Hours later, Olympia woke up with a start, her body covered in a sheen of sweat. Dreams of the almost-kiss and the conflicting emotions surrounding it had left her feeling tangled and confused.
She glanced at the clock—it was a little after 2 AM. She knew sleep wouldn't come anytime soon, her mind too wound up to rest.
Making a impulsive decision, she threw on some clothes and quietly made her way outside to her car
The night air was cool and crisp as Olympia sat down in the driver's seat of her car, her hands gripping the steering wheel tightly.
She wasn't sure what had driven her to get up and leave, but some part of her felt like she had to do something, anything to escape the thoughts that plagued her mind.
The streetlights outside cast a harsh glare on her face as she drove, her destination still unclear.
The streets were empty, save for the occasional passing vehicle or lone person walking their dog.
As Olympia drove, her mind remained a whirlwind of thoughts, her emotions bouncing between anger, confusion, and... arousal.
The memory of Ares' body against hers haunted her, the feel of his lips on her skin lingering like a phantom touch. She shouldn't want this, shouldn't yearn for him, but she couldn't deny the fire that had been lit within her.
She needed to do something, anything, to stop thinking about him.
Olympia clenched her jaw, a mix of frustration and desire warring inside her.
Her mind was clouded by thoughts of him—his cocky smile, his intense gaze, the way he could turn her on with just a look.
She wanted to hate him, to push him out of her mind, but the draw of him was like a magnet, strong and undeniable.
She needed an outlet, some way to burn off this restless energy, to channel all the pent-up emotions boiling inside her.
With a frustrated cry, Olympia slammed her hand against the steering wheel. It wasn't fair—these feelings, this need, it was driving her crazy.
She needed to forget about him, to find some distraction, anything to get her mind off the infuriating, infuriating boy who was consuming her thoughts.
And yet, at the same time, she longed for him, for the way he made her feel alive in a way she never had before. It was a torturous cycle of wanting to push him away and wanting more of him at the same time.
As she drove, Olympia repeated the mantra in her head like a mantra—"I hate him, I hate him, I hate him."
He was everything she detested: arrogant, obnoxious, and completely full of himself.
The memories of their almost-kiss and the way her body had responded to his touch were just a fleeting moment of weakness, nothing more. She was stronger than this, she wouldn't let him have this hold over her.
After a few minutes of repeating the mantra in her head, Olympia's breathing slowly began to regulate, her thoughts becoming less frenzied.
She forced herself to focus on the road in front of her, taking deep breaths and letting the cool night air soothe her frayed nerves. The anger and frustration were still there, but they were less overwhelming now, her mind able to clear a little.
She was still far from being calm, but she had managed to rein in her chaotic emotions, at least for now.
Once she felt more composed, Olympia redirected her car toward her home, the journey back taking on a sense of monotony in the early hours of the morning.
As she pulled into her driveway and shut off the engine, a wave of exhaustion hit her suddenly. All the emotions and thoughts of the night had taken their toll, leaving her feeling drained.
Shaking her head as if to shake away the remnants of the night, she headed inside, collapsing onto her bed and letting sleep quickly claim her.
The next morning, Olympia woke up feeling more rested but no less conflicted.
She went through her morning routine on autopilot, her mind still grappling with last night's revelations and the mixed feelings that came with them.
By the time she finished dressing and grabbed her backpack, it was time to go to school.
As she drove to school, her hands tightened on the steering wheel, her heart rate quickening at the thought of potentially running into Ares.
As she walked through the school halls, Olympia kept a sharp eye out for any sight of Ares. She had made up her mind—if she did see him, she would turn on her heel and walk the other way.
No more confrontations, no more almost-kisses, no more letting him get under her skin. She had to cut him out of her life, for her own sanity.
But even as she thought this, a small, traitorous part of her was secretly hoping to run into him...
As if on cue, Olympia turned a corner and there he was, standing by his locker, laughing with his friends.
She felt her heart skip a beat, her entire body tensing in anticipation. But she remained strong, reminding herself of her resolve to avoid him at all costs.
Without falter, she spun on her heel and started walking fast in the opposite direction, increasing her pace until she was nearly full-on sprinting down the hallway.
As Olympia hurried down the hallway, she could hear footsteps behind her, the sound growing louder and closer with each step.
A quick glance over her shoulder confirmed her suspicions—Ares was indeed following her, a determined look on his face.
He finally caught up to her, panting slightly as he grabbed her arm and spun her around to face him.
"Stop avoiding me," he said, a pleading tone in his voice. "That kiss was just a lapse of judgment. It didn't mean anything."
She felt her resolve weaken as she looked into his eyes, her heart betraying her as it skipped a beat at the sight of him. But she wouldn't give in, not again.
With a scoff, she snapped back, "Of course it didn't, you absolute asshole. I'm avoiding you because I don't need a mosquito in my ear, so BUZZ OFF."
He looked momentarily taken aback at her harsh words, but he quickly recovered, his annoyance returning.
"Damn, harsh words from you," he said, a hint of sarcasm in his tone. "Don't pretend you didn't feel something during that kiss."
She clenched her jaw, his words stirring up a mix of anger and frustration within her.
"Feel what? The urge to throw up?" she shot back, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Trust me, that kiss was more like swallowing poison than tasting sweet honey, so spare me the nonsense."
He smirked, clearly undeterred by her harsh words. "Well, maybe we should run it back and see," he suggested coyly, his gaze drifting to her lips.
The anger and frustration within her boiled over, her defenses slipping for just a moment. Ignoring all reason, she grabbed him by the collar and pulled him closer, pressing a rough, bruising kiss against his lips.
She pulled away for a brief moment, panting slightly, her eyes narrowing as she challenged him. "See? I felt nothing. Now get out of my face," she repeated firmly, her breath coming out in ragged puffs.
Her heart still hammering in her chest from the kiss and the aftermath, Olympia pushed past him and strode towards her best friend Kalopi. She was reeling from the brief but intense moment, the anger and lust still swirling within her veins.
As she reached Kalopi, Olympia let out a frustrated sigh, all traces of the brief moment of weakness now gone. She was angry... at herself for giving in, at him for being so infuriating.
"I hate him," she muttered to Kalopi, her voice edged with irritation. "He's nothing but a stupid playboy. I need to get him out of my head."
Kalopi's eyes lit up with intrigued as Olympia vented her frustrations.
"Spill!!" she exclaimed, clearly invested in the drama unfolding.
Olympia took a deep breath, gathering her thoughts as a hint of redness rose on her cheeks. How she could she describe that moment?
"I... I kissed him," she finally confessed, her voice dropping to a whisper. "But it was so confusing, like a mix of anger and... something else. And now I just can't stop thinking about it, and I hate that I can't get him out of my head."
Kalopi's eyes widened further, her mouth dropping open slightly in shock.
"No-way!" she gasped, the excitement obvious in her voice. "You actually kissed him?! How was it? Come on, give me all the details."
Olympia groaned, burying her face in her hands.
"It was, you know, good..." she admitted reluctantly, her voice muffled. "His lips were soft, and the kiss was intense. But then I just pushed him away and tried to deny it, and it's just a mess in my head right now. I don't know what to think or feel."
A/N thats it i feel like im falling asleep
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Hatred
Romance"I hate you," she hissed, her voice low and venomous. "I can't stand you. You're arrogant, rude and insufferable." He smirked, leaning closer to her, his body pressed against hers. "And yet, you can't seem to keep your hands off me."
