Under the Olive Tree

Chapter 3

Olive's *POV*

Our partnership in many classes turned out to be... something. It had me lying awake during the first few weeks. That wasn't even the "bad" part. Whenever I saw him, I almost swooned. And above everything ever, I never, EVER swooned. And I refused to date. So I decided too tell Dustin, how I felt. Over study. At my house. When my parents were gone. And we were alone. At night. In the soundproof basement.

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4:45 Olive's house:

"Hey so I wanted to let you know... I like you! Heh..."

Looking at me with wide eyes, she shrieked loudly.

"What is it this time Amelia?" I groaned, frustratedly crossing my arms at her.

I'd managed to tell her my entire story about Dustin, in a little under an hour. After that, I explained to her repeatedly that I wanted to admit my never ending feelings for him, and she flipped... demanded that we practice.

"That was awful," she said flatly. "I don't think we could ever get this perfect. You need to let it flow, let it all burst out in a shower of affection."

She'd become kind of a hopeless romantic, after all the flings she's had over the span of 3 years. She's always telling me that she's "in love," with some guy she thought was hot. She hardly knew what love was anymore.

"I don't know though." I whined at her.

She sighed deeply at me, obviously frustrated. "Well I'm leaving, so good luck talking to your true fucking love."

She grabbed her bag and rushed out the door, and I attempted to chase after her. By the time I caught up, she was in her car pulling out of my driveway. I gave her a quick finger, and she smiled wearily at my sarcasm.

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By the time 6:45 came around, my parents had left. I had changed into a hundred different outfits, before deciding on the perfect one. I wore a fashionable light blue long sleeve, that had laces up to my neck; showed just the right amount of clevage. Underneath I wore a black lacey bra, and matching panties. As for my bottoms, I had on a pair of sexy short shorts, and no shoes.

Suddenly, there were three short knocks on the door. Quickly, I scrambled to it, opening it enthusiastically only to find that it was the pizza I ordered 45 minutes ago.

"Your pizza ma'am." The pizza guy said groggily.

Looking at him, his shirt was halfway undone, and his hair was an udder mess. On his arms there were recently red scratches, and that's when I realized what took him so long.

"You're 15 minutes late," I replied flatly. "If it's delivered after 30 minutes I get it free."

He scowled, handing me the pizza and fixing his ruined shirt.

As I was closing the door, I heard a shout. I flung the door open, expecting the pizza guy.

"Go the fuck-"

"Hello to you too." Dustin said, chuckling. "Can I come in?"

I was at a loss for words, so I just opened the door wider, pizza still in hand.

"Holy shit your place is nice." He breathed, stepping in and taking in the front room as I closed the door. I said nothing as I walked to the counter, my feet hitting the floor noisily in the dead silence. I opened the pizza box, and stuffed a bite in my mouth so I wouldn't have to say anything to him. I heard a small chuckle, and the soft noise of Dustin approaching.

"You still love pizza?" He asked.

"And you're still an asshole? Wow the world is full of surprises today!" I laughed, swallowing my food.