"What the fuck Oort?!" I yell walking into my room towel around my waist. He smirks towards me sitting on my bed putting his phone on the grayscale, checkered covers.
"First you leave me waiting for hours, you don't text me, you aren't at school the next day and you walk in on me when I'm in the shower!?!?!" I walk up to him pressing my forehead to his.
"Yeah but you're still in you're towel you know right?"he asks looking me up and down.
Blushing I step back from him gripping my towel firmly. Backing up to my closet I turn searching for some clothes to wear.
"You don't have to change, you look better in a towel to me.." He purred behind me.
"Pfff— stop flirting with me." I retort turning around an eyebrow raised.
"Oh come on you know you love it." He stood approaching me. Placing one hand on my chest he moved his head toward my neck. The contact from his lips sent a shiver down my spine.
"S-stop, Oort." I breath finding hard to find my voice from Oort teasing. Moving closer to my body he chuckled a bit.
"I think you like it when I flirt, or at least a part of you likes it." His leg brushed the bulge forming under my towel. I blushed slipping away from him back to the bathroom.
Closing the door I drop my clothes on the counter.
"Ah crap." I hissed searching for my underwear. A knock at the door interrupted my searching.
"Hey boo you forgot something.." Oort's voice said softly from the other side of the door.
Opening it he's stood there leaning on the door frame, his checkered shirt open his bare chest exposed with my underwear in his teeth.
"Fuck off." I sneered ripping my briefs from his mouth. Beginning to shut the door Oort's hand stopped it looking me biting his lip making me blush harder.
"Are you sure you don't need help with your, uh, situation downstairs?" He asked looking toward my crotch.
"No. Stop you jerk." I said closing the door.
Why must I always be subjected to these situations.
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Creeping back into my room I look for signs that Oort was there. Nothing but his grey shirt was on my bed. Quickly checking behind me I grabbed his shirt in my hands. The soft cotton clutched in my grasp I held it to my nose inhaling the musty smell of his cologne.
"You like it?" A voice asked making me jump. My heart pounding I turn to see Oort laughing to himself in the doorway.
"Geez, you startled me!" I said quickly tossing the shirt behind onto the bed.
"Sorry baby I didn't mean too." He said walking up to me.
Punching his arm I rolled my eyes at his names calling. Swiftly he pushed me down on the bed holding me down. Peppering my face with kisses he grabbed my face attempting to plant one on my lips. I struggled moving my head from side to side.
"Hold still." He insisted putting more pressure on my face.
"Nooooo, stohp." I said defeated shutting my eyes waiting for it. Instead he pressed his lips again my forehead.
Surprised I opened my eyes looking at him. I frowned pushing him off.
"Are we even actually dating?" I asked not facing him on the edge on the bed. "I don't feel like we are." I sighed turning to him his smiley expression he had before had fallen expressionless.
"Well—I uh... What do you mean?" He's asked searching my face.
"We haven't really gone on an actual date it just doesn't feel official."
"What so you aren't my boyfriend?" Standing he grabbed his shirt. "Is this, am I not good enough for you?! Do you need the perfect relationship with flowers and expensive gifts?!" His face reddening and his eyes getting glossy.
"Oort—no I didn't mean that-I uh." My words fumbled out of my mouth chocking me like tar was being poured down my throat.
"J-just stop." He turned away from me a small hiccuped sob shaking his body. "Maybe you should date someone else then."
I sat there frozen.
What have I done? I ruined everything. Everything I've made with Oort dripping down the drain.
Tears begin to fall down my face. I let out sobs my throat sore from holding back the tears. I yell throwing the covers off my bed. Scattering pillows and belongings all over the room's floor.
"Wasd what's going on?" My mom rushed to my room her face surprised scanning the room's condition.
"What happened?" She slowly approached picking up an old stuffed rabbit, the one I had since I was a baby. My mother's worried eyes searched my face looking for answers.
"I screwed everything up mom. I ruined everything between me and Oort." I hiccuped hugging her tight.
"What am I supposed to d-do. I've dug myself in s-such a deep hole. I cant get out anym-more." My sobs smothering my words in stutters.
"Shhh, it'll be okay." She hushed petting my hair holding my weak body to hers.
But will it? Have I completely screwed up my friendship with Oort? Will he ever forgive me?
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Ey back at it with another chapter!!!!! The drama, the pain what the heck did you do Wasd get your act together!? Hmm. Anyway.... See ya! ^3^*
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Sticks and Stones
Teen FictionWASD Striker lived at home most of his life with his mother, but when they decide to house an exchange student named Oort Cyr everything changes. His family. A new friendship. And the trials of growing up. ---------------------------------- It's in...
