I Hate You...I Think Page 15

  Chapter Fourteen

  I woke curled up against something warm and smooth. I smiled to myself knowing it was Oliver. Peeling my eyes open it was dark. I didn't move knowing my stomach would not like it. I laid there for a moment listening to Oliver's soft breathing and his heart beating ever so gently under my ear.

  Then I noticed something. My legs were extremely cold. Slowly I lifted my head to look down at myself. It was stupid knowing I couldn't see in the dark.

  I ran my hands over the shirt I was wearing. It was large and definitely not mine. I also realized I wasn't wearing any pants or anything. My cheeks flushed. The smell of tag spray, body wash, and whatever detergent Oliver used hit me.

  I lifted the collar of the shirt to my nose and inhaled. Yep, it was definitely Oliver's shirt. This only made me blush ten times worse. Had he changed me? That thought made my already sensitive stomach do a back flip. I noticed how horrible my stomach felt then and the burning slowly crawling up my esophagus reached the back of my throat. I cringed. Oliver slowly stirred next to me. He rolled over placing his arms around me and tried to pull me back down in bed.

  "No..." I told him pushing him away gently. He lifted his head off the pillow to look at me.

  "Are you okay?" he asked his voice thick with sleep and worry.

  "I have a hangover," I told him holding my turning stomach. He let out a breath that sounded like a laugh.

  "Remind me to not eat hot coals again please."

  This time he let out a chuckle and sat up.

  "Give me a sec and I'll help that," he smiled reaching over and kissing my nose. A smile spread across my face.

  "Lie on your left side and don't move much," he told me throwing the blankets back. I lay back cringing.

  "Your left side, Ever," he laughed. Slowly I rolled to my side my back to him. I heard his bedroom door open then close again.

  I must have dosed off because before I knew it he was back. My stomach not any better at all.

  "Sit up, bun," he told me turning on a light.

  "Bun?" I asked sitting up and groaning as the light hit my eyes, my head exploding in pain. Oliver sat something in my lap while I clinched my eyes shut. I opened them to look down at a plate of eggs and a glass cup with water and another with pinkish red liquid in it. I stared at is moment.

  "Is it blood?" I asked.

  He burst out laughing. "Are you still drunk?" he laughed looking down at me tilting my chin up to look me in the eye.

  "No," I huffed glaring at the plate of eggs, which did not look appetizing at all.

  "It's a fruit smoothie," he smirked.

  I stared at the cup a moment. Of all the things to bring someone with a hangover, why this?

  "It'll help I promise," he told me sitting down next to me.

  "I don't have to eat them," I pointed to the eggs disgusted. "Do I?"

  "No, but drink the smoothie."

  Begrudgingly, I lifted the glass to my lips and sipped it. Surprisingly, my throat stopped burning. I took another gulp. Wow this is great. I gulped down the rest of the drink quickly, my stomach already feeling better.

  "Here," he took my hand placing two tablets in my hand. I took them and drank the entire glass of water. My stomach was now full of liquids but it seemed happy, though the taste in my mouth was another story.

  "Better?" Oliver asked taking a strand of my hair and placing it behind my ear. Before he could pull his hand away again I snatched it and kissed the top of it. He flashed an adorable lopsided grin. Leaning forward he pressed his lips to mine.

  "What have I said about your touchy gooey moments?" Jake announced from the doorway. Oliver and I groaned in unison. I was getting sick of interrupted.

  "Jake, get out before I chuck this glass at your head," I warned lifting the cup off the tray in my lap. Oliver snatched my hand.

  "Please don't break my glass," he told me taking it and the tray away from me and sitting it on the dresser.

  "Oh thanks," Jake replied sarcastically to Oliver. "Glad you’re worried about your best friend."

  "Here throw this," Oliver told me handing me his shoe. I grinned as Jake's eye went big. He ducked out of the way as the shoe flew over his head and hit the wall behind him, with the loudest thud ever. There was a shriek from down the hall, as it clearly woke Kimmy.

  "Sorry!" I yelled.

  "Dude!" Logan yelled back.

  "Why are you people yelling?" Jet asked stumbling into the room rubbing his eyes.

