RYAN'S P.O.V
I do nothing the entire day, Joe texted me that there is a party at his frat house. I have no plans for the evening anyway, so I agree on going to the party. Frat parties are my personal favorite to be honest. 1. They are funny because people drink like there is no tomorrow are drunk people are hilarious 2. Hot girls. By 9:30 I reach Joe's Frat house and it is already full with people. I make my way into the crowded hall, I take my drink and go and sit on the couch. I sit with our "group of friends" these are the people I only see on the parties and I don't care to see them anywhere besides parties anyway. They are shittest people ever, they are the once I can't ever trust so I just get drunk with them that's it. We talk about who is hooking up with whom and all about how to have good sex. I am through with 3 glasses of my whiskey I almost stand up to get more when I spot Olivia with Joe. What the fuck is she doing with Joe? Does she even know him? They walk towards us, Olivia is wearing a small tight black dress which is barely covering her body and boobs. She is looking different than usual and I must say she is looking hot. But what the fuck is she doing here??
"Hey Ryan how are you man?" Joe asks me.
As soon as I spot Joe's hand around Olivia's waist I just loose it! I don't even care to answer Joe.
"What are you doing here Olivia?" I ask her in the coolest tone possible.
"Partying" she answers me. It's like I am meeting a completely opposite Olivia. This is not my Olivia!
"I can see that." I am in utter shock. "I can see that." I try to be as calm as possible and take my seat.
Joe leads her to an empty couch which is directly opposite to where I am seating. I don't know why I am so furious about her being here and that to with Joe. I did not expect this at all, how does she know Joe, why is she acting so weird? And is she drunk? Why the fuck am I so worried about her? All these questions remain unanswered in my brain.
"Dare!" Olivia says.
Dare? What dare? Oh god are they planning truth or dare? Olivia has no clue what she has got herself into.
"Make out with Joe like right now." A guy next to me says and shoot him with a death glare. How can he ask her to do that, but I remain silent.
"I don't think so that's a good idea." She is scared and worried I can tell that.
Joe says something to her that I cannot here over the loud music and within a second they are actually making out. They are fucking making out right in front of my eyes. Without giving a second thought I get up from the couch, my one hand holds the collar of Joe's33 jacket and the other connects with his jaw and the next thing I know he is lying helpless on the ground. I hold Olivia's hand and lead her out of the hall.
"Are you out of your fucking mind?" I practically yells at her
"You can't talk to me like that!" she tries to scream at me.
"After all the shit that you were doing out there, well I can talk to you like that!" I am mad at her.
"I can do whatever I want, you slept at my place not with me Ryan" she imitated my words.
I regret saying that, for real.
"Oh okay, wait a second, are you drunk? Oh my god Olivia what is wrong with you? Look at you, you are here in a frat party showing off your body and getting drunk and making out with a boy you just met?" I softened my voice. Because I know there is no use of yelling at her, she is drunk and I don't want to be the bad cop.
She opens her mouth maybe to explain herself but she throw up instead.
I rush to her and hold her hair in my one hand and lets me throw up completely while i rub her back.
"Take me home." She tries to speak
"Yeah, come" I put her one hand around my shoulder while I slips my other hand around her waist to hold her.
"Do you have your car?" I ask her. And she points to her red mini
I open the door to the passenger seat and settles her down and jog over to the driver's side.
She passes out soon. All I could think about throughout the ride is why is she doing this. She does not need to wear sluty clothes to look pretty she looks flawless without makeup. I don't like it when she is drunk. It hurts me or more of I get angry when I see someone else touching her. She is naïve and I want to protect her and not let anything hurt her. I have never felt like this for anyone ever.
We reach her house and I practically drags her out of the car. Once into her apartment I tucks her in and makes sure that she is comfy enough. When she is all comfortable into her bed I decide to sleep over.
"Thank you Ryan." She whisper.
"No worries Olivia." I whispers back and kiss her on her forehead.
I sit next to her, just looking and taking in every inch of her face. She is beautiful and I know that I love her. But I am just don't trust myself well enough to tell her that and to keep my words. I won't let her know unless I am sure about it. I don't want to hurt her or myself. But I love Olivia.
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SAVED * WATTYS 2016 *
Romans" 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.
