Oliver's POV
(Bet ya didn't see that one coming(;)
I've just pulled into the drive way after a two hour long football practice. Coach drilled us longer and harder today after last week's disappointing match against Maldridge High to whom we lost 23-17 thus resulting in the horrible extra training on top of my already intense training schedule. You see I want to get a scholarship for American Sports University (California) or Michigan University. I know, I've heard it all before "You're rich why do you want to go on scholarship" you're mistaken, My parents are rich not me so I want to show that I am good at something and not depend on them for the rest of my life.
After plopping down on my bed face first and groaning so loud my maths teacher could be jealous. After twenty minutes I drag my unwilling body off my bed and back down the stairs. Time to train.
After 2 hours of sprints on the beach, burpees, weighted lunges, push ups, butterfly crunches and crab knee lifts it was about eleven pm. I hop into my baby my ,Land Rover Range Rover Sport 4x4 and head over to the nearby 24/7 diner and grab a takeaway double thick extra chocolate milkshake with added mint, What can I say these things are addictive . By the time I pull into the driveway for the second time today its already twelve. I head upstairs and take a well deserved well needed shower. I stand with my head under the powerful jets for three more minutes. I grab the towel and wipe my face off first. I open my eyes and see that my used to be green towels have been replaced with pink hello kitty towels. "For fucks sake Pheonix. Seriously. Jesus This girl" I mutter other profanities. But in actuality I love my sister, not like that you sick fuck. I'd protect her with every fibre in my body if I had to. If some asshole like me had to punch my sister like I did to that poor blonde chick in 'The Sip I would lose my shit. I wonder how Alec kept his cool. I didn't do it purposefully I swear, I actually feel really bad. I can't put my finger on it but there is something connecting the blonde and Alec. I can't for the life of me remember her name, Abby, Ally, Amy? Whatever not important. She's pretty hot I mean damn girl those legs. She packs a mean punch, speaking of I need to get my shirt back from her.
While I was thinking about mystery girl I had managed to pull a pair of boxers on and clamber into bed. Just as I start drifting off I hear a heart wrenching scream. I've never in my almost 18 years of existence heard such pain or fear or is that sadness I hear. 'NO NO NO! HELP US PLEASE ANYONE' I grab my old hockey stick and move to my sister's room to check on her, she's safe. I inspect the rest of my house and feel confident that there's no intruder. As I get back to my room the scream gets louder. I walk onto my balcony and see my neighbours sliding door open. I jump over the railing and go inspect.
It's the blonde girl. I run over to her bedside to see if she's hurt. It's a nightmare. Shaking her lightly she wakes up sweat dripping down her face, tears streaming down her face her grey eyes huge with fear.
Adalynne's POV
I'm back in the water. A young child strapped into the seats next to me. Tensions high. She's screaming, she can't be any older than two or three. "MOMMMMMYYYYYY HELP ME DONT LET ME DIE MOMMMY PLEASE MOMMMY, MOMMY HELP"
The more this green eyed girl cries the more I struggle to get free. I start screaming as the water starts pouring in from the side. "NO NO NO HELP USS PLEASE ANYONE"
Just as the water slaps me in my face I'm shaken from my nightmare. My eyes shoot open to see my rescuer. It's Oliver.
"Jesus woman. Are you okay?" he surprises me by hugging me tightly; I can't help but take in his beautiful smell. Fuck. Focus Addy.
"I-I'm okay, thanks." I say when he lets go. Shit, what now.
He stands and scratches the back of his head awkwardly. It only then hits me. He's only wearing boxers I notice black ink sprawled delicately in a typewriter font "Moje rodina moje síla"
I wonder what it means. My cheeks heat up when i see him smirk when he catches my eyes on his washboard six pack abs. I fall back covering my face with my hands. This is so embarrassing.
"Tea?" I ask After twenty minutes of comfortable silence we get back to my room.
"I should get going." he said halfway out my sliding door
"Stay. Please" I plead, surprising us both.
He pauses as if to think. My heart stops and my breath hitches in my throat.
"Okay... Scooch up"
I don't know why, but I do what he says. He turns my bedside lamp off. He lies next to me. Not touching, but I can still feel his warmth. I'm pretty sure he thinks I fell asleep because not even two minutes later I feel two bands of warmth pulling me close to their owner and hear "Sweet dreams, princess" the feeling of his warm skin is comforting on my naked shoulders. Good thing I decided to wear my spaghetti strap black tank top and baby pink shorts to sleep and not gone nude. This hurricane of emotion is going to get me hurt, I can feel it. As I think about my dream, tears seep down my face and I sniffle a little. I drift off to sleep and this time my dreams are clouded with warm hugs and coffee dates.
It doesn't feel like 10 minutes before my warm blanket slowly disappears and I whimper and give a small pout. I open my eyes just enough to see Oliver leaving but not before giving me a last glance. I try to go back to sleep but instead look at my clock 5:30. School doesn't start till 8, might as well sleep till 7. The rest of my "sleep" is restless and uncomfortable. I sit up and huff in annoyance.
What the hell happened last night. And why do I feel like this is only the start of something big.
Have mercy on me.
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Hey my glitter pumpkins . This was an unexpected update. Extremely short sorry about that. This was rushed and is unedited.
I'm sorry if you guys are religious keep in mind the fact that they are teenagers.
Love you guys
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