Chapter Four

I ran my hands down my breasts, trying to soothe my hardened nipples, but only intensified the need for touch. I bit my lip, stifling a moan as my arms fell to my sides.

Oliver slowly ran his tongue over his lips, his eyes fixed on my breasts. "I bet you taste as good as I imagine."

Jesus... how did things get so crazy? One minute we're hating each other, the next we're almost... No. He's probably not used to women turning him down.

"Fortunately, you'll never find out."

Gripping the doorknob, I shot him a glare. "Keep the fucking noise down. Some of us aren't on summer break yet."

I slammed the door and marched back to my room. This is going to be a problem. Relax. He's not that charming. Just ignore it. Fight the dumb female urges. He's an asshole! You're better than this...

The next day, Briana and I sat at lunch, discussing the previous night's events.

"Wait, he was what?"

"I woke up to porn, so obviously he was jerking off." I'm not admitting I enjoyed watching.

"Holy shit. That's crazy."

I narrowed my eyes as she stared blankly, as if imagining it. "Damn, Bri. He's not that hot."

"Speak for yourself. I think he's gorgeous."

I groaned, rolling my eyes, and took a bite of pizza. Chewing thoughtfully, I sighed. "Hey, I'm all for pleasure relief, but don't wake people up. If it's that loud, it's too loud, ya know?"

Briana waved her hand dismissively, taking a swig of Gatorade. "Guys have no shame. Absolutely no damn shame."

"It's awful. I don't understand how I'm going to live with him. I can't stand his arrogant ass. He thinks women kiss the ground he walks on. Not me. He's sorely mistaken."

Briana chuckled, and I glared at her. "Not funny, Bri. You've met him. You can't deny it."

She shrugged. "Maybe you two need time to hang out. Get to know each other. Find some common ground."

Unlikely. With what happened last night, spending more time together is the wrong direction. "Why don't you invite him to Jenny's party this weekend?"

"Oh no. No, no, no!" I shook my head. The last thing I need is him around me while I'm drunk and my inhibitions are lowered. Besides, he doesn't need to be part of my social life. Not happening.

"Come on, Scar! It might be fun."

I raised a questioning brow. "You seem to have a lot of fun with him. I, on the other hand, will be in hell. He's been a douchebag since I met him. And guess who's forced to see him this week, and for the rest of my fucking life, I'm sure."

"You're so overdramatic."

My phone vibrated. I pulled it out and set it next to my tray, frowning. You've got to be kidding me... How did he get my number?

A string of swear words ran through my mind as I read Oliver's text.

Oliver: I'm picking you up from school. Don't get too excited.

Scarlett: How did you get my number?

I huffed, ignoring Briana's confused expression. My phone vibrated again.

Oliver: Does it matter?

Scarlett: And FYI, no one's excited. Believe me...

Oliver: I doubt that. You seemed pretty excited last night.

Scarlett: I'm NOT going to let you get to me.

Oliver: I already have, Scar.

Scarlett: You're not allowed to use my nickname... okay, Ollie.

Oliver: It's too fun provoking you. Hm, makes me want to repeat last night.

Scarlett: You're annoying.

Oliver: Pretend all you want, Scarlett... I know you were standing there watching me.

Scarlett: If you knew, why didn't you stop?!

Oliver: Be honest. You didn't want me to.

Scarlett: Stop...

Oliver: You wanted me to orgasm.

What a cocky son of a bitch.

Scarlett: No. I wanted to get some sleep, which was impossible because you don't understand appropriate noise levels for porn. Invest in headphones.

Oliver: Wouldn't dream of it. I'll be parked out front when you get out.

Scarlett: Don't bother. I'd rather walk.

Oliver: You flatter me. See you at 3.

I shoved my phone away, pushing my tray aside, my appetite gone. "What a dipshit."

"Was it Oliver?"

"Yep. Guess the parents gave him my number. He's picking me up after school."

"Hey, I'll come over!"

I rolled my eyes. "Please, spare me. The last thing I need is you two flirting in front of me. Gross. Besides, you have more self-worth than that..."

Briana shrugged, grinning. "You don't know me that well."

Bri's always been a flirt, but the last thing I need is her hooking up with Oliver. The thought is... gross. The rising feeling of jealousy made my neck tingle. I'm not jealous. Ew. No. I just don't want them involved. My hatred for him would complicate my friendship with Bri. If he cared about anyone but himself, he'd understand that.

"Seems like someone's a little jealous."

I scoffed. "As if. I'm just looking out for your best interests."

"Whatever you say. Besides, I'm still working on Connor."

At the mention of our classmate, I looked at her. "You are something else. How do you keep up?"

Briana laughed. "It's tough. A workout for sure."

"Good thing I love you." I'm not riding home with him. Ugh.