I Hate You...I Think (11 page)

             
"You're telling me there is a possible video of me and Oliver..." I gaped at him in absolute horror.

             
"Well no one is going to see it but him. Jeez, what kind of perverts do you take us for?" Jake laughed punching me lightly in the arm. I sighed. I think I slept with Oliver. He was drunk and probably don't remember doing it either. At least I don't think he remembers. I hung my head in shame.

             
"What's wrong?" Jake asked.

             
"I have been so worried about my problems and Logan is hurt."

             
Jake shook his head. "He's not as bad as he looks trust me. That boy bruises easily and whines like a baby. He'll be perfectly fine," he reassured.

             
"Promise?"

             
He nodded. "Cross my heart," he grinned.

             
I smiled. Jake was so easy to talk to, I can understand why him and Oliver were best friends.

             
"So are you going to class today? If so you’re probably going to be late," he remarked looking at the clock on the dash. Honestly, I didn't feel like going to class.

             
I shook my head. "Hell no."

             
He chuckled shaking his head. "I probably better get back before he thinks I got roughed up to."

             
"Ok. Thanks, Jake."

             
Reaching over the center console I hugged him.

             
"See you later munchkin, and try not to be to mad at Oliver...k?"

             
"I'll try," I grinned. I waved at Jake and shut the door, heading up to my apartment for some more sleep but I couldn't get Oliver or poor Logan out of my head. It's going to be a long day.

Chapter S
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              I woke to the sound of a knock on my apartment door. Pulling my phone out from under my pillow I saw it was four. How could I have slept so late? Oh, that's right it's Saturday.

Groaning, I hauled myself out of bed. My body was heavy and I felt exhausted. I was still in my tank top and shorts with messy hair, I didn't care. There was another knock. I unlocked my door and jerked it open glaring viciously at whoever was on the other side.

              I was startled to see all seven boys standing at my door step peering over each other's shoulders to look at me. Logan was one of them. He looked a lot better than he had Friday morning. The cut over his eye was cleaned up and had had some white tape stuff over it. A long purple bruise covered the whole left side of his face. But he looked good for the most part, and happy.

             
"Did you just wake up?" Oliver asked me pushing past me into my apartment.

             
"Sure, you can come in, Oliver. Thanks for asking, and yes I did just wake up," I grumbled and ushered the others in and shut the door behind them. Logan was the last to step in and I hugged him gently. He slung an arm around my waist briefly then let me go smiling down at me, then he winked following the others. They were looking around my living room in awe. My simple love seat and chair couldn't fit all of them.

             
"Err...sorry I don't have much furniture," I told them awkwardly still half in my sleep.

             
"This place is nice how much do you pay a month?" Alex asked.

             
"450," I told them.

             
"Wow, really?" Jake asked looking around.

             
I nodded sitting down in my vacant chair, the ones who weren't sitting on the tiny love seat sat on the ground around it.

             
"Do you even realize it's four in the afternoon? You slept all day," Oliver laughed.

             
"So...I enjoy sleeping thank you very much," I glared. Jake gave me a look so I dropped it. Memories of Thursday night filled my head, causing me to blush.

             
"So are you still coming to the tournament tonight?" Oliver asked pursing his lips.

             
I shrugged. "I guess."

             
I watched Logan shoo Alex off my couch so he could sit down. Slowly he fell onto it and sank in.

             
"Are you going Logan?"

             
Logan looked up at his name being called. "Yeah, I ain't missing it cause of this."

             
I pursed my lips at that and opened my mouth to tell him it wasn't a good idea.

             
"Well, you better go get ready then," Oliver cut me off.

             
"Right now?" I whined. I had just woke up. I am not a morning person...well I'm not a just woke up person.             

             
"If I got you a coffee would you get ready faster?" He asked with a smirk. My eyes light up and I nodded swiftly. The guys chuckled.

             
"Fine, I'll go get you a coffee," Oliver told me standing up. I started to jump up and hug him but thought better of it. I looked down at my feet feeling embarrassed again. I'll have to talk to Oliver eventually about what happened. However, I'm afraid of finding out if I had slept with him.

             
"I'll go with you," Eien mumbled and they left.

             
"I got a Wii under there, if you want to play," I told them pointing at me entertainment center.

             
Jet and Logan jumped up; Logan winced, but bolted to it.

             
"And, there are drinks and food and stuff in the kitchen. Are you guy’s hungry?" I asked standing up. All nodded except Jet and Logan who were trying to figure out how to hook up the Wii.

             
"Logan, food?" I asked. Logan snapped his head toward me.

             
Jake roared in laughter. "She just talked to you like a dog; you might as well be wagging your tail now."

             
Rolling my eyes at the now laughing boys I headed for the kitchen and decided to make hamburger helper and mash potatoes, because it's quick and easy. By the time I got done Oliver and Eien were back.

             
Oliver came into the kitchen and sat my coffee on the counter.

             
"I made food, will you tell the guys it's done," I told him. He nodded and started for the living room.

             
"Oliver?" He stopped and looked back at me. "Thanks," I told him lifting my coffee.

He gave me a lopsided grin, causing me to suck scolding hot coffee down my throat. I began coughing and gasping. He chuckled and left the kitchen. Quickly I stuck my head under the water faucet and gulped down cold water. Behind me was a rumble of feet. I dove out of the way to avoid the
oncoming crowd.

             
Oliver was standing in the doorway and nodded at me to go to my bedroom. Leading him to my bedroom was like the longest walk ever. It was just across the living room to my door but it felt like forever to get to it. A million things were running through my head giving me a headache and making my stomach tense.

Once we were inside he closed the door. In one quick motion he turned and wrapped his arms around me pulling me into his chest. His lips found
mine; it was lustful but also gentle.

             
"Oliver?" I muttered against his lips pulling back quickly.

             
"Yeah," he pulled me back a little to look down at me.

             
"Did we...?"

             
"You don't remember?" he asked slowly, his eyes glinted mischievously.

             
I frowned and shook my head. "I was so drunk...I." My shoulders sagged. Did this mean that I had?

             
"Well, it was pretty intense," he commented. I stared at him in horror.

             
"We...I..." I slapped my hand against my forehead.

             
"Don't feel bad, Ever. We were both drunk, it happens," he shrugged like it was no big deal.               Lifting my head slowly to glare at him, I surprised myself by letting out a snarl.

             
"It happens?!" I yelled. "How...what?" I shook my head trying to think of the words anger boiling deep inside me.

             
"It doesn't just "happen", Oliver," I snarled using air quotes. He stood there looking quite amused with himself.

             
"I was a virgin you fucking idiot!" Placing my hands against his chest I shoved him roughly toward the door.

             
"Get the out!" How I could I ever want to be with this arrogant, self-centered jerk?!