I threw my head back, both of us laughing like freaking idiots. We were talking about the most random shit, he was saying the most random things and I had tears in my eyes because suddenly, everything was hilarious.

We fell into a comfortable silence after that and I was staring out the window, where it was now getting dark while I felt his gaze on me. "Do you still hate me?" he asked.

I turned to him, "Hate?" I shook my head, "Level up: Strongly dislike. I now strongly dislike you, Ethan Miles Archer," I smiled.

"Oh, I've improved?" he smirked.

"Don't get ahead of yourself," I rolled my eyes.

"Ooh, she doesn't hate me anymore," he sang.

"I changed my mind, I hate you," I shook my head.

"No, you don't," he smirked.

"I hate you," I repeated.

"I really hate you," he shrugged.

Is he doing what I think he's doing?

"So much," I lifted a brow at him.

"I think it must be..." he mumbled, scratching his brow.

"Oh, my God!" I exclaimed, straightening up, staring at him wide-eyed. I quickly wheeled the chair back and grabbed my phone off the desk, pulling up the song, and hitting play.

"Olivia!" he groaned, reaching out for the phone.

I shot up and ran around to one side of the bed, jumping on and going to the other side when he reached me. I had him chasing me till it hit the chorus I started. "You're the only love I've ever known, but I hate you, I really hate you, so much I think it must be true loveee!" I yelled, barely getting away from him in time. "True love! It must be- ow!" I shrieked while laughing while he grabbed the back of my shirt and yanked me back.

He snatched my phone out of my hands and turned the song off instantly. "Aw, it was a good song," I laughed, sitting back in my chair. He sat down in front of me, huffing, tossing my phone in my lap. "Ethan Miles Archer listens to Pink. Good to know," I nodded while smiling.

"I do not listen to Pink," he grumbled.

"Oh, what? Suddenly it's the song Annabelle told you about? Please," I scoffed, putting my phone back on my desk.

"I have to go home, I'll see you tomorrow in the morning," he rolled his eyes, standing up.

"Miles, are you shy?" I taunted him further, standing in front of him.

"I will kill you," he said, grabbing my waist and pushing me against the wall.

"I'll sleep with one eye open tonight," I grinned, leaning my head back against the wall as well since it made it easier to look up thanks to my short height and his Burj Khalifa height. This man is 6'4. "Does that work for ya?" I asked.

"I genuinely hate you," he said, raising his brows slightly.

"Hmm, the feeling's mutual," I replied, staring at his eyes.

They weren't blue like mine, or green, or grey, or hazel. They weren't one of the colors everyone with brown eyes wishes to have. They were simple light brown eyes that looked like inviting pools of honey. They kind of took my breath away in a weird way.

"Olive," he smirked.

"What?" I blinked, snapping out of it.

He leaned in beside my ear, his lips brushing against it, drawing chills to dance along my skin. I closed my eyes, trying to focus on anything but the proximity, it shouldn't be having this effect on me. "If you want a kiss, just ask for it," he whispered.

"A kiss?" I chuckled dryly.

"I thought I told you, your eyes get darker when you're lusting," he smirked.

"I'm not lusting after you, bellboy," I scoffed.

"Okay," he nodded, "When you're aroused."

"I see you're just as insane, if not more than I thought you were."

"Or attracted." His eyes caught mine.

"I'm not attracted to you, Miles," I shook my head.

"Liar," he teased.

"I'm not, Ethan, get over yourself," I pushed him back, opening the door, leading him out and to the front door.

"Keep telling yourself that, Oliver. I'll see how long you last," he smirked.

"I'll definitely last longer than you did when you saw my legs," I replied smugly.

"For god's sake," he laughed, shaking his head lightly while I opened the front door.

"See you tomorrow, Ken," I smiled.

"Okay, Oliver Twist," he grinned before walking out.

