When Summer Ends (26 page)

When his tongue traced along my bottom lip wanting to deepen
the kiss and take it further, I squeezed my eyes shut and opened my mouth,
secretly wishing I hadn’t said yes. Olly was actually a really good kisser but
my head and heart were screaming at me that everything was wrong, that I needed
to push him away and call Will to apologise.

Olly’s arms wrapped around me pulling me closer to him,
crushing my chest against his as he kissed me passionately. He moaned into my
mouth as I looped my arms around his neck. He moved slightly forward, trying to
make me lay back onto the sofa, but I kept my ground refusing to take it
further than a kiss. When one of his hands trailed down my back towards my
butt, my eyes snapped open in shock and I pulled back, breaking the kiss.

Groping me isn’t exactly taking it slow, Olly!
“I’m
sorry; this is too fast for me.”

He smiled his cute dimpled smile. “Okay, that’s okay.” He
brushed the hair back from my face.

I smiled gratefully at how sweet he was. “Thanks.”

“So was it the kissing or the hands?” he asked, grinning
sheepishly.

I blushed and couldn’t help but laugh uncomfortably.
Both
actually.
“The hands,” I admitted, biting my lip at how stupid and childish
that made me sound.

“So if the kissing was all right, maybe I could sit on my hands?”
he suggested, laughing.

I laughed nervously. “Maybe we should just watch the rest of
the movie,” I suggested.

He grinned and nodded, turning in his seat and taking my
hand, watching the movie as if nothing had happened.

Ten minutes later the front door opened. Olly jumped away
from me like a bomb went off, and I giggled at his concerned face. My mom and
dad both walked into lounge talking about their days. My dad stopped walking
and frowned at Olly menacingly as soon as he spotted him. Olly shrank back into
the sofa a little more, seeming to squirm under my dad’s accusing glare.

Hmm, I wonder if he’ll pass the dad test.
A couple of
boys I’d brought home a year or so ago dumped me after meeting my dad, he liked
to test them and behaved like this for a couple of meetings to see if they were
serious about me. Luckily Nick had passed the test with flying colours so my
dad now liked him. Olly just needed to get past this little glaring stage, and
then he’d start treating him nicely.

I bit my lip nervously as I glanced at Olly who looked like
he was trying to make himself breathe. “Dad, you remember Olly from the other
night?” I asked, trying to keep the amused smile off of my face as my dad went
for his bad cop routine.

Dad nodded slowly. “How could I forget? Nice to see you
again, Olly. So what exactly are you doing here, unchaperoned, with my
daughter?” he asked, raising one eyebrow.

“Er… We were just… er… watching a movie?” Olly stuttered,
making it sound more like a question.

I rolled my eyes and stood up, taking Olly’s hand and
pulling him to his feet too. “Leave him alone, Dad, we were just hanging out.”

“Yeah well two teenagers
‘hanging out’
can lead to
trouble,” my dad replied, “and if you get my daughter in trouble, Olly, then
you’ll have me to deal with.”

I blushed profusely because he was obviously talking about
sex and pregnancy.  

Olly shook his head fiercely. “No, sir, absolutely, I
wouldn’t ever get Chloe in trouble, I mean we’re taking it slow and…” he
trailed off, swallowing loudly. I sighed. My dad had just been pushing his
buttons. Olly wasn’t holding up well at all.

Before the situation could get any more embarrassing I
walked out of the room, pulling Olly along behind me as I marched to the front
door. I chuckled at his pale face. “He’s trying to get to you. Just ignore it,
he’ll stop soon,” I promised.

His eyes flicked over my shoulder as he nodded slowly. “Damn,
he’s scary. He’s not like mafia or anything is he?” he asked, rubbing the back
of his neck nervously.

I laughed. “No he’s CIA, but he’s not allowed to torture
anyone under eighteen so you’re safe until your birthday,” I teased.

He laughed quietly. “Well that’s a relief,” he mused,
rolling his eyes. “So I’d better get going. I’ll see you at school tomorrow.”
He tugged on my hand making me step closer to him as he pressed his lips
against mine softly again just for a split second. He smiled before turning for
the door but stopped with his hand on the door knob. “I forgot, um, I was
wondering… I wanted to ask you earlier during the movie but I chickened out…
so, well… I know you said take it slow, and we can wait if you want to but… er…”
he frowned uncomfortably.

