The Best Years: Year One, Part Two

Chapter Fourty

I was nervous adjusting every hair and curl as I got ready for my date like one hair out of place would make or break the night.

I had never been on a date and I wondered if it was the same for him. I couldn't even picture Elizabeth on a date, alone, without their friends. It was hard to picture Oliver like that at all, in love or romantic. Not because I didn't wanna picture his past with someone else but because he was so guarded I couldn't see anyone conquering that space in his heart.

It made me want to figure out what Jade meant to him versus Elizabeth. They both must of filled two different voids.

I looked in the bathroom mirror smoothing out my shirt making sure it covered my legging covered ass. Making sure no transparency was visibly displayed, no one needed to see that I put on the sexiest thong I owned. He would catch me by surprise every time. This time I was prepared, not wear plain cotton or comfy versions of my panties.

I was innocent but I liked Victoria Secret too.

I took one more long glance making sure I was perfect for tonight. I don't know why I was putting so much pressure on myself, it's Oliver. I wouldn't say I'm comfortable but I trust him.

My phone buzzed on the laminate countertop, Oliver.

"Ready when you are. I'm outside smoking."

I grabbed my jean jacket and threw my winter jacket over it not prepared to bare anymore of this bipolar New England weather. It changed so drastically you couldn't ever prepare. One minute it was a heatwave and the next minute it's 3 degrees and raining. You had to simple jump in and than decide to run back for a jacket.

I went downstairs to see Oliver sitting on the hood of his Porsche holding a cigarette to his mouth inhaling and exhaling a dusty-colored smoke. He looked just as casual as me in his typical uniform of all neutrals and a jacket over his hoodie with his Vans.

He stood up smirking at me and tossing his cigarette aside before pushing out his hand for mine. I was always nervous around him like I wasn't sure he had picked me and he hadn't, yet.

The car ride to some mysterious location was quiet. Too quiet. It made me contemplate if there really was nothing beyond sexual chemistry.

How can two people have such intense moments and every other moment falls so flat?

I finally pushed my body towards him as much as I could in the small car, "I've never been on a date. Have you?"

He looked at me smirking like he knew that already. "Like a date, date?"

I shook my head adding, "Yes, like a romantic date. You didn't take Elizabeth on any? Ever?"

He seemed distracted by my question as I watched his brows tense, "No, actually. First time. I don't think staying in her room while she did homework and sex after counts."

I laughed picturing the vastly different objectives hanging on the same small dorm room.

I felt brave, "So, how many girls has there been exactly?"

His face was priceless, I wish I caught him while he was drinking something. He was silent too long like he wasn't gonna tell me. I jokingly hit his leg, "Oliver. Tell me."

He looked at me, "I'm counting them up, Layla."

My lips fell apart at his words. My eyes wide questioning how vast his experience really was.

He quickly added, "I'm kidding. It's not that bad. Maybe 15?"

My shocked expression wasn't wiped clean by his serious answer, "You're kidding."