Chapter 7

A loud banging on my door wakes me up. I try to ignore it but it just keeps on getting louder and louder until I can no longer ignore it anymore.

I let out an aggravated sigh, getting out of my warm comfortable bed. I don't bother to chuck a shirt on and just walk to the door briefly running a hand through my bed hair.

I open the door to find Oliver standing outside.

I rub my eyes to see if I am seeing this right, Is Oliver actually outside my dorm room at... I glance down at my watch, at 2:15am.

Oliver is flustered, his hair a mess like he has constantly been running a hand through it all night. His eyes are dilated and from his slight sluggish manner I figure he is tipsy. What surprises me though is his eyes, they are firm and hard; like a man on a mission. He doesn't even look this determined before a swim race.

He eyes me squarely, his eyes briefly running down my naked torso before quickly diverting to my eyes. He swallows heavily, a light redness dusts his checks and I question again if my eyes are working right.

"What the fuck? What are you doing here Oliver?" I grunt, my voice husky from sleep.

I lean against my door frame crossing my arms over my chest. "Here to thank me for my advice? Cause you could have just done that in the morning."

He runs a hand through his messy mop of brown locks. "It's still in process—your advice I mean."

I furrow my brows, confused. "What do you mean? Did you not kiss the poor fella?"

He grimaces, and for a moment I feel a little bad. Maybe that was too far? But then I remember him kissing that girl in the red dress and I am mad again.

I run a hand through my hair, "What do you want then Fowler? More advice, Cause my advice only extended before 1, and I usually don't give out advice. So, count yourself lucky that I was drunk enough and in a generous enough mood to give you some"

His lip twitches. "How courteous of you"

I scoff in response, eyeing him.

There is a pregnant pause and I lick my dry lips. I am slightly nervous and tense with him here. It is one thing to see him at swimming and parties but at my dorm room?

This feels more... personal.

His eyes follow the movement of my tongue, but it is so brief I am unsure if I saw it or not. I should really get my eyes checked out.

"So... what are you doing here golden boy? Need some kissing advice too? Did the girl in the red dress complai—"

I am instantly silenced.

In a blink, Oliver is crashing his lips against mine. He does it with so much force that my head thumps into the door frame behind me, startling me.

Holy shit.

He doesn't waste a second, he crowds me more into the door frame pressing me firmly against it with his body. I am in shock for a moment, eyes wide open with Oliver's lips very much attached to mine. His plump wet lips are surprisingly soft. I quickly lose my train of thought, my mind becoming dizzy.

His lips are nice, really nice. Too nice to not give into... He sucks in a slightly unsteady breath when my lips respond to his like he wasn't expecting it, but he recovers quickly kissing me harsher and harder than before.

He draws his tongue across my bottom lip and my lips part in shook, he takes advantage of it slipping his tongue between my lips like a starved man and I am his salvation And I couldn't even tell you my fucking name at this point. That's how far gone I am.

My stomach clenches when his tongue meets mine, fighting for dominance. He wins, obviously. His lips dominating mine, this guy really likes to be in control.

He pulls my hair harshly and an uncontrollable groan comes out of my mouth. I hear him mumble fuck against my lips and his raspy voice is hot as fuck.

He distances our lips for some overdue oxygen. Both of us are breathing heavily. He pushes me into my dorm room, a fire in his eyes. I stumble back a little caught off guard by his aggression, not used to him being so forceful.

He kicks the door shut behind him and advances on me, like a predator who has found its prey. He is only a few inches taller than me but he makes me know, standing tall and broad, his tall frame making me feel fucking small.

I can hardly breathe my breath coming out in short pants, my mind starting to process what just happened.

"W-what are you...?" I die off.

"This is the last thing, right?" He questions, "Kiss the guy."

"Yeah, but I meant..."

He steps closer.

"What if that was you?"

I laugh, the thought is truly humorous. "It's not. You can't."

He has got to be fucking with me, there is no way that someone like Oliver Fowler could like me. While I hate to say it, this guy is undoubtedly out of the league.

He surveys me for a moment, an unreadable expression on his face and his eyes considerably darker.

"Right, I mean why would I like you?"

I frown opening my mouth to reply, but he steps closer trapping me against the wall, and whatever I was going to say leaves my mind.

"Your rude."

He tangles his fingers in my hair allowing him to manipulate my head however he pleases.

"Mean."

He tugs at my head, forcing me to bare my neck, being kind of... rough.

"And cold"

He moves his head to my ear.

"Good thing I am always warm" He breaths before biting my ear playfully.

I bite my lip to stop myself from making embarrassing sounds.

"Do you want me to warm you up baby?" He murmurs against my neck.

Fuck me.

His fingers are hot on the bare skin of my chest, the warmth of his touch seeping in, I shudder. The body heat he is omitting isn't unwelcome. I grip the bottom of his shirt, trying to stabilise myself.

I tug him closer. He needs to be closer.

A loud bang on my door jolts me. Oliver notices it he doesn't show it; he continues to kiss sloppy kisses along my jaw leaving a trail of sparks and heat behind. I tilt my head giving him more access because truly, who can deny this guy?

The bang comes again, louder this time.

