I don’t know why. But all I felt was positive, colourful and eventually felt love, but I forced myself to hate him.
“Stop Torturing Me!” I blurted never really wanting to say that. Everyone’s attention was on me and Oliver let go of my hand.
“Oh, did I just say that out loud, I’m Sorry, Excuse me” I said making my way to the bathroom really fast. As soon as I got there, I quickly closed the door, and looked at myself on the mirror, and talked to myself.
“Fuuuu-dge, don’t add malice, Tricia” I said and I buried my face on my palm wanting to scream, I washed my face “It’s nothing” I said wiping my face.
“No it’s not” Oliver surprisingly said and I would’ve jumped, but instead I bruised myself to the faucet.
“What?” I turned around
“It is something” he said closing the door,
ugh, I forgot to lock the door.
“What is ‘something’?” I said crossing my arms
“Please just be knowledgeable for a moment, you’re not a fool” he said
“What if I am?” I said back
“No, you’re not” he said walking towards me
“What’s the point?” I said raising my hands
“The point is” he said and held my hand
“I still love you” he said, hmm, didn’t seem to surprise me
“Has Barbie girl, left you?” I said pulling my hand from his. “15 girlfriends, all in 3 years? Am I the only one who’s been with you for 2 years, wow” I said, his eyes looks at me with depression. I felt a little guilty about that, just a little.
“Is that what people are telling you, that I’m a playboy?” he said
“To be clear, yes, that’s what I’ve heard” I said
“And you believed them” he said
“Well, is there a reason not to?” I said trying to go for the door and leave.
“What the hell did you do?” I screamed
“W-what did I do?” he said as I pulled the doorknob hard
“It’s freaking locked” I said and I think that that alarmed him to pull the doorknob, seconds later, we both pulled at the same time so hard, and unfortunately the knob loosened, which made us slip together.
“Great, we’re locked” he said holding the broken knob
“S**t!” I quickly stood up and took action, I bump the door and screamed mom’s name, until she came.
“Honey are you okay?” she said
“Does a person locked in a bathroom with a guy looks ‘okay’ to you?” I said
“What do you mean, Is Oliver there?” mom said
“Hi Mrs. Mendez” Oliver said
“Oh, well then, just hold on, this might take a while” mom said, and we both sighed. I took an i-give-up type of sit as he moved closer to me, I looked at the lights as I waited my mom to find or call or whatever she does to open the freaking door.
“Hunter huh?” Oliver said, out of the blue
“What do you mean?” I said looking into his eyes, his clear black eyes
“Hunter was the one who told you about me, wasn’t he?” he said
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Unforgettable Compassion
Teen FictionTricia Mendez is an adopted child, but she doesn't know that yet until she met Mary, her real mother, searching for her. While her mother finds her, she'll meet Hunter who she thinks she fell inlove with, and his ex-boyfriend, Oliver who has a deep...
