You Can't Hide Forever (boyxboy)

Chapter 31

*Oliver's POV*

I was tired of avoiding my feelings for the boy that had sat next to me in my car, in such close proximity, close enough to touch but he was out of my reach until I had made an impulse decision like I normally do without thinking of the consequences.

"Fuck it," I had said.

And I did fuck it, I fucked it all up and there's nothing that would make me change what had to be done. I had to make the final push for him to realize I recuperated his feelings. I had a feeling he liked me but I didn't realize my decision would make him feel like this.

He was distant, cold almost. As if he was only a shell of my best friend. Could I even call him that anymore?

I reminded myself that it wasn't my fault but that's the thing it was. My impulse to just not think led me to where I am now, wondering what I did wrong.

*One week earlier*

We were coming home from Rocket's and I felt a need to do something but that wasn't until I pulled into Jax's driveway that I realized what it was. It was going on for too long. There were probably a dozen different bets going on whether or not Jax and I would get together. I've seen the looks people give us and that's what the Coopers do, they bet.

I shut off the car but made no move to get out. I didn't want to get out and face another moment longer where he couldn't be mine. So I did the only thing I could think of. Said 'Fuck it' and kissed him.

His eyes had widened at first until I pressed my lips harder against him, almost pushing him against the door of the car and where his head almost hit the window. My hands were already on his face so it would be awkward if he had tried to put his hands anywhere. That is until he grabbed the front of my shirt.

I thought he would pull me closer to prolong the kiss but it was the opposite.

He was pushing me away.

I was tempted to bite his lip but by that point our lips were already disconnected and the only sounds were our heavy breathing.

There was fire in his eyes, just not the burning, raging lust that was most likely in mine.

There was rage alright, burning fiery rage.

I wasn't expecting the burning in my cheek from when his hand connected with the side of my face. But damn did the training pay off. His lean muscles were more defined each day, breaking down then rebuilding into a stronger muscle making it harder to train with him.

I was too far into my daze from the kiss then the abrupt slap to the face but was pulled out from the slam of my car door. I looked up to see him storming up the front of his steps opening the front door a little more harshly than someone would have. I could only sigh in frustration. Had I been wrong about the looks people were giving us or better yet the subtle looks Jax gave me when he thought I wouldn't notice?

What the fuck did I do wrong? Did he not want that? Well he obviously didn't with the slap he delivered.

Was this Karma's way of literally slapping me in the face? And for what? What did I do wrong?

I got out of my car not wanting to dwell on the unanswered questions that kept circling around in my head. I approached the house slowly not knowing what to expect when I got inside. I heard the usual chatter in the kitchen. As I got closer I realized that everyone in there was laughing or telling some kind of joke and I suddenly felt as if I didn't belong because of the dark mood that was over my head.