"Oli, get your ass up and ready, Logan'll be here in five!"

And that's the heavenly message I woke up to on Thursday morning accompanied by a banging on the whit wooden door. My jaw was aching and there were arms wrapped around my waist as I rubbed at my face, frantically reaching for my phone first. Where is it, where is it?

And when I saw that it was quarter to seven am, my eyes widened as I looked around, catching onto a football on a black polished desk. His book shelf was stacked with books -mostly hardcover- and there was a forest green comforter enveloping my body. And to say I was happy to see that history hadn't repeated itself and I was actually wearing clothes, was the understatement of the century.

"Fuck."

Having no one but myself to blame, I internally cursed Ceaser Finnigan, the only guy who'd have a party on a Wednesday night.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," I muttered as I watched my phone die in my hands. I was dead with it considering the fact that I didn't go home the night before and my parents would strangle me if they noticed.

"Oli!" I heard Elliot's voice, snapping me back into reality as I looked over at Oliver's sleeping figure. His bruised and healing lips were parted slightly as he softly snored, long eyelashes resting peacefully as his hair laid a mess on top of his head.

But scanning his face, I cringed at the bruises that looked way worse than before, his nose slightly swelling and it developing a purple-ish tint. He probably should've gotten it checked out.

I didn't want to wake him but shaking his body vigorously, I found myself flicking him multiple times until his beautiful eyes popped open. And that made me forget about the night before.

"Emerson?" He questioned as he yawned, rubbing at his eyes cutely... Meanwhile, I probably looked like a one night stand gone wrong. And then he seemed to actually process what was going on, "What the fuck?"

"Exactly what I was thinking!" I yelled out, hurrying to get out of his bed in my too-short dress, "please tell me they left my overnight bag," I murmured more to myself as I walked out of his room, Oliver still laying in a confused mess on his bed.

And as soon as I made it to their tastefully decorated living room, I'd seen my bag... Without a shirt.

The only thing I'd had were flats and skinny jeans shoved into my book bag. I'd been in such a haste the night before, I thrown my shirts in Kat's car, ignoring the fact that they weren't in my bag.

"Fuck."

"Oli, your girlfriend is seducing me!"

Rolling my eyes, I grabbed my jeans and flats, making it past Elliot who'd whistled at me. Thankfully the bathroom door was open as I made my way in, grabbing makeup wipes that were most likely their mom's.

After I decided that my makeup-free face was as much as the school was getting that day, I thanked the lord that my dark circles weren't bad and the bruise on my chin wasn't that dark as I inspected it.

I stripped out of my dress, sliding my jeans on and pulling my hair up with the hair tie that was always on my wrist and combing my fingers through my ponytail, nearly crying at the fact that I was half-black with my mother's hair... And water wouldn't fix my knotted mess, especially since it was straightened from the night before and wet curls were way worse when you had no time.

Finding a small compact brush and a half-gone jar of gel, at the bottom of my school bag, I internally thanked younger me for packing it years ago. Untying my hair, I brushed though it, wincing at the knots, and mixed the gel with water, pulling back my slightly curled roots and saying fuck it to my baby hairs.

Overall, I didn't look half bad.

But I forgot one important thing...

I had no shirt.

Not to mention that I was in the completely revealing lacy black bra that Sid had forced me to buy. If Elliot thought I was trying to seduce him before, he'd surely be convinced as soon as he saw me shirtless.

Their bathroom was pretty chilly and I found myself shivering as I leaned against the door, "Oliver!"

"Uh, Em?"

This was embarrassing and I didn't even know why as I tried to think of ways to make my conundrum sound normal.

Oh just sitting in the bathroom of the guy who I kissed last night, asking for a shirt, "Can you uh... Can I borrow a shirt?"

"Like one of my shirts?"

Rolling one of my eyes, I groaned. It was way too early for Oliver to be so cute and frankly, I couldn't stand it, "No, one of Elliot's, of course one of your shirts!"

