CHAPTER 59: EAT A CACTUS!!

Chapter Fifty Nine

**Oliver West**

Or maybe in his eyes, I wasn’t good enough to like him.

Maybe I was even less than every other person he’d been with. Despite everything that had happened between us all these years, I’d never hated him, because of this silly stupid childhood crush that refused to go away.

Unwillingly, I felt my eyes prickle with tears. I couldn’t allow them to fall in his presence. It would only add further to my humiliation.

I could almost see myself in one of those stories with extremely long titles: The delulu boy confessed to bully after a drunken night but was flatly rejected.

Too bad, this wasn’t a CEO romance, so I had no hope of being compensated with an unlimited credit card.

"Fine! I know I shouldn’t like you, it’s not like we’re in a relationship either, I’m an idiot with messed-up feelings. So, can I leave now!" I clenched out.

To my surprise, Kieran looked taken aback.

His expression was even fiercer and darker than before, which proved everything right. Anyone could like him, but not me.

Not Oliver West.

The fact that he was playing boyfriend with me didn’t make him truly gay.

I stumbled backwards, away from his unreadable expression, and I turned towards the door. My shaky hand barely gripped the knob when I felt his warmth against my back

"Ollie, wait..."

He snatched my wrist, spinning me around again, and the dam I had been fighting to hold back finally spilt.

I couldn’t tell why I felt so hurt and angry. Okay, I could tell.

Everything seemed too easy for him, like he couldn’t care less if we had drunkenly spent the night together. But it was everything to me. It was my first time. I had imagined myself giving it away to someone who loved me. Someone I would grow old with, but he just shattered the fairytale world I had built.

How did I even manage to like a person like him? This crazy psychopath!

I met his amused smirk with a blurry gaze. What the heck was so funny??!

"I never slept with you, you crybaby," He flicked my head with a finger. My jaw dropped in surprise and he was grinning fully now.

He’d been messing around with me? "You took it too far!" I yelled, somehow I felt even angrier.

"What? I thought you’d be pleased, but you sound disappointed. Are you regretting that we didn’t have sex?"

"W-whaaaat? No! Of course not!"

Kieran snorted. Now, I felt even more like a fool. "You also never confessed to liking me last night Ollie,"

What?!

I nearly exploded in shock. I didn’t say it? Then Kieran tricked me?

Kieran smiled smugly and I instantly tried to deny my feelings while my inside cringed with self-hate. Why did I always fall too easily for his tricks?

"No! I don’t like you! I was just confused and. . ."

"You said it twice, Ollie. You like me, and honestly, I don’t know why you do, but I’m glad to hear your love confession,"

LOVE!

"I don’t love you! I d-don’t even like you, what’s there to like?" All of a sudden, another memory struck into my head.

I could hear myself telling William that two hot boys were fighting over me, and that. . . I chose K-Kieran because he was taller and. . . Sexier?!

Oh God!

How many other embarrassing things happened last night? I don’t even want to remember!

"Kieran, I didn’t mean it, believe me!"

But Kieran only laughed at my silly attempts to ’unconfess’.

This was another level of shame unlocked just when I thought I had already met the final boss in my chamber of Oliver’s shameful existence.

"I want to go home," I mumbled under my breath.

"You’re not going anywhere," Kieran said firmly. "After all, we had planned to spend the day together."

I recalled the shopping he’d insisted on and winced, so in the end, I hadn’t been able to change my fate. "I need a bath and clean clothes. Of course, I’m going home. Besides, my mom..."

"I already called her, she thinks you came here from William’s place,"

He called my mom?!

To my complete shock, Kieran walked to open a nearby closet and started pulling out items like he was some kind of magical boyfriend fairy. Shampoo.

Check.

Toothbrush

Check.

A fluffy towel that looked more expensive than my entire wardrobe. Check.

I stared at him in bewilderment. "Why do you have all this stuff?"

"I stay here sometimes," he said simply, then handed me a neat pile of clothes.

I held up the shirt - it was definitely going to be huge on me. The pants would probably fall right off.

"I... I don’t have underwear," I mumbled, Kieran’s eyes lit up with pure mischief, and I immediately regretted opening my mouth.

"I’d love to give you a pair," he said with a smirk, his eyes slowly trailed down my body, to my lower part until I felt like clutching myself, anything to save me from his assessing gaze

"But based on what I saw last night, my underwear won’t suit you."

My jaw dropped and my body flared defensively. "I’m not that small!" I was pretty sure I could feel hot steam escaping my ears.

Kieran laughed again and held up his pinky finger and wiggled it. "Are you sure about that? Because from what I remember, it was more like..." He made an even tinier gesture.

"THAT’S NOT— I’M NOT— YOU DIDN’T EVEN SEE ANYTHING!" I sputtered, my voice cracking embarrassingly.

"Oh, but I did. Also, remember your video? I had to zoom hard before I could even locate it!

I felt my skin melt off my bones.

"You’re lying!" I shrieked, but my voice came out as more of a squeak.

"It’s nearly nine years now, why did it look exactly the same as back then?"

"Bastard!!!" I screeched at him before I raced into the bathroom, slamming the door behind me.

Kieran’s laughter followed me, that deep rumbling sound that made me want to both hit him and hide under a rock.

Once safely locked inside, I stripped for the shower, but first, I walked to the wall mirror. I hated that Kieran was making me do this. I started inspecting myself with the dedication of a scientist conducting important research.

"Not that small," I said to my reflection, folding my fingers into a pumped fist.

"Definitely not pinky-sized. Maybe... maybe thumb-sized? That’s respectable, right?"

I turned sideways, then the other way, trying to get a better assessment.

"Kieran is a liar and a bully and probably legally blind," I announced to the bathroom tiles. "There’s nothing wrong with my... my... proportions! And anyone who says otherwise can go eat a cactus."

I shook my head firmly. I refused to let that smug bastard get in my head about this too.

I brushed my teeth furiously when my gaze caught my reflection.

I shuddered in disgust when I saw the sticky white substance on some parts of my face.

Had puke even gotten on my face? Gross!

No wonder Kieran couldn’t be bothered to even touch me.

I wiped my face and splashed water on it repeatedly, trying to get rid of every trace. My eyes fell on the deep reddish discolouration of my neck. Was that a hickey??!

Another memory flooded my brain. That Xander guy. I didn’t think he did this much damage, his lips barely grazed my neck before I moved away. . . Or did I not?

After everything, I had to admit Kieran wasn’t too bad. At least he didn’t harass me when I was vulnerable.

But I was too embarrassed to go out. How did I even get fooled so easily into confessing my feelings?

What was going to happen now?