It was the last month before school ended. I was so relieved that we were already done with the essays and tests.
I wanted to fucking party. And for my luck, the last month was filled with bottles of unlimited alcohol and fun filled parties.
"Hey are you ready to go?" I asked Oliver.
Yeah we were... acquaintances you can say. WOAH WHAT!?!
See... What happened was... Well... Okay so I was having problems with some bitch. And he was having problems with the bitches’ boyfriend.
So we joined forces.
No we weren't friends, friends.
We are acquaintances.
Even if we already helped each other we still kept in touch. At least we didn’t fight as we used to.
"Yeah just let me find my phone." he said checking around his pockets and looking around furiously.
"Oliver, it's on your bed."
He looked over at it and grabbed it. "Thanks, now let's go."
As we got to the hallway where the party was; we were hit by the smells of booze, throw up, weed, sweat, and some other unexplainable things.
"I'm gonna grab a drink. You want anything?" he asked looking at me.
"Nahh I’m good. Wait, just a beer?" he nodded and disappeared into the crowed.
I roamed around and found a couch.
More like a love seat.
I got my phone out and looked through old messages of my attached ex.
I never responded to the texts but it got SO annoying that he would just text me and ask to hang our or in his case like always: sex.
He'd only talk to me for it. That's why I broke up with him. He just wanted me for it and for the record I think he was an addict.
I kept reading them and looked over to my side.
I jumped.
There sat Oliver with my beer and his in hand leaning closer to where my shoulder was reading my ex's texts.
I quickly shut the phone and shifted to look at him. He only stared at me with no emotion. But his eyes seemed red. Like he was angry or something. But my excuse was the smoke around us made his eyes like that.
"Oliver! I- you- when did you get here! You scared the lights out of me!" I exclaimed getting the beer from his hand.
"Who’s Mitch?" he asked looking at my phone then at me.
"That's none of your business." I told him sipping my drink.
"Who would say that to you? That’s….. unpleasant.” He said scooting closer to me.
“And you would care why?” I raised an eyebrow.
“I-I-I don’t are. I just think that it isn’t right for someone to say those things to a girl.” He spoke shrugging his jacket off his shoulders and looked at his beer swirling the liquid around.
“Or maybe you do care and is hiding feelings that are far too embarrassing for your reputation. Face it Oliver. You want this.” I said leaning away from him a little and smacking my ass.
I laughed while he stared at me blankly. That caused me to laugh out more.
“Um…okay.” He finally said chuckling.
“I think you had too many sips of beer.”
I shoved him a little and chuckled. He smiled at me.
“Oh shut up Oliver. Let’s go have some fun!”
I dragged him to a dorm room where music blasted. I turned around and put my arms around his neck while he wrapped his arms around my lower back bringing me closer.
I looked up at him and he was looking at me. A smile upon his face.
I smiled back and kept dancing.
We walked back to our rooms. He mostly dragged my there since I was waaaay drunk. He basically had to carry me.
Like I said: I was too drunk.
We made it to my room and he opened the door. He laid me down and took off my shoes. He brought the trash can closer to my bed and a glass of water.
"Oliver, ca- ca-can you t-t-ake off mmm-my dress?" he looked at me.
I saw him biting his lip and nodded. He turned around in the bed and unzipped my black dress. He sat me up and slowly lowered my dress.
His eyes traveled over my body as he finally had the dress in his hand. I knew I only had waist lacey huggers on and a lacy bra.
I shivered and reached out for him.
"Can you stay?"
"Y-yeah. Just let me get my night clothes."
I shook my head.
"No. It's fine. Just don't leave."
He nodded and locked the door. He started to strip as he made his way back towards me. He only had boxers on.
My hands where still out reaching. I felt him lean in and my arms automatically wrapped around his neck. He rested his chin on my shoulders and lifted me up so that he could go in first. I wrapped my legs around his torso.
"Oliver, what's poking me?" I felt him freeze in place. "Uh... Nothing. I just... That... I accidently poked you with my finger." He said fast.
"That’s a big finger." I said.
"Uhh yeah. Let’s just... Get these blankets over us for warmth." he said reaching them with his feet and pulling them up to finger reach with his toes.
He pulled the cover over us. I smashed my body closer to him.
What can I say? The bed is twin sized.
"Oliver, to be honest I never thought we'd be close. Not as friends. But as acquaintances because I know you'd hate if I said we were more. But this is nice. I like it. I like... You" I whispered the last part.
I leaned up and kissed his cheek.
"Zen, I’m such a hypocrite." he said leaning up on his left elbow.
"Why?" I said setting up facing him.
"Because I keep saying I don't like you." he bit his lip.
"Wait so, you- you like, like me?"
I didn't let him respond before I smacked my lips to his.
His arms held the side of my waist and led me on top of him. I grabbed his face and deepened the kiss.
Each leg on his side, me half way sitting up kissing him, him leaning up while lying underneath me.
We both parted for breath. Panting each second.
"You have NO idea how much I dreamt of this." he said.
"You... Dreamt of me?" he nodded.
"So, tell me what we did in these dreams of yours." I said seductively.
"I rather show you." he said fliping us over and climbing on me.
So, I don't know what happened to me. To make me do all of this with him. When he was so sober.
Which confused me of why he would even do this with me, without stopping me.
But my excuse:
It was the booze.