  "Ever, tried to kill me with a shoe," Jake told him.

  Jet laughed, then looked at me. "You missed."

  "Hey!" Jake said looking offended. Logan suddenly ran in tackling Jake and Jet to the ground. The three started rolling around on the floor wrestling. I'd never seen them act like this.

  "I think there still drunk," Oliver laughed as if reading my mind.

  "Are not!" Jake and Logan yelled looking up at Oliver. Jet who was lying on his back looked back at us upside down.

  "I didn't even drink."

  Alex popped into the room diving in the middle of them.

  "Gahhh!" They yelled kicking and shoving to get him off. Someone cleared there throat. I looked back at the doorway to see Kimmy standing there with her hands on her hips. Tyler was poking his head around the doorway smiling slightly at the madness before him.

  "Oh...uh...hi Kimmy," I said sheepishly. I knew she was unhappy about being woken up.

  "Don't “Hi Kimmy” me," she grumbled stepping over the flopping boys and came over to the foot of the bed.

  "I love you," I grinned innocently. I saw her trying not to smile.

  "So umm...now that you two are awake, are you leaving?" She asked lifting a piece of her hair and examining it.

  "Are you trying to get rid of us?" Oliver asked.

  "Maybe..." she grinned.

  "No she's ready for you two to go do "stuff" so that Ever will quit blushing all the time," Alex put in pushing himself from the ground. He wasn't standing long as Kimmy turned smacking him in the stomach and he went back down again his butt landing on Jake's head. Jake screamed like a little girl, which made everyone in the room just about die from laughter.

  "I told you he was gay!" I exclaimed holding my stomach, it hurt from laughing so hard.

  "I am not!" Jake's muffled voice came from under Alex who was now purposely sitting on his head. Jake lifted Alex off and dumped him over on to the ground. Sitting up he began rubbing his face hard and sticking out his tongue in disgust.

  "Wait!" I gasp realizing what Alex had said. "Kimmy!" I yelled looking at her. She was near the closet picking up my blue suitcase and dropping on the bed.

  "Yes?" she smiled.

  "I'll take this as a cue to leave," Oliver smirked looking up from my suitcase to me.

  "Yep, so get up Ever," Kimmy said jerking at the blankets. I screamed clutching them tight in my hands.

  "NO!"

  "She has no pants on," Oliver informed Kimmy with a smug grin on his face.

  Kimmy's mouth dropped open and all wrestling ceased as the stared up at me.

  "You...he..." she accused, pointing back and forth from me and Oliver.

  "No! We didn't!" I blurted my face going a very deep shade of red.

  "I didn't think she'd be comfortable sleeping in that dress and I couldn't find her clothes," Oliver shrugged looking down at my suitcase.

  "Y...y...ou...” my mouth was hanging open. He had changed me.

  Kimmy awed, "You changed her. How sweet," she cooed.

  "OUT!" I bellowed. "Everyone out!"

  "You’re kicking me out of my own room?" Oliver mused.

  "Damn straight," I told him throwing his pillow at him. Oliver shoed everyone out. Kimmy looked back and winked at me before Oliver shut the door on her.

  "I thought I-"

  "I'll be in the bathroom," he laughed walking across the room and shutting the door behind him. I sat there a moment till I heard him turn on the shower.

  Getting up quickly I looke
d down at myself. I was wearing one of Oliver's band tees. I smiled at it and was tempted to just throw on some jeans and wear it. I thought better of it. Pulling it over my head I inhaled his scent and threw it on the bed.

  Digging around in my luggage I pulled out a pair of black skinny jeans and a blue and black stripped shirt. The sleeves slide down my arms showing my throat, collar bone and shoulders.

  I was pulling on my boots when the bathroom door opened. I glanced up for a moment and stopped my jaw hitting the floor. Oliver stepped out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist and another in his hand drying his hair. My eyes were glued to his toned stomach and arms.

  Without thinking I found myself going to him. He threw the towel on his shoulder and looked up at me from under his dark hair. He gave a questioning look wrapping his arms around my waist pulling into him. Running my hands up his stomach to his chest he let out a small groan.

