I Hate You...I Think by Anna Davis Read Free Book Online Page B

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                  "Your life isn't in danger, Ever. Don't be so dramatic," Oliver rolled his eyes.
                  "Dramatic! I have a right to be, Oliver. That guy back there was going to 'take me'. I don't want to be part of your gang issues. I worked my ass off to get scholarships and go to college. I don't expect 'you' to understand that. You’re too worried about how amusing I am to you."
                  I was seething with anger. He is such a self-centered, arrogant, freaking asshole.
                  "Well, are you going to get out or not?" Oliver asked emotionless. I stared at him a moment then looked out the window. We were at my apartment, already. Pursing my lips I glared at Oliver slinging the car door open I jumped out throwing my purse over my shoulder. I didn't even bother with the drink leaving it in the seat; I slammed the door and stomped across the parking lot to the building. Tires screeched behind me, I turned back a brief moment and saw Olive tear out of the parking lot.
                  Maybe I'll just skip his class tomorrow. Yeah. I think that's what I'll do.
                  I got up to my apartment and tested the knob before placing my key in it and opening the door. After locking my door I collapsed on the couch and pulled out my phone. There was a missed call from Kimmy. I quickly called her back.
                  "Ever!" She greeted.
                  "Hey!" I replied. "How was your date?"
                  "Suckish," she groaned.
                  "Why what happened?" I asking flipping on the TV and scanning the channels for something to watch.
                  "Eh...he was a loser, and only want...you know," she told me disgusted.
                  "Well, we should hang out. I haven't seen you since Monday."
                  "Tomorrow, it's supposed to be warm. We should go down to the beach after classes," she offered in an excited tone.
                  "That sounds great!"
                  "So, what did you do tonight?"
                  "Umm...well...l...let's talk about it tomorrow when I see you okay," I stuttered.
                  "Is it something bad?" She asked in a worried tone.
                  "It depends on what you classify as bad."
                  "Ever," she started in an accusing tone, "How do you always find yourself in trouble. Remember that time in the sixth grade when we went to the mall and you just 'had' to go and explore the section that they were renovating. Then, those old perverts who were working back there wanted to "get to know us better". It better not be something like that. You’ve always been too curious for your own good," she told me.
    I could hear the disapproval in her voice. I bite my lip, maybe I shouldn't tell her.
                  "We'll talk about it tomorrow," I told her.
                  She sighed, "Okay. I'm headed to bed now, I'll see you tomorrow."
                  "K, night Kimmy."
                 
                  "Let's go swimming!" Kimmy whined.
                  I looked up at her from my beach chair; she was hovering over me with her hands on her hips.
                  "So you’re not upset?" I asked confused.
                  "Of course, I am!" She yelled. I cringed. "But, it's happened and there's nothing you can do about it. I think it's kind of cute. Why don't you just tell Oliver you like him?"
                  "Shhh!" I scolded.
                  "Sorry," she whispered looking around. "It's not like he's here or anything."
                  "He might be!" I cried, looking around with wide eyes. I had ditched his class today and even passed up getting my coffee this morning just to avoid him. He might be out