"Uh, yeah, sure." he'd stuttered out, disappearing, leaving me in solitary confinement. My thoughts were about to lead me to curling up with their shower curtain when I heard a knock on the door.

And literally forgetting my whole problem, I swung the door open, defeating the purpose of waiting this long and I ripped the heather gray t-shirt from his hand. Sliding it over my body, I thanked this beautiful boy.

And that was when I saw how red his face and ears were, my eyes widening, "Forget you saw that..." I found myself nearly-shouting as I shut the door as quick as I could, bathing in my embarrassment.

"Bro, maybe you should er handle that."

"Elliot! What the fuck man?"

Elliot's voice was defensive and slightly humorous as he yelled back, "I'm not the one with a boner in the middle of the fucking hallway! Go get laid!"

"Um, Em?" I heard after a few moments in silence as I inspected myself before brushing my teeth. I'd had foam in my mouth and a want for Oliver when I'd replied.

"Yes?"

His voice was strained and I could basically feel the warmth that no doubt imbedded in his cheeks.

"Forget you heard that."

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"Do you have a note?"

Oliver sheepishly handed our teacher the note as she shook her head disappointedly at us before resuming with the lesson.

And scanning the room, I looked for seats.

"She's kinda hot."

"Yeah and Ceaser said she gave good head."

"But Oliver Remmer? Really?"

My face was heated and I thanked the Lord that I was dark enough so it barely showed. There were only two empty seats and they just so happened to be the seats that Sidney and Oliver normally sat so me being a good friend, I scanned the room for Sidney.

And seeing her sitting right beside Luca wasn't really something I'd planned to see considering she probably had a killer hangover.

And Luca gave her killer headaches.

"Hey -uh- Em? Do you have the homework?"

"Fuck."

And why didn't I do the homework? Simple, I was ambushed by my best friends as soon as I stepped foot into my house and even after that, I was recovering from a blow to the face.

Which eventually led me to kissing one of the hottest guys I'd ever befriended.

So sorry, school, I wasn't prepared.

"No."

"Pass your homework up and to the left, Jeremy will collect it."

Fucking Jeremy.

We still weren't on good terms after his mouthing off to Oliver which was a bad thing in the long run according to my below average grade. Not having my homework didn't help not did not having the strength to listen as Mrs. Cadigan kept talking and talking about how mental illnesses affected the body.

And as I suffered through first period, I found myself struggling to stay away, Oliver tapping me every time I almost lost consciousness.

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"What class do you have next?"

"Uh Bio with Freeman."

"Alright," Oliver had muttered as we maneuvered through the slightly packed hall. The initial shock that everyone had from Oliver gracing their presence had faded despite the fact that people still distanced themselves a little as we walked. But no one was really affected.

No one accept the people who'd looked for drama. And seeing me with an obviously two big shirt tucked slightly into the front of my pants and Oliver beside me was enough drama to encase me.

"Is he good?" A black haired girl had asked me almost quietly as she walked beside me, her babydoll dress making her look too innocent for what she was implying.

"Hm?"

"Well, you got psycho in bed, right? I would assume he was rough if you know what I mean," she bit her lip, "is he any good?"

I blinked at that, eyes wide but before I could respond -or try to- we'd made it to my class, the girl being lost in the crowd.

"I'll see you at lunch, right?" Oliver asked, hope shining in his metallic eyes. And I nodded, suppressing the urge to smile at the fact that he looked forward to spending time with me.

"A-alright," he said, small smile on his flawlessly flawed face as he sheepishly scratched the back of his neck.

Then ever so awkwardly, he leaned in, planting a soft, barely there, kiss on my cheek, quickly pulling away with a flushed face that did not at all match his rough exterior.

And keeping to himself, his ripped jean clad legs made there way away from me, white t-shirt being the only thing I could see as he left.

Walking into Bio, I kept a small smile on my face.

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"You're wearing his shirt." Sid had stated as I sat down at lunch later that day, her Burger King bag turned towards her as she pulled fries out of it. Sliding a pack of chicken nuggets across the table at me, I was confused.

