I asked, continuing to be annoying. He stood up and walked over to me. He grabbed me by the hips and pulled me close. "Your guess." he laughed. I smirked and kissed him. "Bet." I said.