Chapter Ten

"What the hell, Oliver? Do you not know how to knock?"

A sardonic smirk pulled his lips sideways as he leaned against the doorway. My eyes roamed down his lean muscles, in his tight black t-shirt and basketball shorts. My eyes widened slightly at the outline of his dick. Damn... he must be huge. Especially if that's the size soft.

"You'd think you'd lock the door if you were going to strip."

"I shouldn't have to. It's called privacy. You have no boundaries." I shook my head, narrowing my eyes. "Get out."

I waved him away, but he didn't budge. He crossed his arms, focusing on my chest, where I saw a flash of hunger in his eyes. Oh, so he's back to normal... the arrogant asshole who thinks I want him.

"I'm enjoying my view."

"I'm sure you are, you pig." I glanced around, ready to throw something, when he turned to Briana. When he slid his gaze over her, openly licking his lips and smiling, I was furious. Why does he think I'll give in when he flirts with my friends? Player is not a turn-on.

I watched as Briana blushed. "Bri, where are you going?" She better not invite him!

"It's nothing. We're going to a party tonight. Our friend Jenny's throwing it. Her parents are out of town."

My eyes widened. "Briana!"

Briana rolled her eyes and smiled at Oliver. "You should come! It'd be fun."

Seething, I stormed out, slamming the door. Briana's always tested me, but this was ridiculous. She knows we don't get along... inviting him for her benefit.

I went to the kitchen, rummaging for the Bacardi. Guess it's not too early to drink. I uncapped the bottle, raising it to my lips. I cringed at the smell. Not my drink of choice, but fuck it.

I took a large gulp, then a deep breath as it burned. I recapped the bottle, stowing it back in the cabinet, and went to my basement bedroom. My door was still closed. I hope he's gone.

I pushed the door open, frowning when I saw him perched in my desk chair. Briana sat on the bed. They both looked at me. I ignored Briana's gaze. "Can you leave? Don't you have your own friends?" Clearly not, if he bothers mine. Mom was right, he doesn't get out much. Probably because no one likes him.

"Hm... I wasn't trying to be friends with Bri."

I scoffed. "Well, if Bri entertains that, she's dumber than I thought." I balled my fists.

Oliver clucked his tongue and stood, looming over me. He left without a word. Oh, now he leaves without sarcasm... surprising.

I turned to Briana. "I forgive you for that comment. You need to lighten up. Maybe he's an asshole because you don't give him a chance. He might be chill."

"Wouldn't you love to find out? The last thing I wanted was his scrutiny." I gestured wildly. "This move and accommodating someone who enjoys getting a rise out of me has been a nightmare."

Briana frowned, then hugged me. "I'm sorry, okay? I thought you were just bickering. I didn't know you were that upset."

I reluctantly hugged her back. "Let's just say, since I met him, I've been stressed."

"I'm sorry, Scar." She stepped back, smiling. "Just uninvite him. Besides, he didn't seem interested. He said something about a date."

A date? I attributed the pounding in my chest to stress, but jealousy lingered. Jealousy... I'm fucking jealous. Christ.

I pinched my nose, closing my eyes. "What?" I have an issue... what's wrong with me?

I dropped my arm. "Nothing. I'm just surprised someone wants to put up with him."

Briana narrowed her eyes. "You're jealous... aren't you?"

I waved my hand. "No. No, I'm not."

"Whatever. Just uninvite him."

"I will. I want to try on my dress." I need a distraction. Anything to stop her from looking at me like she caught me doing something wrong. He can enjoy his date. As long as he's not at the party.