  "Ever," he breathed. I continued upwards till I reached his face and pulled his head to me to kiss his soft lips. He tightened his arms around me his hand in my hair. There was a loud pounding on the door.

  Groaning he pulled away.

  "What!" he barked.

  "Stop making out!" Jake yelled.

  "How the hell did you even know?" I yelled back, stepping away from Oliver who reluctantly let me go. He ran his hand through his hair in annoyance. Jake let out an evil cackle from beyond the door and I hear him move away.

  "We're leaving, right now," Oliver grumbled going to his closet and throwing a shirt over his head. His towel dropped suddenly and he cursed but I was frozen in shock staring at his perfect backside. He looked over his shoulder and a smirk instantly spread across his face.

  "Like what you see?" he grinned. "I can turn around..?"

  That snapped me out of my stare instantly my face surely glowing in embarrassment; I turned and bolted from the room slamming the door behind me.

  I was excited bouncing up and down in my seat.

  "Ever, knock it off," Oliver laughed.

  "Never!" I declared laughing.

  He shook his head. "I'm going to murder, Logan. What did he give you anyways?"

  "5-hour energy. It tasted like crap, but I have so much energy. Are we almost there?" I asked shifting uncomfortably in my seat. I wanted out of Jet's stuffy little car.

  Oliver grumbled under his breath about beating Logan when we got home.

  "Oh look! Kitty!" I grinned seeing a cat run across the street. I knew it would annoy Oliver and I was right. Oliver jumped slightly at my high pitched voice.

  "Ever, I love you but baby girl calm down," he frowned running his hand through his hair.

  I frowned back at him sinking into my seat. He relaxed his grip on the steering wheel a small smile on his face. It was silent a moment which was driving me crazy. I smirked and quickly reached over and poked him in the side.

  He jumped. "Everlyn Ann F-," he scolded.

  "Are we there yet?" I cut in grinned innocently at him.

  Oliver groaned pinching the bridge of his nose but I could see his lips turned up a little at the side.

  "We left ten minutes ago."

  "Sooo?" I asked in a 'duh' tone.

  He sighed, "So it'll be another fifteen to twenty minutes before we get there."

  "Fine," I grumbled and reached over turning on the radio. Rihanna was playing, so I started singing.

  "The affliction of the feeling leaves me wanting more."

  "Cause I may be bad, but I'm perfectly good at it."

  "Sex in the air, I don't care, I love the smell of it."

  "Sticks and stones may break my bones, but chains and whips excite meeee."

  Oliver suddenly shut off the radio.

  "Oliver," I groaned. "You’re not letting me do anything."

  "Ever, I know damn well you’re doing it on purpose," he smirked.

  I looked with fake shock. "Me? Never!"

  By the time we reached the hotel Oliver was grumbling and cursing everything under the sun, and I found it incredibly amusing. The valet who was came to help us get our bags out of the trunk didn't know what to make of us. I kept swaying back and forth on the balls of my feet, while Oliver kind of scowled at me. Then he snapped at the valet for staring at me. We entered the hotel and I was in awe. This hotel definitely had to cost a lot. There were sculpted angels around the ceiling. Taking Oliver's hand I started to skip forward but he jerked me back to his side and wrapped his arm tight around me waist.

  "Ever, if you don't knock it off, I will spank your ass here in front of all of these people," he growled into my ear. I gaped at him in shock. Would he really? The hard look on his face told me he would.

  "You’re a jerk face," I huffed. Oliver's hand slide down to my rear and he pinched. I jumped and tried to pull away. Chuckling he held me tight to his side as we approached the desk. A woman stood behind the desk. She looked up at as over her glasses, she smiled sweetly. I guessed she had to be in her twenties or so. She looked Oliver up and down.

  "Welcome to the Marion Hotel, my names Bethany, how many I help you?"

  "I have a room reserved for Oliver Wolfe," Oliver told him looking everywhere but at her. She was silent a moment trying to catch his eye but when he didn't look at her, her smile dropped and she began typing.

  "Yes, here you are Mr. Wolfe," she said producing some key cards for the room. Oliver reached out grabbing them but the woman didn't let them go immediately, so he looked up at her.

  "You room number is 303, on the third floor. If you need anything just ring the front desk," she grinned seductively.