I grinned at how adorable he looked when he was nervous. He’d
had girlfriends before, most of the time serious ones too, because his last
girlfriend he was with for a year and I hadn’t heard about him seeing anyone since
her.

I stepped closer to him, raising one eyebrow playfully. “Are
you trying to ask me out, Oliver?” I teased.

He frowned and winced. “Yeah, sorry I’m not doing a very
good job at it.”

I laughed. “You’re doing fine, just relax, and by the way,
the answer’s yes.”

His nervousness faded instantly as a grin split his face.
“Awesome!” he chirped. “Well I guess I should go before your dad comes out here
and threatens me some more. I’ll text you later, I do better by text, it covers
up the nerves,” he joked. I was grateful that he didn’t try to kiss me again
before he walked out of the door.

I breathed a sigh of relief and leant against the doorframe,
mentally congratulating myself on getting through it. I waved as his car pulled
out and sped off. I smiled sadly to myself and closed the door, leaning against
the wood, thinking about Will. What would he think of me just agreeing to be
Olly’s girlfriend, and more importantly, why did I still care what he would
think?

The following morning Amy and I were gossiping by our lockers
about the Daniel Masters concert. I’d told her on the phone last night that my
parents had managed to get tickets as a surprise. She was so happy she’d
actually cried with joy, she’d cried so much that I couldn’t understand what
she was saying so she had to call me back when she’d calmed down.

Suddenly an arm went around both of our shoulders. “So,
girls, who are we talking about today?” Nick asked, looking around the hallway discreetly.

“Daniel Masters,” Amy breathed dreamily.

“Oh, over-rated gay singers,” Nick replied, nodding as if he
wanted to join in. Amy gasped and elbowed him in the ribs making him laugh and
move his arm from her shoulder. “Ow.” He groaned, rubbing it roughly.

“Aw did the poor baby get hurt by a big bad girl?” she mocked.

From the corner of my eye I saw someone waking towards us. I
forced a smile when I realised it was Olly. We’d text back and forth last night
for about an hour, luckily my parents got me a contract with unlimited texts
because otherwise he’d be costing me a fortune. He was right though, he definitely
did do better by text.

He smiled back, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. His body
seemed a little tense as he stopped in front of me and took my hand. I smiled weakly
and interlaced our fingers. When he pulled me forwards gently making me move
closer to him, Nick’s arm dropped off of my shoulder.

“Hey you,” Olly greeted, seeming a little more relaxed now
that I was closer to him.

“Hey back.” I squeezed his hand a little as he brushed his
other hand across the side of my face softly.

“Want to do something after school today?” he asked, looking
at me hopefully.

I winced. I was studying tonight with Nick. The best days
for him were Tuesdays and Wednesdays so I couldn’t exactly ask him to change
his plans to another night just so he could help me out with my stupid class. I
glanced at Nick to see if he was still up for the tutoring, but he was talking
to Amy again.

“I can’t, Olly, I’m supposed to be studying with Nick
tonight. He helps me with my calculus,” I said apologetically.

He frowned disappointedly, and I suddenly felt terrible
about it. “I could help you study, I don’t mind. It makes more sense for me to
do it, I am your boyfriend after all,” he countered, smirking at me cockily.

“I know you are but Nick already agreed to help me. We’ve
been doing it for the last couple of weeks, and it’s really starting to sink in.
I think it’s best if I don’t mess around with something too much when it’s
working.” I shrugged. Nick seemed to be able to explain it to me extremely well,
and he was so patient with me. He didn’t mind going over and over the same
thing until I understood it. “Besides, it’d be embarrassing for my boyfriend to
find out how much I suck at something,” I added sheepishly.

He sighed but nodded in agreement. “Okay. Do you do it at
the library or something? Maybe we could meet up after.”

I shook my head. “No we do it at his place. It’s part of the
agreement; he tutors me and I have to cook dinner. I’ll be at his place until
late, sorry.”

