Perfect

Seven

Avery Ozga

Chase after him idiot.

I stood up and ran to my front door. I couldn't seem to get it open fast enough and in the process I swear I broke the damn doorknob. I ran outside in my shorts, tank top, and bare feet. The concrete was freezing. I could see Oliver walking away. He wasn't too far if I ran.

"Oliver," I yelled. "Hey Oliver, wait up!"

He didn't turn around or even flinch. I took off running toward him. I stubbed my big toe a few times, curse my two left feet.

"Oliver, please stop! Will you tell me what I did; Or said?" He wouldn't look at me and it was kind of annoying. At least be mature and look at me, even if you aren't going to say anything.

After five minutes of complete silence he spoke.

"Nothing."

"Obviously something is wrong and you were fine before I told you about my date."

"Avery, nothing is wrong, okay. Go on a date with pizza boy, have fun. I told you I'll see you tomorrow."

"No, Oliver. You're jealous."

He turned at me with his left hand raised up. "I'm not jealous Avery! Jealousy is for girls!" Taken aback by his gesture I took a few steps backward. "Avery no, I'm sorry. I wasn't going to hit you-"

"You would have."

"No I wouldn't. I wouldn't do anything to hurt you, I haven''t before have I?"

"You seriously don't want me to answer that."

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Oliver Mitchell

You fucked up and she doesn't even know half of the things you've done dude.

Evelyn: We need to talk NOW.

Seriously, now is not a good time. I shoved my phone into my pocket and walked home. I wasn't really.. jealous.. was I? I loved Avery but jealous over some douche bag with a monkey face and Harry Styles hair? No, no way. He is always rude to her at school anyway, why does she want to go out with him!? Distract yourself Oliver, forget about her and him.

The weather is nice. Get your head out of your ass, it's not a hat.

Evelyn: Oliver it's an emergency. Answer me!

I'd rather not. I have my own issues to take care of at the moment.

My phone started vibrating in my hand, checking the screen it read, Evelyn Jackson. Sigh.

"How important is this? If I'm ignoring your texts I'm probably busy."

"Too busy to find out you're going to be a dad?"

My mouth dropped. My heart fell out of my chest. My phone fell to the ground. I swear, I just died.

Evelyn Jackson

"Oliver? Hello?" I heard a crash but I couldn't tell if it was him angrily throwing the phone or not. "Oliver.." I pressed end on my phone and threw myself onto my bed. What am I going to do.. I should probably call Jacob too.

I called Jacob, he told me he'd be over in less than an hour and he would be bringing food. It's not Jacob's issue to handle though. I know it's Oliver's, I did it with him first so..

When Jacob showed up with a cob salad from Bob Evans I couldn't help but find it funny. He did know me.

"So..how pregnant are you," he slightly blushed.