Ollie Tanner.
Object of Cara's hidden affections for so long she couldn't remember a time where she didn't lust after him.
Until she drunkenly explains her situation to her best friends brother, who seems to have an idea.
Date someone else.
Make...
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I'VE BEEN CRUSHING on Ollie since I was thirteen.
When I say crushing, let me define it for you. He is all I think about, and I think alot. He is also the only guy I've ever fancied like this. I stalk him on social media at every opportunity, and I try to be at the same place I know he is at just to talk to him.
I speak to him when I see him, I'm not a complete pyscho- but he kind of looks through me and just smiles.
That smile though.
My best friend Vanessa thinks I'm incredibly sad, but she supports me regardless. Whatever is required, she does it, and I love her for it. Only now I'm seventeen, and its getting borderline depressing.
Never had a boyfriend.
Never spoke to Ollie properly other than the odd hello.
Something has to change, right? So, when I hear that he is going to be at a party tonight, I'm there.
Tonight, I'm going to get his attention.
"You won't speak to him. You never do, is there really any point in going?" Vanessa throws me an exasparated look.
She doesn't have the same problems I do, because she has had a boyfriend since we started school- Adam. They have been little sweethearts and its truly sickening. I'm not surprised though, Vanessa is beautiful. She has waist length chestnut hair, bronze skin and big brown eyes that you lose yourself in. Her entire family are stunning, including two brothers, Zach and Lucas.
I've always envied Vanessa's relationship with her brothers, because it's amazing. There's hardly any difference in age; I think there's a couple of years between them. Zach is engaged now, again- to a girl he met in school.
It seems everyone has this shit down, but me.
"V, we have to go. It could be the golden-"
"Opportunity, I know. You say this every week. But you know, maybe we should just stay home and watch Vampire Diaries. You know Damon never let's you down," she smiles, flopping onto her bed.
It's true that Damon doesn't let me down; but he is also fictional. I lose myself in yet another Damon fantasy, where we meet in a coffee shop, his arm on my elbow as he gazes into my eyes-
"Damon or Ollie?" Vanessa's voice cuts n to my daydream, and I flinch with annoyance. I sigh in response, logging onto social media to check the latest activity.
"Everyone is going," I pout, as she groans with irritation.
"Fine. We'll go. But you are buying me a massive tub of Ben & Jerry for this. Oh, and no way am I playing any party games, smoking any weed-"
"Whoa, who said anything about weed?!" I exclaim, hoping she didn't bring up the space cakes.