I closed the door, rolling my eyes and locking it before going into the kitchen to get some food. Through my kitchen window, I could see his kitchen since our windows were opposite to each other and I saw him coming in, giving his mom a hug and starting to help her with dinner but I didn't see his dad anywhere so maybe Mr. Archer was still at work or somewhere else.

I turned on the stove and grabbed pasta for myself. "I hate you, I really hate you, so much I think it must be true love," I hummed, scolding myself for letting it stuck in my head.

While I made my dinner, every time I would look up, I could see the way he very clearly got along with his mom, and almost halfway through, even his dad joined them and they all had fun cooking together.

Then there's me. Cooking and eating dinner alone.

"I should get a dog, even a fucking chihuahua is better than dinners alone," I mumbled while grabbing a glass of water and going up to my room. When I got to my room, my phone was ringing. "Hello?" I answered while sitting in bed.

"Olivia Carrington," she huffed.

"Yes, Skylar Blossom?" I asked mockingly.

"Where the hell have you been? I haven't seen you in ages!" she exclaimed.

"You saw me on Friday, today's Sunday. And I told you, I had that party last night and you know I don't really do anything on Sundays," I replied.

"Fair enough, I have a bone to pick with you, young lady," she huffed.

"What's up, grandma?" I asked, putting the call on speaker.

"Were you out with Ethan Archer today?" she asked.

"Ethan Miles Archer?" I questioned.

"Yeah, you know another Ethan Archer? Exactly. Were you with him?" she repeated.

"Maybe," I answered.

"And rumor has it Justin saw you with him last night," she said.

"Yeah, maybe," I shrugged.

"What do you mean 'maybe?' Liv," she said warningly. I put the call on speaker and pulled up Ethan's contact on my phone. I smiled at the nickname, Devil's Bellboy. Ha.

I texted him: It's an EMERGENCY.

"Hello? Liv?" Skylar asked.

"Uh, yeah. Just one second," I cleared my throat.

He replied a minute later: What's up?

Next time someone tells me they have an emergency, I'll reply with 'what's up?'

I said: Skylar is asking about you. What do I tell her, bellboy? Answer quickly.

And then he wrote: I haven't told my friends yet but if you tell her, I'll tell them.

And he probably can't make any promises about his friends keeping their mouths shut.

"Olivia!" she exclaimed.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm here."

I texted him: I'm not telling her, don't tell your friends, Miles.

"What are you asking?" I acted dumb.

"Are you and Ethan like... together? After hating each other since pre-school? No. That doesn't make any sense," she scoffed.

"Make it make sense, Sky. We're dating," I said nonchalantly. I have to act blunt and nonchalant, otherwise, she'd know I was lying. I'm a fantastic liar, as you probably know by now, but if someone can read a liar, it's either their best friend or the person they love.

"Y- you're DATING? You wanna tell me that you've hated this guy for years and now suddenly, out of nowhere, without letting anyone guess, you're his girlfriend?"

Right, that doesn't quite add up now, does it?

"We've been dating for a while, Sky. Obviously, it didn't just happen out of the blue," I scoffed, wincing at how casually that came out of my mouth. I am most certainly going to hell.

"What do you mean a while? How long is a while?" she questioned.

"Like a few weeks," I mumbled.

"How many weeks, Olivia?"

"Like two- two and a half?" That came out more like a question.

"Two whole weeks you've been with this guy and you haven't told me?" she asked, sounding stunned.

"I don't talk about my love life with anybody, you out of all people know that," I replied.

"I know that but... okay, whatever. Please tell me he's a good boyfriend though. You deserve that after Justin," she sighed, her voice softening.

Guilt struck me like lightning. I closed my eyes, pinching the bridge of my nose. "He treats me well, Sky. Really good. He's amazing," I answered. Now that I've said that, he's going to have to play a great fucking boyfriend because if he doesn't, I swear to god, I will kill him.

"Then I'd like to meet your amazing boyfriend at school tomorrow. See how your nemesis turned into your love, hmm?"

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