"Ignore it." Oliver grunts biting my neck harshly.

I am panting by this point, my body on fucking fire. And I don't like how well my body responds to his. I push him away—well try to, but the guy doesn't budge.

"Gimme a sec" I mumble, struggling to think properly with him in such close proximity.

He grunts in objection but reluctantly takes a step back.

I adjust my sweat pants and run a hand through my hair before opening the door, and when I do I scowl.

"Andy? What are you doing here?"

"What am I doing here? Where did you go? Not even a text man, I have been blowing up your phone for the last 2 hours! I was worri–" Andy dies off, his eyes wide as he looks at something behind me.

"Oliver?" He says, his voice a pitch higher.

Oliver looks sheepish as he steps closer into the light cast from the hallway. He looks flustered, his cheeks flushed as he runs a hand through his unruly hair.

"Hey, Andy."

Andy is speechless for a second and I can see the cogs turning in his head. I wince in anticipation.

"Hey, Oliver. Good to see you, man... um sorry I interrupted, ah, whatever this is..."

I mentally face palm myself.

Oliver flushes slightly and I am suddenly fascinated by the pink hue painting his cheeks. I didn't think it was even possible to make the guy blush.

"So... ah what's happening here?" Andy presses, and I have never wanted to strangle anyone more than I do right now.

"You sure you two are alright in the same room?" He briefly looks over both of us as if he is looking for injuries.

I run a hand down my face, "Fuck, stop please." I groan.

Andy looks confused when he can't see anything. "Were we having a secret swim team meeting that I didn't know about or something?"

I let out a frustrated puff of breath when Andy waltzes into my room uninvited. I feel very mixed emotions now, my mind muddles.

Oliver looks hesitant, "Ah I better go, I'll see you guys later." He says, smoothly walking out pausing in my doorway. He looks back at me, looking conflicted. But then he shakes his head and leaves.

It takes a for seconds after Oliver is gone for it to clicks for Andy, and when it does he starts to freak out. "Omg, omg, oh my FUCKING GOD! You guys totally have something going on!" He yells to himself, seemingly more proud of himself for figuring out than shocked.

I quickly cover his mouth with my hand, "Keep it down would, it is 2 something in the morning. People are trying to sleep!"

He mumbles an apology under his breath and I cautiously remove my hand.

"Holy shit" He whispers like he still can't believe it. 'How the fuck did you get Oliver's attention?"

I run a hand down my face, "I don't know, I'm really fucking confused right now..."

He snorts, "Same."

I shoot him a glare, "Hey I could so land Oliver if I wanted to!"

He raises an eyebrow, "Yeah I saw, I am just confused as to how..."

I narrow my eyes on him. "I can be pleasant... sometimes"

He chuckles, "Yeah but never too Oliver, you are always such a dick to him. Honestly, man, I'm just kind of surprised, I thought you hated him."

I do hate him.

His lips are just... really soft.

***

For the next two days, I didn't see Oliver. Coach gave us the weekend off from swimming as a break for our bodies before our next swim comp. I was slightly on edge for those two days, unsure what it was going to be like when I went back to swimming.

While the coach's instructions were very clear to rest, I just can't help myself. I had to swim. It is the only way I can clear my head—and my head is a hot mess. Swimming gives me clarity, it burns off any frustration and stress I have, but it doesn't seem to be doing the job today. So I decide to stop swimming and just float. The cold water is nice, it is refreshing, and it is distracting.

But not distracting enough.

I keep on thinking about it, going over what happened over and over in my mind. Oliver was drinking that night, clearly tipsy and quite out of character. And I feel like a piece of shit for letting him kiss me. He probably regrets it and that thought makes my stomach feel sick. I hope he doesn't think I was taking advantage of him.

I am also real fucking confused as to why I kissed him back. I try not to think too hard about it cause it hurts my brain.

I let myself sink to the bottom of the pool and sit there, engulfed in the cold water. My lungs protesting but I ignore it.

While I am here underwater holding my breath, every other sane student is probably studying. Mid-year exams are nearing is everyone is flat out freaking out about them. I haven't so much as opened a book yet, I have a photogenic memory which comes in handy for tests. So everyone is losing sleep about their nearing exams, I am swimming; trying to rid of the memory of Oliver's stupid soft lips.

Andy is still in shock over what happened, it is all he can talk about and it is driving me insane. It is difficult to forget about it when Andy is talking about it twentyfour-seven.

My lungs start to burn but I don't move. I wish I could just stay underwater and avoid all my problems. It is so much more peaceful under here. But sooner or later I am going to face my problems. Our next comp is out of town, a 4-hour bus drive to go to a motel for our comp. 2 nights away stuck with the swim team. I normally don't mind it too much, but I like my own space, and having to sleep in the same room as them is kind of annoying. The good thing is that all Oliver's mates what to share a room with Oliver so I don't have to sleep in the same room as him.

The bad news is that Oliver holds a lot of power as team captain. Coach relies on him to keep everyone in check. I just hope Oliver is tyrannical with his captain privileges. He is a good captain, everyone loves him, but I hope he doesn't use that power over me.

My lungs can't handle it anymore and I break the surface sucking in sweet air. My mind still a mess, but a little less.