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   Chapter 4 Sorry, Your Highn-Ass

Cuddle Application By Anna Rae Characters: 10642

Updated: 2018-01-09 13:17


"Let me finish before you interrupt."

~Brian Spellman

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The green eyes were gluing me to the floor. It was like the mysterious boy had cut my spinal cord, rendering me unable to walk. The eyes were absolutely captivating, surrounded by thick lashes, and stuck on a face sculpted out of sharp marble. His brown hair fell in waves a little past his ears.

He was easily the most beautiful person I'd ever seen, and my body hummed.

Run, was my first instinct, but it was too late for that. Where would I go?

I stood helplessly frozen as I watched Cora's blue bug race out of the parking lot, tires squealing. My backpack felt like bricks glued to my body, everything a weight pulling me down as I realized how much I didn't want to be there in that moment, looking at this inhumanly beautiful man.

Just explain yourself, Sky, I told myself. Tell the cute boy that you're not interested and that he can go home... and also maybe ask if he could maybe give you a ride.

Oh god.

Someone cleared their throat, and my eyes snapped from the front windows back to the boy. He was sitting sideways in the metal chair, hand draped over the back, legs cockily stretched out in front of me. He looked bored as he stared at me with an expectant look on his face. Expectant, of course.

Reality hit me. He was probably only in this for one thing. Why else would a guy sign up for a website like that?

That thought made me angry enough to begin moving my feet. I think the stranger sitting in the chair just feet in front of me recognized my change in attitude as I all but stomped over to the table, because he ran a hand through the gorgeous mop of hair atop his head and fidgeted in the chair.

I reached him, pointed a accusatory finger towards his face, and said, "I'm sorry, bro, but—"

"Hello, Sorry, I'm Oliver."

I blinked. I hadn't expected the moppy-haired boy to speak but he did; he'd interrupted me like some sort of uneducated pig, and it completely ruined the speech I had planned.

My finger dropped.

He spoke again. "Sorry, how very 'middle-aged dad' of me." He was almost blushing as he fiddled with the hem of the black shirt he was wearing. Upon closer inspection, I realized the shirt was printed with what I assumed to be a band name, "My Chemical Romance."

Who was this guy?

I stammered for a moment, still slightly thrown off for being interrupted. "I—okay, Oliver, my—I don't think—"

"Wow, Sorry, " he interrupted again. "The fact that you're incapable of speech might be a deal breaker in our relationship."

Oh, this was not going how I wanted it to. I clenched my jaw, staring down at his plate of fries that I had just realized were there. I crossed my arms, biting my lip as I tried to suppress a very necessary eye roll.

"I can speak, " I said pointedly. "And my first words to you will be: interrupt me again and I'll slap the cheekbones off your smug little face."

"Feisty."

I glared at him. The cockiness was not endearing. He just smiled, flashing his pearly whites like he owned this conversation.

"I'm just going to cut to the chase, ok?" I started. "First, I'm not sure why you're here, or why you even came—"

"Could you sit down?"

I was literally going to lose it.

"Sorry, Sorry, " he said. "Please don't slap my cheekbones off. These sculptured babies are my money makers. It's just that you standing and me sitting just looks very informal for a date."

My eyebrows flew up so far I thought for sure they must have disappeared in my hairline. The stranger in front of me managed to completely ignore everything I said and simultaneously render me speechless with every word he spoke.

I paused, opened my mouth, closed it, and did the only thing that seemed appropriate – I slid awkwardly into the chair across from him.

"Would you like some fries?" Oliver asked, pushing the plate towards me. Unsure of what else to do, I shoved a few in my mouth and chewed. I suddenly realized how hungry I was, and tried to remember when I'd last eaten. "They're a little too salty, in my opinion, " he continued. "Kind of like you."

I choked – actually choked – on the fries, coughing unattractively as I attempted to remove the food from where they'd lodged themselves in my esophagus. I covered my mouth, trying not to die, until Oliver shoved his drink towards me and I greedily chugged it down. The coke did wonders for the whole choking situation and I was soon able to breathe again.

I pulled in air for a moment, glaring at Oliver all the while, before saying, "I blame you for that."

He just nodded.

I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose, trying to hold off the headache I knew was coming. "I think we're prolonging this, " I said once I'd collected myself. "I don't know why you're here, I don't know what you want, but the whole Cuddle Application thing was a mistake. I was pretty drunk—"

"Yeah, I could tell from the profile picture, " Oliver said, a laugh escaping his lips. It was a refreshing laugh, warm and real. I might have laughed with him if he hadn't interrupted, yet again, or if the situation hadn't been so utterly embarrassing. I clenched my jaw.