Until I realized that she hadn't seen me eat at all the day before as well as seen me talk to Ceaser. And she knew how bad my body issues were whenever I talked to him. She thought I'd get bad again so Sid always made sure I ate what I needed.

Kat did too but Phoenix had taken a lot of her attention lately.

Assuring my best friend that I was fine and I wasn't picking up old habits, I popped open the box of nuggets and picked one up, "I can see this."

"Why?" Kat questioned as I bit down on my nugget, pulling her attention away from her boyfriend who'd busied himself with his phone.

"Because you gave me no time to actually pack a shirt and stranded me at his house."

She pouted at that, snatching a fry from Sid's hand, "I went in to get you but seriously, seeing you two all cuddled up on his bed... I couldn't interrupt."

"I don't like him." Phoenix had abruptly stated, catching us off guard. Obviously due to the fact that everyone thought I'd hooked up with Oliver -which I wasn't really aware of until Kat had pointed it out- Phoenix knew who he was.

"And I don't like you but I tolerate you." Sid threw back, glaring at Phoenix over her large cup of sweet tea. She was most likely still nursing her hangover so she was unable to hold back on the Phoenix bashing, her hatred took on a new level that I hadn't really understood.

"Guys, can we not?" I asked, seeing the obvious discomfort of Kat who sat in the middle.

Sidney shrugged, opening her burger before placing fries underneath the first bun as she always did and bit into it. Talking through her food, Lat have her a disgusted look, "I said I'd be civil, not nice."

The talk of the table had quieted as we'd seen Oliver walking towards us with his tray, Kat jabbing her boyfriend in the side as hissing a "Don't be rude."

"Hey," Oliver had said once he made it to us, raising his eyebrow as if to ask if he could sit. And Sid's laugh had put him at ease, causing him to place his tray on the table.

"Hey Crusher."

"Hey Sidney," he said with an easy smile and a shake of his head, passing me the green apple on his tray.

"You're eating today?" He asked and if possible, he seemed happier. I nodded, offering him some and he took a bite of the one I was eating, his bruised nose scrunching as he ate.

He didn't seem to be in pain but I was slightly worried and I was about to voice my concern when Phoenix spoke up.

"So, punch anything lately Psycho?"

And Oliver went rigid as did Kat as she glared at her boyfriend. Swallowing the food in his mouth, Oliver bit his already too-punctured bottom lip and shook his head, "Not since last night, no."

Trying to steer the conversation away from an impending fight, I tried to speak, getting cut off by Phoenix. I was really wishing he'd just shut the fuck up, "So, uh-"

"Is it just a game to you?"

Sid's wide eyes confirmed that I wasn't the only one seeing that this boy was basically fishing for a near-death experience.

"What?" Oliver spat, eyes narrowed as he stared him down coldly, daring Phoenix to say something.

Kat, get your fucking boyfriend before he gets himself killed.

"Hurting people," the boy had shrugged, glaring back with as much intensity as he could muster.

It was then when I really noticed that the cafeteria was getting quieter and quieter. Obviously it would when the 'psycho' and the guy he nearly killed were sat across from each other.

"Not really, no, I'm thinking of turning my life around and volunteering to help the elderly," Oliver drawled sarcastically, sardonic smile spreading across his face.

"Oliver..."

"You sure they'll let you in there with your record? I mean attempted murder doesn't sound good on a job application."

And Sid dropped her burger, mouth wide, we all knew it wouldn't end well.

"But I didn't kill you, that's all that counts."

Phoenix looked at Oliver as if her were insane, "You're sick."

"Don't you think I know it?"

I don't know why exactly I thought it would help but lacing my fingers through Oliver's, I stroked the back of his had with my thumb, praying he didn't go rouge. His breathing slowed as he squeezed my hand, visibly calming.

And his next words sent a shiver down my spin as he clutched my hand, pulling me up with him.

"Be careful what you say or I'll do way worse than fucking up your teeth."