My visit with Nate did not go as I expected, I had assumed he probably wouldn't have wanted to see me. I figured that the aftershock would have made him angry and left him holding a grudge. It was surprising to find out that even with the broken nose and black eyes he didn't hate Oliver. The many times I'd tried to sincerely apologize to him, he would cut me off and would point out he wasn't made of glass. When I left he was up and walking around. He finished the soup took a couple bites from the sandwich and pushed it to the side. It surprised him that it hurt to chew with his nose being broken, especially opening his jaw wide enough to fit his mouth over the sandwich. It didn't stop him from trying a couple times though. I had asked him if it was okay if I came back to check on him again. He smiled and shook his head in acceptance. I promised him I would bring him soup again and hold the sandwich. He joked that he still wasn't done with the sandwich, that one way or another he would conquer it— even if having to rip it into bite size pieces.
It was dark when I left the frat house. There seemed to be more people there as I left, than when I had arrived. I guess it didn't matter what day of the week it was, in college any day was a good day for a party. Nate's room was on the top floor towards the back of the house. You couldn't hear the music from his room. At least It would give him a chance to rest, but I'm guessing he was bummed from having to forfeit hustling this party for money.
I made my way home. I was hoping that Oliver wouldn't be sitting on my rocker on the porch. Although Nate helped clear some things up, I wasn't ready to face him, just yet. Part of me was still angry, part of me felt sad for him and yet still a huge part of me missed him. It was the unanswered questions and confusion that still won my attention. What triggered him? Was he actually jealous? I was only talking to Nate and if he would have just asked he would have realized I actually knew Nate and it wasn't some random guy hitting on me. It sounded ridiculous to me. I had to go all throughout high school seeing him with different girls and seeing him with Jasmine was the worse. She was pretty good at shoving it in our faces, even towards Amy. Jasmine didn't spare her, even knowing she was his own sister. Jasmine made sure everyone knew, he was hers. Okay, I get it, it's different now, we weren't dating then, let alone speaking to each other. Yet, the attraction was there. 'Seriously?' I questioned myself. That still didn't make it right. We aren't short-fused teenagers who acted on a whim anymore. What about Jeremy's party, with Jasmine? Okay, at the end he was pretty out of it, but when she came up to him he probably wasn't and what would've happened if Amy or I weren't there. I mean at least I keep my sense's intact, which helps me make my decisions with logic, not hard liquor. I couldn't figure out though, if this was what I wanted to say to him or if I was trying to convince myself.
Luckily, no one was at my house. Part of me was grateful for that but another was somewhat bothered he didn't care. I know, It sounds like I was the one drinking tonight, because I sounded like a fool. My reasoning seemed to be on a delayed motion right now.
Laying in bed that night I reflected on Nate's words. His depth and compassion that hid under that bad boy physic. My mind ran thinking about Oliver and these last couple weeks. I questioned what was next. As much as I wanted to be that girl that didn't worry about tomorrow and just enjoy the moment, I wasn't. Although, I know the cons of being that girl as well. It was another long night and my thoughts reminded me of that. I was impressed with Nate and I thought about his last words when I went to leave; 'Jackson is going to be upset with me when he finds out the real reasoning I stopped the fight.' He mentioned that Jackson really liked me. That he had told him that he was hoping my relationship wasn't serious, but what really got me was when Nate ended with, 'Aria I get why he really likes you.' All I could say in return was, 'me to— I know why he likes to hang out with you— out of all the guys here. Don't worry Nate, I won't tell if you won't.'
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Olly, Olly
RomanceAria never imagined that she would see Oliver again, it had been many years since she had last seen Ollie. He was her best friends brother, and he was off limits, not that he ever noticed her. They had grown up together, attented the same schools, p...