"Anyway, " I stressed, trying to change topics. "I have a boyfriend."

Oliver immediately sobered. His dark eyebrows furrowed in c

onfusion before he masked it and his face was once again unreadable. "Well that won't do."

I stood up, finished with the ridiculous conversation, and stooped to grab my backpack where it had landed on the tile floor. "Maybe so, but it's true." I started heading towards the door, the old 50's song playing in the background added a new pep to my step, along with the knowledge that all the collateral damage from the drunken night before was over. I turned and said, "Now I bid you adieu."

I had pushed through the door and was halfway out before I remembered that I had no means of getting home. Realizing this setback was severely ruining my dramatic exit, I quickly pulled out my phone and called the first name I saw.

"'Ello, love, " a voice answered.

"Park, I need you, " I quickly said, pleasantly surprised to hear Cora's brother on the other end of the line.

"Oh, I knew you'd come around, " he said coyly. I could picture his smug lips forming a cocky smirk. "Now our love will not be a secret—"

"Can you come pick me up from Fran's, please?" I asked. I pushed out of the doorway and paused on the sidewalk. "Your sister, aka my ex-best friend, ditched me here and I need a ride."

He sobered. "Ugh, not like I was in the middle of slaying dragons or anything."

"Park, " I started with a smile, "you need to get your head out of that fictional video game world and join the living because one day you're going to look up and—"

"Yeah, yeah. Bla. I'll be there in ten, " he said, and hung up.

I took a moment to look at my surroundings. Just realizing that I was standing awkwardly in front of the restaurant door, I walked over to a yellow curb stop at the top of the closest parking space. Sighing, I threw down my bag and plopped down. A slight breeze picked up the tips of my hair and made them dance, the sun highlighting the brunette locks. Spring weather was always the best. It was always warm, hot enough sometimes to go to the beach, but also rained occasionally, and I loved rainy days almost more than the sunny ones. Spring also brought the happy reminder that school was almost over, the sweetness of senior year on the horizons. Being May, we'd already taken every boring standardized test, exams were still far enough away, and the school musical that I'd participated in had come to a close. Junior year was just about over, and this summer was looking oh so spectacular. I balanced my chin in my hand, tapping my feet to the beat of the song I could still faintly hear inside. Waiting was not my strong suit.

I pulled out my phone to check the time when someone cleared their throat behind me. I turned to see Oliver meekly sliding out of the restaurant door, biting his top lip apprehensively. I tried not to focus on the perfect curve of his lips, and instead fastened a glare to my face.

"What do you want?" I asked and tried not to flinch when it came out harsher than intended.

"Well, your highn-ass, " he started. I raised my eyebrows. "I was going to wait to leave until you'd driven away so your rejection wouldn't sting so much, but because you insist on just sitting there, I'm forced to walk through this battlefield of awkwardness until I reach my bike."

I scoffed. "I'm only sitting here because—"

"I don't care why, " he cut in. "Your rejection of my potential interest has cut too deep. I must run away now before I weep openly in front of you." He raised a hand dramatically to his forehead and flounced into the parking lot. I pressed a hand against my mouth to stop a wave of laughter from escaping.

He wasn't allowed to be funny.

"Oh, come on, Princess, " Oliver drawled, stopping his prancing to glance over his shoulder at me. "You know I'm funny."

I tried not to smile. "All I know is that I've barely just met you and you're already starting to be a pain in the ass."

He laughed, and it was like melted chocolate. "Well don't fret, " he turned, walking towards a beat up looking black motorcycle, and yelled, "This isn't the last you'll see of me!"

How very dramatic, I concluded after he'd driven away. I absolutely could not make sense of this Oliver. When I'd first met him, he'd struck me as a cocky jock, but then his shirt was more solitary emo, and now he seemed theatric and funny? A confusing trio.

And with all that considered, why had he signed up for a 'Cuddle Buddy, ' as I remembered they were called? How did someone like him stumble across a website like that? But then, the same could be said about me.

I groaned and regretted the night before for the millionth time that day. A hangover was almost never the only outcome from drunken decisions. The consequence for most people was usually a "Minor in Possession" on their record or a night in jail – I got a cute boy I didn't want. How fitting.

Oliver was still on my mind as Park rolled up in his black mustang. He greeted me with a smile and I hopped in, relieved by the air conditioning.

He sped out of the parking lot and I watched Fran's fade in the rear view mirror. A place surrounded by trees, on a single road, it seemed like a lonely place with no significance.

Little did I know that it had just become the foundation for the roller coaster that was to become my life, Oliver and I seated in the front cart together.

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