  "Thanks he's got all he needs though," I told her snatching the key cards from both there grasps. As we walked away Oliver began laughing.

  "Jealous much?"

  I glared at him. We crossed the room to the elevators. We slipped inside, the doors were shutting just as a hand stuck in it and they opened back up. Three young teens entered. One looked at me.

  "Hey there sugar," he winked.

  Smirking I looked at Oliver seeing him scowling at the kid.

  "What's a beautiful thing like yourself doing hanging with this square?" The kid asked placing his hand on the wall leaning next to me. His friends behind him snickered.

  "How old are you?" Oliver asked clearly annoyed.

  "Just turned sixteen last tuesday," the kid winked at me his shaggy brown hair falling in his eyes he tossed his head to get it out of his face.

  Oliver scoffed. "You're barely an adolesent."

  "No one asked for your input old man," the kid told him then leaned toward me.

  "So baby you want to hang out with us by the pool?" he looked me over again. "You ain't got to wear anything if you don't want to."

  "Isn't your mommy looking for you?" Oliver asked the boy like he was a three year old.

  I stiffled a laugh, before Oliver could get into a fight with the kid the doors opened up.

  "Last chance babe," the kid told me moving to the door.

  "Maybe I'll see you down at the pool later," I told him and winked. The kid looked slightly shocked and stepped back out into the hall. I blew him a kiss as the doors shut.

  Oliver stepped in front of me, I looked up at him through my eye lashes and batted them.

  "Jealous much?" I asked sweetly.

  The doors opened behind him. Side stepping him I entered the third floor hallway and looked at the door numbers. Turning left down the hall I knew Oliver was behind me but I didn't turn to look not wanting him to see the smirk on my face.

  Finding our door I opened it and stepped inside. I dropped my suitcase instantly and looked around. The walls were maroon with grey panneling, black swirls in each square. The bedding had silky white sheets with the same swirling designs on them, and a black conforter.

  I started to step toward it, but Oliver lifted me from behind suddenly taking me and dropping me on the bed pinning me down. I forgot how to breath as he pressed his hips into mine. A warmth spread from my legs up into my chest
.

  "You have been a pain in the ass the whole way up here," he growled in my ear, his hot breath on my neck. His lips grazed my ear and he began kissing down to my collar bone and shoulder. His lips pressed into a certain spot and a shutter ran through me. He froze I could feel him smile against mine skin. Without warning he nibbled on the same spot and my back ached involentary, and I moaned softly.

  "Oliver," I breathed, not understanding the sudden feelings swirling inside me. He pulled his face back and captured my mouth with his. Releasing my wrists he pulled me with him back off the bed. I wrapped my legs around his waist. He turned sitting on the bed with me in his lap. Placing his forehead to mine our nose touching.

  "It'd be best if we saved the rest of this for tonight," he chuckled as I tried to kiss him again. I stopped trying to kiss his sweet soft lips and leaned back to look at him.

  I opened my mouth but wasn't sure what to say.

  "You ready to go meet my sister?" he asked changing the topic as if he knew what I was about to ask. I shut my mouth and nodded.

  "Then afterwards I'm taking you to dinner. The best restaurant I know," he assured.

  "So would that be a date?"

  He looked thoughtful. "Yes and our first if you don't count me taking you to breakfast a few weeks ago."

  "I don't," I shrugged pretending to look at my nails. "So no lying in bed and making out?"

  I looking at him with a pout I'd seen Kimmy use on Alex once. Oliver's eyes lingered on my lips; I could feel his heart accelerate under my fingertips. Taking this as a good sign I leaned in kissing him quickly locking my fingers into his hair so he couldn't pull away. He quickly dominated the kiss nibbling on my lip till I opened it and he slide his tongue in exploring every inch. We pulled apart gasping for air.

  "You're evil," he breathed.

  "How am I evil?" I laughed.

  "Seducing me like that and you say you’re a virgin."

  My face burned and I lowered my eyes to his shirt. He leaned forward kissing my forehead.

  "I told Angie I'd be over there around one so we better get going cause I have stuff planned for us tonight." He sat me down on the bed and stood up running his hands through his hair.