His frown became more pronounced. “So you study with your
ex-boyfriend at his house, on your own, and then you cook him dinner after and
stay there until late. That’s what you’re saying?” he asked, his voice slightly
hard as he looked at me like I was crazy.

Holy poop, is he jealous of Nick now? What the heck is he
thinking?
“No. I study with a friend and cook him dinner as a thank you.
That’s
what I’m saying,” I corrected defensively.

He sighed and shook his head, forcing a tight smile. “Right
yeah, sorry. Forget I said anything. We can hang out tomorrow night instead, if
you’re free that is.”

I smiled and nodded.
Is he jealous? That was a really
strange, surreal conversation, and not one I wanted to have with a guy I’ve
been dating for less than twenty-four hours!

The rest of the week passed slowly, news spread that Olly and
I were dating which gained me a few glares from girls that had crushes on him.
Olly continued to be really sweet - paying for food and the movie when we went
out, driving me home, walking me to my classes, and texting me endlessly in the
night.

The only thing I didn’t like was his idea of taking it slow.
It was a lot faster than my idea of it. He seemed to keep forgetting himself,
and when we were kissing his hands were a little all over the place. A couple
of times to the point where I had to push him off of me because he was trying
to unclasp my bra or unbutton my pants. As soon as I said something about it,
he stopped immediately and apologised, but I could see he was getting a little
frustrated with me. I wasn’t giving in though, it had been five days since he
asked me out and that just wasn’t long enough for those kind of things to be
happening between us - well, not for me anyway. I had a feeling that he thought
‘taking it slow’ meant that we just wouldn’t have sex for a while, I didn’t
think he realised I wasn’t going to let him past first base.

Will was just the same all week, I felt a little awkward
around him because of his little outburst in his classroom where he accused me
of letting Olly ‘paw me’ as he called it. Things were just a little strained, a
kind of forced friendliness between teacher and student. He didn’t single me
out but he didn’t blank me, just kind of ignored everything that wasn’t to do
with his classes. A couple of times I’d seen him turn around and walk the other
way when I was with Olly, his posture a little stiff. At those times I always wondered
if he was jealous like I thought, but I honestly had no idea so I gave up
trying to work him out.

After school on Friday Olly led me over to the benches
outside so we could hang out for a while before he drove me home. I couldn’t
see him tonight because he was going to a family dinner at his uncle’s house so
he wanted to spend some time with me before he dropped me home. He seemed a
little reluctant to come to my house after the uncomfortable scene with my dad
on Monday. I sat on the bench, soaking up the sun with my eyes closed just
looking forward to having the weekend away from this place and the stress that
it brought with it.

“So what are we doing at the weekend?” Olly asked as he
traced his hand up the side of my leg slowly. I put my hand on top of his,
holding it still when it was about to snake round to my ass.

“Well I can see you tomorrow daytime, but in the evening,
Amy and I are going to a party with a friend of mine,” I replied, shrugging.
Maybe we could go for lunch or something.

He pulled back looking at me curiously. “You’re going to a
party? Who’s is it?”

“A friend of a friend, I don’t know the guy really,” I
admitted. I actually didn’t really want to go now but I couldn’t pull out because
Amy was so damned excited.

“Who’s your friend?” His eyes were a little accusing, hard
and annoyed.

I smiled uncomfortably.
Why is he looking at me like
that?
 “Actually it’s my ex-boyfriend’s brother.”

His body tensed as he looked at me like I’d said something
stupid. “You’re going to a party with your ex-boyfriends brother? The same
ex-boyfriend that you’re still not over?” he asked, his voice hard and accusing.

“Yeah, we’re friends.”
Why on earth is he looking at me
like that? I’m allowed to have friends.

“Oh come on, Chloe, how many freaking male friends does one
girl need?” he spat, pushing himself off of the bench and glaring at me.

Whoa!
“Are you jealous?” I asked shocked.

“I have a right to be jealous, damn it! You’re my girlfriend,
but yet you’re going to a party with another guy, and not just any old guy, but
the brother of the guy who dumped you!” he growled, frowning angrily.

What the hell? There is no way I’m letting him tell me
who I can and can’t hang out with. I don’t care if he feels jealous, there
needs to be trust in a relationship. If he can’t accept me having male friends
then that’s his bad luck.