Chapter 3 : Dilemmas and Dramas

I'm currently in the school field, speed-walking away from the class I was just in. For those of you who are wondering, when Oliver got too close, I went around him and jumped out of the window. Probably not the best thing to do in that kind of situation, but we can all agree that I had no other option.

When I finally get to a safe place to sit, it all comes to me. The wave of realization: Oliver Luanda just tried to kiss me. As in the Oliver who we can all agree is out to get me. The Oliver who probably wants an invitation to my burial as a birthday gift. The Oliver that—

"Hey!..." Frankie says as she jogs towards me. "Where the hell have you been?"

"Perfect timing," I say while she settles beside me. I arrange my thoughts properly before I start talking. "Oliver tried to kiss me."

"He what now!?"

The look on her face is both excited and confused. "What did you do?"

"What do you think... I'll just wait there for him to put his studded tongue in me..." I hesitate to tell her the rest then gather the courage. "I went around him and flew out the window."

"Fuck."

She sounds like a mother who's tired of her son. "Also, did you say studded tongue?"

"Yes, I did say that... he's had it for a few months now... it was a dare and he surprisingly did it but made it very small."

"We'll talk about Oliver's hot tongue later."

We stare at each other for what feels like forever but is probably not up to five seconds before she continues talking. "What exactly makes you think he wanted to kiss you?"

"Okay... so first he sniffed me like I was made of sugar and then he was moving close to my face. Like he moved really close that I could feel his exhale."

Frankie is now wearing a mischievous smile on her face and I instantly know what's coming next. "You guys are meant for each other."

I give her the 'are you kidding me' eyes but she ignores it and continues talking. "Think about it, Nikola, you both don't like each other... actually, you don't like him, so it's currently an unrequited crush. He tried to kiss you and you got flustered and jumped out a window... It's the perfect haters-to-lovers MM romance."

"First of all, I didn't get flustered; he just didn't look like he could take a punch then. Second of all, there will be no love story between me and Oliver. That can't happen. Who knows, maybe I hallucinated all of this. Let's just forget it happened and put it behind us."

"Nikola—"

Her words are cut off when her dad parks his car near us. He's here to pick her up for her appointment with the doctor. Lucky for her she doesn't have to go through the rest of today at school.

"I've met the principal and he said it's alright so let's go... How you doing, Nikola?"

Her dad's a very busy person but he always makes time for his daughter. It's really nice. "I'm good."

I turn to Frankie and give her a smile and a pat on the back, telling her to forget everything and to say nothing about it with my eyes. She gets the message and tells me bye.

The bell for the next class goes and I'm already feeling more depressed. Nikola, you can do this, just two more classes and you can go home. With the little encouragement I've given myself, I walk to my next class.

The next two classes finish faster than I expected and as soon as the bell goes I'm out of the school and waiting for the bus. Everything seems to be going fine at last until...

"Niko... we need to talk."

I turn around to look at who's talking like I don't already know who it is. If you can't already guess, it's Oliver.

"Don't call me Niko, plus there's nothing to talk about."

"What happened earlier was a mistake, okay... Don't read into it. Shit happens sometimes and that's one of them."

"Sure."

While walking into the bus, my train of thoughts starts moving. That hurt. It's not supposed to but it does hurt. He could have just let it go. Saying I shouldn't read into it even though I shouldn't just hurts. On getting into the bus, I put in my ear pods and try to forget everything. It works, so the drive home is very quiet and I couldn't have it any other way.

As soon as I get home, I walk straight up to my room and crash on my bed. Closing my eyes, I try to forget today but it all keeps coming back. The way he hugged me, the way his hair felt on my neck, the way his breath felt on my skin, the way he was so close to me and, worst of all, the fact that I'm not filled with rage except from when he said it was all a mistake. I should accept it as a mistake and I do, but a tiny part of me wishes it wasn't