The Art of Death Vol I

Chapter 30 (Part 4)

She came into the room with a towel around her damp body. My eyes darted at her naked body that was only covered by that small piece of fabric.

"Your turn Oliver," She announced. I still didn't say anything as I was distracted by her beauty. "Oliver? You ok?" She questioned me, worryingly.

"Yeah... um... Sorry," I finally replied. I stumbled across my words. Now she knows something is obviously up. Fuck, I didn't want to tell her so soon.

"Something's wrong." She caught on. She sat down next to me, as I tried to retract my obvious hard-on. Shit. She may have figured it out.

"No-no," Again, I stumbled across the words I was looking for. Finally, I half-admitted, "You just look beautiful is all."

"You're still hiding something..." She analyzed me, then looked down at my crotch, and then continued, while embarrassing me, "Is that your penis? What the fuck, Oliver?" I fucking blushed a million shades of red, as this was fucking absolutely embarrassing me to no end. She was obviously sickened by my erection showing through my pants.

"S-sorry! You're beautiful... I-I... Find you beautiful and attractive... I-I... Love you," I finally admitted. The "I love you" slipped from my tongue. She just looked at me, stunned and shocked at that half-baked answer. This is not how I wanted her to find out. In fact, I never wanted her to find out... I hid it the best I could until now. I know I sound fucking weird but I never met a girl before. I never knew what love is. I've never seen it before. This was crazy shit... I didn't know how to continue the conversation. I was legit fucking terrified of her response and how she seemed to analyze what I said. Why? Why did this happen. I'm so fucking stupid, I don't even know why I developed a crush on her.

"Oliver... I like you too... But not that way, understand?" She informed me, with a small, almost whispering like voice. I knew it... She didn't like me. I'm a fuck up. Now everything will feel weird from here on out. Why is this happening to me? WHY?!

"I understand, sorry, I'll get in the shower..." And with that, I got up and went to find the shower.

"Oh and Oliver?" I turned my head and looked at her as she added sarcastically, "Do something about Mr. Hardy, okay?" Then she pointed to where the bathroom was. I looked down and blushed more, obviously more embarrassed at that comment. She hated me. What was wrong with me? I'm a fucking shitty person for how I just acted. Never again Oliver, never again. This is the only time you would've loved someone and you just fucked it up. What is wrong with me? Why did I do this to myself? Why did I set myself up for failure... Well... Never again will I love, never again.

END OF PART 2