The Veracity About Hope

Chapter Nine

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Chapter Nine

"What happened yesterday?" He said as he looked at me with sadness.

"We just went for a ride." I told him as I adjusted the strap of my sling bag on my shoulder.

Damn. This bag is very heavy. Ugh.

Just as I was about to curse out loud, my bag was lifted off of my shoulder. I looked at him, and he was now carrying my bag with ease. I muttered my thanks as he continued walking beside me.

"Well that didn't look like it was just a 'ride' when I saw you and him get out of the car, holding hands." He said the last two words with a pained expression. I got guilty for some reason. I don't know. Maybe it was just the fact that he went all the way here just to be with me, even if it was out of sympathy. I just looked at him with wide eyes, I can't even utter a sound.

"Are you guys together?" He asked with a tinge of desperation in his voice.

"H-how did you see us?" I stuttered, ignoring his question.

"Are you guys together?" He said again, his voice is stern as his grip on my bag tightened.

Were Adam and I together? Well he didn't ask me... So that doesn't make us a couple. And I didn't want to push him into a serious relationship with me that fast.

"No." He inhaled as if he was holding his breath this whole time.

"Good. That's a relief." He smiled as he continued walking, leaving me behind. What did he mean it was good? And why was it a relief for him? Wait. No. I won't make any assumptions. Maybe it was just good because he's trying to protect me or something.

'Nope. He likes you, Cecille.' My subconscious is really fucking with me, I thought as I groaned mentally.

"Get your lazy ass walking, Cecille." Oliver shouted, breaking me from my thoughts.

"Do you walk that fast?" I huffed as I slowly jogged towards him.

"No, you're just that slow." He teased, flicking my forehead.

"What was that for?" I gasped, rubbing my forehead. "And I am not slow."

"Prove it." He smirked as I looked at him in disbelief.

"Are you challenging me, Oliver Adams?" I really wanted to slap that smirk off of his face. Before he even had the time to react, I started running towards the building of my flat.

"You are impossible." He panted as the bags he was carrying fell to the ground. I moved away from the wall I was leaning on and laughed as I got my bag from the floor.

"You're just a sore loser." I snorted as we entered the main door.

"And you're a cheater." I laughed out loud, elbowing his stomach as he fake groaned in pain.

"Excuse me? I'm a cheater?" I bitterly laughed at how ironic that was. His smile faltered, realizing that we weren't on the same page anymore.

"Cec---"

"Just not now, Oliver." He looked at me with that pained expression again.

"You always avoid it, Cecy! That's why we can never fix this." He rubbed his temples as if he was having a headache.

"I want to fix it," I hissed, trying to keep my voice down. "You don't know how much I want everything to be normal around you again. Or how much I just want to be okay again with everything that's going on." That shut him up but I still continued. "We were close friends, Ollie." He flinched when I used his nickname but didn't speak.