Oliver's POV
How did I lose all of my best friends and my boyfriend to Milan! For Pete's sake she wasn't me. Yes, she was pretty. She had pretty purple hair, a nice shape and she was smart. But, why couldn't she go back to wherever she came from?
I kissed my teeth and headed to Beck's front door. I pounded on the door until he came to open it. A look of surprise casted over his face.
"It's seven in the morning, what do you want?" He yawned, covering his mouth.
"Beck, are we together or not? I just feel like lately you've been making Milan your top priority and me the next."
A look of concern casted over his face. "Baby, you know I want to be with you. But, the comment you made was uncalled for and racist. I don't appreciate what you said to and about her."
"But, baby!" I whined, seductively.
"Unless you apologize to her for your rotten words don't talk to me." He slammed the door in my face and I grumbled to my car.
Who does he think he is? I made him the person he is today and he wants to treat me like trash. Little does he know I will ruin his life. I just needed to go apologize to his precious girlfriend.
Before I went to Milan's house, I went to Starbucks and bought myself a drink. To just calm my nerves and help me think straight, because I was not into all of this extra shit Beck was playing today.
In a few minutes I had arrived. I knocked on the door and waited for her or someone to answer. When she finally decided to answer the queen a look of shock painted over her face before it turned into hatred.
"What are you doing here?" She gritted out.
"I actually came by to apologize for my rude behavior." I began, trying to hold in all of my emotions. "What I said to you was unacceptable."
She started at me, wondering what to do. Slowly she stood aside and gestured for me to come inside. I stepped inside of her marvelous house. It was already ten in the morning and I felt exhausted.
"We can talk in my room, but I need to do something really quick." She softly announced and I nodded, following her into her room. She showed me to her room and then went out of the room.
I stood in the corner of her room, patiently waiting for her to come back. Her phone kept going off and signaling that she had a message every two seconds. I didn't want to be nosey, but what if it was bad news. I would hate for her to hear that news after we talked, when she could know it right away.
Sneakily, I walked over to her phone and unlocked her screen. Stupidly and surprisingly she didn't have a password on her phone. The messages I saw were all from Zane.
ZStackZ 💕
I was thinkin we should go out on a "date" & invite beck & olivr. 10:07
They would think we're really datin! Ha! 10:08
Beck would get supa jealus and finally ask u out 10:08
My plan is going 2 work 10:09
He told me he was plannin on breaking up with her nyway 10:09
I can't believe they rlly think we're datin 10:09
Idk wat I want when I win the bet mate 10:10
I felt my stomach drop reading those messages. Quickly, I backed away from the phone and kissed my teeth. They were fake dating so she can end up with my boyfriend. I just felt my heart crush into tiny little pieces thinking about everything.
Here I am thinking that he actually wants to be with me when in all reality he was planning on breaking up with me. How dare she try to steal him away from me for some stupid bet.
At this point I didn't know whether to be heartbroken or upset. But, I know for sure I was done with the bullshit and at this point I was done with them all. I wanted out of this stupid clique they had going on. First my friends and now my own boyfriend. I was only mean to her to please him and this is how he repays me.
"Oliver?" I snapped my head into her direction, trying my best not to glare.
"Hey," I greeted. "I basically came to apologize to you for the racial slurs I spat at you and Latisha. I was wrong and I promise it will never happen again. I was not brought up like that."
"I accept the apology, but I don't think we could ever be friends."
"Oh, trust me. I don't want to and I will never be your friend." I bitterly commented. "Just came to apologize for my wrong behavior and I'm glad you accept."
"Oh, okay." She said a little hurt and I smirked.
"Another thing," I began to walk past her. I leaned down and whispered in her ear. "You won the bet."
Confusion was written all over her face, before it turned into guilt. "I can explain." She began.
I held my hand up and shook my head. "It's okay, I'll see myself out." I headed out of the room and to my car, feeling like my heart was shattered in two pieces. How can this be happening to me? I've done nothing to deserve this and here I am having to live with the fact that my boyfriend was planning on dumping me for someone knew for two weeks.
I drove to the only person who I knew really had my back. Zara was the only person who I could trust at this point and I hoped she didn't turn one me, when I needed her most.
Eventually I got to her house and once I was in her room I broke down into tears. She tried to calm me down so that I could tell her everything and I did. At this moment I just needed someone who could get my mind off of my worries and troubles.
"How about we go partying tonight?" She smirked and I nodded. Anything to help me get my mind off of everything that had just happened.
Wow, this is the second update for this month! It doesn't end there because tomorrow there will be another update just to thank you guys for the comments, I really do appreciate them.
I started another book today named "No Social Life Anya". A brief description may follow;
"Do you know what it's like not being able to go out anywhere? Having to live up to your parents standards and expectations with no award? To share all of your stuff with your siblings 24/7?
Or.
To like a guy in a higher grade that you know you can't date? Not trying to fit in but people think you are? To only have three loyal friends and tons of fake ones? Criticized for your skin color because you're not white?
This is the story of Anya, the girl with no social life."
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