OLIVIA'S P.O.V
I knew this was coming. How can I think that he has a soft side? No he doesn't! He is the exactly the way I thought he is, A Fuckboy! I go back home and sit down with a tub of Belgium chocolate ice-cream and watch Harry Potter and the Order of Phoenix, because I am a potter-head and it is my escape. Why it does always has to be me? My ex-boyfriend is such a dick, and the guy I like now is a fuckboy! Why am I such a stupid dumb head! I knew exactly what kind of person Jacob was but still stayed around him, I let him rip apart every part of my body and I would still place all those parts of me back again in his hands to crumble them more, I know it was my mistake. Now Ryan, I know what kind of human Ryan is, the entire college knows he just messes around and love is something that doesn't even exist for him, how I can think after spending a cozy night with him he would feel something for me. I am just a girl he saved from the side road who was helpless and stayed over because she was a scared chicken. The Jacob situation did not even affect me that much because I've been in worse situations with him than that. What is bugging me is I made a fool out of myself by behaving all mushy with Ryan! I am not that kind of girl who would bend knees in front of a guy whenever he wants me to, I am more of a sixty-nine kind of a girl, where we both play equal roles! So no way in hell I am going to tell Ryan that I like him, I'll suffer but won't open my mouth!
RYAN P.O.V
I come back home from Olivia's house and pass out on the couch. I wake up because of my buzzing phone, it's a reminder of my class. I like to set reminder to my classes because my sleeping schedule is fucked up and I don't usually like to miss my classes. No body doesn't really know that I am this organized, but I am. And there are few things that I like to keep to myself. I get up and get out in the same clothes I've been wearing since forever. I went to my class and sat next to a really hot girl, not because I was attracted to her or maybe. She would look so hot bend exactly over this desk while I make her scream my name, oh boy!
"Hey Ryan." Her voice is irritating, but I don't give a fuck.
"Hey." I smile.
"Remember me?" She asks me as she scoots near me.
"Of course I do." Even if I don't. I take her hand in my hand. Girls love that shit.
"You do?" She is surprised and obviously charmed by my fakeness. Good lord, girls are so dumb!
"Jay's party was bomb, wasn't it?" She said.
Jay? Who jay? "Yeah it was!" I said.
I saw Olivia coming in my direction, even though I want to leave this Barbie doll's hand and rush to hug Olivia, but I decide against it. My emotions sometimes take over my brain but I control them.
"Hey Ryan." I heard her but did not looked at her purposely.
"Ryan?" She tried again.
"Oh hey Olivia, how are you?" I tried to sound as cold as I could.
"Good." One word answer. She is annoyed, I should be polite said the soft Ryan, no! Be cold said the bad Ryan and obviously the bad Ryan won, as usual.
She goes behind to take her seat and I can tell she was annoyed and angry, I am sorry Olivia I say it in my head, but I have to stay away from her, she pulls the good Ryan from where I buried him, and I am not ready to let him out.
After the class is done, she comes to talk to me,
"What happened Ryan?" She is angry, I can see it in her eyes.
"What's wrong?" I try to sound as cold as I could.
"Why are you behaving so damn weird, like nothing happened?" she is trying hard not to scream at me. I am feeling so god damn bad.
"What happened Olivia?" I ask her anyway.
"Last night Ryan, how can you even..??" she is halfway through her sentence, I should leave or else I won't be able to keep up with the cold side for long.
"What about last night? I slept at your place not with you! Don't make a big deal out of it!" This was the last thing I accepted to leave my mouth. I leave the classroom feeling bad as fuck, but this is the right thing for both of us, we are not meant to be together.
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SAVED * WATTYS 2016 *
Romance" He makes my heart race through his words. But sometimes I fear that he is just reciting a script from several trials and errors of his past lovers" - excerpt from a book I will never write. A love story complicated by Friendship. SAVED.