You Can't Hide Forever (boyxboy)

Chapter 34

*Jax's POV*

When Booger left the room I sat on the bed and began to brainstorm how I was going to talk to Oliver. I could just go up to him and say we need to talk but that sounds too forceful. What was I even going to tell him? I didn't even know why I ignored him all this time, I guess I wanted to see what it was like if me and Oliver were not attached to the hip. But that's the thing: I didn't need to know what it was like to be away from Oliver because I didn't want to be away from him. I don't know...

I didn't even know if he was coming back to the apartment tonight. Jackson probably was since all the new dogs are not fully trained yet.

This was honestly so frustrating and it's my entire fault.

I wasn't prepared when the door to the room opened with Oliver standing in the doorway. I got up to leave since I had no idea what I was going to say to him. He braced his hand on the door a little above his head. His foot was also blocking the bottom of the door frame. I was about to go through his arms and legs when I saw Booger sitting in the hallway.

"We need to talk," Oliver spoke but I didn't respond. I wasn't ready.

When I was about to take another step I heard a menacingly growl. Booger seemed to be the culprit since humans cannot exactly growl like that. I took a step back and Booger seemed satisfied since he relaxed his face.

"Talk about what?" I asked, playing dumb. I really wasn't ready to face him but obviously I can't win.

"You know what," Oliver said tensely stepping forward crowding my personal space. I stepped back a could steps, but he took two forward again. The door shut with an audible click. I swallowed, suddenly feeling my throat constrict. I couldn't get any words out. Oliver looked at me expectantly. One of his eyebrows rose; his arms crossed against his chest, "Well?" I could have sworn I flinched at his tone but at this point it didn't matter.

I sighed and sat on the edge of the bed, bracing my elbows on my knees. I couldn't look at him so I chose to look at my hands as I tried to explain the reasoning behind everything that happened these couple of weeks. Oliver just stood there not saying anything as I explained the different emotions I felt that way. I even explained the talk I had with my mom. I tried not to leave anything out but I couldn't tell him the deeper feelings I felt during the kiss of a lifetime. When I was done explaining myself we were in silence, I didn't dare look up at Oliver.

"I get it, you saw me looking at Jackson and Riley when we went to that restaurant and you felt bad, so that's why you did what you did; you don't need to explain yourself. I'll just leave you be if that's what you want. Sorry for slapping you, that was uncalled for. I should have handled that differently but my brain reacted and before I even knew my hand had already connected with your face. You don't have to forgive me," I said, each word was harder than the previous. I exhaled and went to get up to leave Oliver to process what I told him.

I didn't even get a chance to walk by him before his hand shot out and gripped my arm. I was pulled in front of Oliver with a force that almost sent me tumbling over. The hand grasping my arm squeezed causing me to gasp at the slight pain. I looked up into the angry eyes of Oliver. My eyes must have reflected the slight pain I was in. The grip loosened but didn't let me go.

The tension rolling off Oliver almost had me running for the door; except that can't exactly happen since my arm was basically pinned from his grip. "What the fuck did you just say?" he said menacingly, leaning closer to my face. I leaned back as much as I could but I wasn't a contortionist do I could only go so far. Our noses were basically touching from how close he kept leaning in. His eyes narrowed.