48 Days of Hell

Chapter 7

My heart was beating faster and faster, I could feel the beat of it all around my body from the inside, it felt as if it was a train and wanted to pop out of my chest; which is pretty possible right at this point.

What to say, what to say; I thought to myself.

Oliver's eyes were kept on me and were full of concern and anxiety, like the long silence is killing him slowly. What can I say though? ''Hey, that's cool, but I don't love you, can you drive me back home?'' that wouldn't be fair on him. It does take guts to tell someone you love them, and I really don't want to agitate him, I really don't.

So what do I do?

Lie.

My eyes were on his and my lips curved into a genial smile, I coughed just incase my voice would sound a little... too high and spoke. ''I do too''

His eyes widened with disbelief. ''R-really? Are you serious Gemma? Please don't tell me it's another joke of yours..'' he said with clear nervouses in his tone

I nodded my head. ''Yes, I do, really'' I said and felt my guts munch up. 

Well done Gemma, you really fucked up this time.

Seems like a little lie, but that little lie can change everything. When I say everything, I mean everything.

Oliver grinned at me like he never was happier before then wrapped his arms around me and pulled me into a hug. It felt good hugging him, I felt safe in his arms.

Oliver's reason for hugging me was obviously happiness and possibly a relief that I ''love'' him too; but I wasn't hugging him for the same reason. My reason was more of a ''I'm sorry for lying to you, I actually don't love you'', but it's too late to say that out loud now. Way too late.

He slowly pulled away then grabbed my face and kissed me passionately. His soft lips met my lips again. Our lips were in pure harmony. I felt the tip of his tongue licking my bottom lip, asking for permission to enter my mouth. I opened my mouth more letting his tongue into my mouth. His tongue was rubbing the inside of my cheeks. I pulled away gasping for some air then stared into his eyes and giving him a fake smile. Oliver pressed his forehead to mine and breathed heavily onto my face. A low giggle escaped my mouth and before I realised it, Oliver kissed me again, and again, and again.

***

Four hours later we started to pack up and walk back to Oliver's car. On the way home it wasn't like before, we weren't sitting in silence, it was the complete opposite of silence now. We told each other some lame pick up lines like ''You come here often?'' then laughed at how pathetic they are. We talked about how terrible the media is these days, talking about the music we should listen to, how we should look and ect. 

As we arrived at my house, Oliver opened the car door for me, like a gentleman would do for any woman. We stood there by his car, my back against the car and Oliver's body pressed to mine, and we just smiled at each other.

''It was amazing today'' he said, still smiling at me.

''I know. And oh boy, you're an amazing kisser'' I replied and my lips curved into a small smirk

''So are you Miss.Gemma, so are you'' he answered and leaned in till his soft lips touched my lips once again. Compared to our last kiss, this one was soft, but long, and extremely enjoyable.

Two minutes later, was exactly when we got interrupted by my brother.

Oh Jeremy, how I love you for saving my life.

''Yo, kids, stop or you'll eat each other's faces'' I heard Jeremy call. He was standing by our front door with his hands across his chest and a smirk plastered on his face.

Oliver coughed awkwardly and turned to look at Jeremy, then looked at me. Oliver's cheeks were filling up with a light shade of embarrassment and gave me a petite smile. I smiled back then stood up and gave him a kiss on the cheek before I walked away. ''Bye, see you sometime soon'' I said as I walked in Jeremy's direction and waved at him.

''Bye, Gemma'' he said softly then waved back and crawled into his car. Both, Jeremy and I watched him drive away and then looked at each other. I sighed as if I survived a war then walked inside and ran up the stairs to my room. Jeremy of course followed me.

''Heeyyy, how was your date?'' he asked when he entered my room and sat on my bed

''Shit'' I answered and sat next to him

''Didn't look like it few minutes ago'' he said and sounded a little puzzled

''He loves me, okay. I don't, I just like-like him'' I said to him and sighed 

He nodded as if he understood the situation and looked at me. ''And you didn't tell him did you?'' he asked

I shook my head and looked back at him. ''I didn't want to make him feel awkward and stuff...'' I replied to his question

Jeremy was rubbing his chin; he was thinking. Jeremy always rubs his chin when he's in deep thoughts. He was thinking for about five minutes before he spoke again. ''You need to tell him the truth as soon as possible, or both of you will be hurt. You, because you're not telling him and having to fake feelings for him, and him, because if he finds out later, he'll feel like a piece of shit'' 

As much as I hated this, Jeremy was right. I need to tell him. ''You're right''

''I know. I'm always right'' he said with a smirk on his face and wrapped his arm around me

I pushed him playfully and laughed a bit. ''Oh shut up''

''Nahh. Anyway, I'll leave you alone to think about it more'' he said then stood up, walked down the stairs and left me all alone.

I laid on my bed, my arm aross my eyes, taking away my vision and groaned.

I had two options:

1. Tell him, and make everything awkward between us, and possibly stop hanging around.

2. Pretend to love him, and make him happy.