Chapter Eleven

Later that night, after Briana left, I packed a bag for Jenny's party. I glanced in the mirror, convinced my black yoga pants and loose t-shirt wouldn't alarm Mom. I pushed stray hairs behind my ear and decided to uninvite Oliver. Not that he'd pass up a chance with his date for a high school party.

I walked toward my door, then hesitated. Why give him a chance to piss me off? He won't come anyway, not with a date. I shook my head, then stopped. No, I'm not letting him think he can crash.

I opened my door, hearing music from his room. I didn't knock, watching as he narrowed his eyes and turned down the music. He didn't knock on mine. I need to lock my door.

"Don't preach about knocking when you did the same."

I ignored the pull I felt every time I saw him, even now, freshly showered. His hair was wet, water droplets glistening on his chest. Shit, he's shirtless.

I cleared my throat, looking away. "Ever heard of 'treat people the way you want to be treated'?"

"Jesus, what is this? A third-grade lesson?"

He's so infuriating. I stepped into his room as he leaned back on his bed. Thank God he's not in boxers.

"Look, I didn't come for an argument." His gaze made me self-conscious, but I continued. "I don't know why Briana invited you to the party, but you're not invited. It's not our party, and even if it were... no."

He didn't react, rubbing his chin. I'm not here to spare his feelings. I'm here to be blunt. When he didn't speak, I looked away. "I didn't think you'd come anyway. Briana said you had a date, but I wanted to be clear."

Nothing... this is awkward. I shifted, turning to leave when he spoke.

"Hm... I didn't want to go at first. I was just trying to piss you off, but now I'm intrigued."

I turned back, stopping in front of him. He was almost my height sitting. "No. You're not coming."

He shrugged, amused. He leaned back, and I couldn't help but look at his body. I swallowed and looked back at his smirk.

"Oh, I think I am."

"No."

"Yes."

I huffed. "I don't want you there. You have another woman to annoy."

He shrugged. "It doesn't compare to provoking you."

"Oh, really? Well..." I leaned forward, softening my expression. "I'm not going to be provoked. I don't care enough. These games—" I gestured. "It's over. You disgust me. I don't want you... and never will."

His smirk wavered, becoming devious. His gaze slid over me, like he was about to tear me apart. My neck tingled, and my nipples hardened.

"Is that so?" He swiped his thumb across his lip, sitting up. I was breathless. He moved his hand over my chest.

"N-no."

"You know the truth, or you'd have left." He moved his hand to my throat.

"Not fair." I shuddered as he cupped my breast.

"I want to put my mouth on these," he said, rolling his thumb over my nipple. "Suck on them until you beg."

He pinched my nipple, and I gasped, arching my back. "Tell me again how you don't want me, Scar."

I moaned. "Oliver..."

"Fuck, can't you see what you do to me?" He grabbed my hand, placing it on his chest, then dragging it down to his erection. I clenched as I cupped him through his shorts.