The Benefits of Being Evelin

She Knows

The light of the morning sun cut through the curtains.

It blinded me for a moment and I rubbed my still, sleepy eyes. For a second I forgot about what has happened last night, but then something reminded me.

I felt a hand on my left boob.

Slowly, I turned my face to the left. Oliver was still sleeping, his mouth was slightly opened. I traced his lips with my eyes, watching every crack in them. I wondered if I felt how chapped his lips were last night. All I remembered was hot, and wet. I've never noticed how long his dark lashes were. His eyes were moving frantically under his eyelids. His hair was an absolute mess, and so was his beard, a few tiny hairs began showing even on his neck. For a moment I forgot where his hand was.

I tried escaping his grip, but for some reason his hand kept following me. I wiggled like a snake only to reach the end of the bed and fell to the ground.

The loud bang woke up both Lina and Latiffa.

"What the hell are you doing Evelin?" said Lina and covered her head with a pillow. Her blonde hair got stuck in one of the pillow's buttons.

"I fell," painfully, those words left my mouth. I felt a bruise in the making on my right thigh.

"Are you sure you're all right, I heard you talking to yourself last night," she said.

"I've been having bad dreams, I guess," I lied, and noticed Oliver finally waking up under my covers. Quickly, I jumped back into bed to keep our sleepover a secret.

Lina grunted and turned the other way.

"Sorry," Oliver mouthed under the covers. "for the -," he showed to his hand and my boobs. "Force of habit,"

What kind of a habit is grabbing someone's boobs in the middle of the night? Probably a habit of a party boy. Or a bad boy. Or a boy.

Oliver winked at me, and brushed off the accidental touch as if it was nothing. I guess that wasn't really a surprise. He was dating Sonja for quite a while, and they probably did stuff...Plus, he had like a hundred girls before her. He is basically a manwhore. Woohoo Eveline, good choice for a first kiss. And a first boob grab. Honestly, I was drawn to his personality because he was so different than me.

Oliver was always the center of attention. He spoke and laughed out loud, he was handsome, even for an exclusive private school, plus he was the-go-to-guy for parties; invitations, concert tickets, or even planning a party. Although, I've never been to one. I hear that they're just like the parties in Gossip Girl. Full of arrogant rich kids and evil schemes that embarrass people. But that's Wayward Academy entertainment for you.

Latiffa got up in the most elegant way possible, and wiped the saliva off of her mouth. As she walked to the bathroom, Lina's face was still buried in the pillow.

"Here's your chance," I whispered to Oliver.

"What?" he raised his head to look around. "Oh," he got the clue, and suddenly climbed over me.

It wouldn't be weird, if he didn't stop right when he was on top of me because Lina grunted with the most annoyed voice possible. Despite being a hippie, she had the completely opposite personality.

Oliver froze, his upper body pressed against mine. My heart crashed into my ribs over and over again, and I was sure he could feel it, if he didn't hear it. My face was buried in his neck, and his skin smelled like cookie dough.

Lina stopped moving, and Oliver suddenly turned his face toward me, quite literally an inch away. "I'll see you around, Little Red Ridding Hood." Oliver pressed a quick kiss against my cheek and jumped out of bed, disappearing through the door.

"Did you hear something?" asked Lina.

"No," I shook my head. That kiss was awfully close to my lips. Actually he kissed my cheek and the corner of my lips. Did he miss my lips? Or was I just imagining? And Little Red Ridding Hood? Really? Is he really bad at nicknames or did he just forgot my name?

Besides, if I'm the Little Red Riding Hood, than he is definitely the big bad wolf.

"Your face is like really red right now," Lina squinted at me.

"It's hot in here," I pressed my cold hands against my face.

"Well, it's about to get even hotter," said Latiffa, walking out of the bathroom with a toothbrush in her mouth. "Oliver Black is officially single. Again." she waved her phone at us.

"Oh god yes," Lina threw herself back into her pillow. "I could almost smell the hormones evaporating from his body right now."

Can people actually do that? I smelled the pillow Oliver slept on. It did had that boyish smell.

"Crap," Latiffa's eyebrows posed in a confused manner.

"What?" said Lina.

"Sonja says that Oliver didn't sleep in his dorm last night, and that he must've slept in one of the girl's bedrooms', because she just saw him pass her in the hallway. She's pissed. You know what that means," Latiffa laughed and rinsed her mouth.

"The witch hunt has begun," Lina laughed with her.

But I didn't feel like laughing. If Sonja's finds out that he slept in my room...she's going to destroy me. Or worse. She's going to destroy my father's life and career.

Author's note: Hey hey! As always, your comments --- this girl loves them *pointing at myself*. Also, don't forget to vote if you enjoyed the chapter, if you like the story recommend it to other readers, and remember - drink a lot of cocktails this summer! And read this while you're drinking. And then write me a comment, I love to hear what you guys think (even if you're slightly drunk) <3

Katarina