"So is that why you groped me?"Kyle asks Oliver.
The question seems to surprise Oliver, but then he smiles. "No, I did that becuase I wanted to."
"That's disgusting."Kyle says, struggling to get out of Oliver's tight grasp.
"Did you mind it?"Oliver asks deviously.
Kyle's anger disappears and he's thinking about 'other things' again. Thoughts about Oliver touching him...
"Of course I did!"he manages to say. He's careful not to slip up on his he feels though.
Oliver lets go and walks towards the bed he was on. "Hm. We'll see. I call this bed by the way."
He lays down, hands behind his head, and closes his eyes.
"Sure. Whatever."Kyle scoffs in response.
The room goes silent. The only sound is Oliver's humming.
"Ugh, I can't take this anymore. Doesn't this feel super awkward?"Kyle says, standing up from the bed.
Oliver opens his eyes and stops humming. "Well what are we supposed to talk about anyway?"
"I don't know. Something. Anything."Kyle sits back on the bed and slouches.
"Listen, I'm not here to make friends with you. I'm just here to beat you and become number one in the swimming world."Oliver says, standing up and grabbing his phone from his jeans.
He reads the notification that say his Dad has texted him.
Scoffing, he puts away his phone. "Sorry, old man. But I don't wanna hear it."
Kyle makes a confused face. "What are you talking about?"
"Nothing. I wasn't talking to you, idiot."
"I know that you want to beat me, but that doesn't mean we have to enemies out of water."
Oliver scrunches up his nose in annoyance. "I'm not friends with you becuase I don't like you."
"Hey!"Kyle crosses his arms and pouts.
Oliver smiles and walk over to the other side, where Kyle is at. He leans down and looks right into Kyle's green eyes. "You really want to be friends with the person who groped you, Avery?"
"That's...um..."Kyle doesn't know how to respond to that. "Well, we can work this out. I mean you did that because of the rivalry we have, right?"
"Maybe. Or maybe I did it becuase I couldn't help it."He puts a knee on Kyle's bed, placing it beside Kyle, and looks down at the small boy.
Kyle blushes. "Uh-I-you-"
Oliver reaches down and puts a hand on Kyle's leg. He traces a finger down his leg. "What's the matter? Cat got your tongue?"
'Oh gosh, oh gosh. He's so close! And he's so hot!'
Kyle goes even redder due to his thoughts. But it's true. Oliver Brown is hot. He's kind of a celebrity, due to his Dad being a famous, professional swimmer, so a lot of the girls at their old school would have a crush on him. He never went out with any of them, though.
Oliver has long black hair that covers his eyes. Long thick, lashes sit on the eyelids of his ocean blue eyes. If you look closely he has white specks in them, too. He has a sharp jawline that increases how attractive he looks. And his nose is slim and perfect. A lot of people thought he had a nose job done, but his nose is a hundred percent natural.
His whole family is said to be attractive. His father isn't old, but he's grown up. However, he's still attractive as well. People say Oliver looks like a younger version of his Dad.
Oliver also has a sister. She owns a design company that is known world wide. And she's pretty young, too. She also looks beautiful. And looks much younger than her age.
And to add to their good looks, they're all really talented and intelligent.
Oliver was popular too. He had a lot of friends and was invited to what it seemed like to be every party ever thrown. He would throw parties, too. His house is huge and his family is rich.
But everybody was shocked when they learned about his mother's death. It was all over the news.
'Famous swimmer loses his wife'the headlines would say. It was devastating. Kyle couldn't imagine losing his mother or his father. They both meant the world to him. Oliver changed a lot after that. His whooe family probably did.
Oliver backs away and yawns. "Looks like you're lost in thought. I'm bored now. Ciao."
"Wha-So do you just do this to toy with me? Watching me be uncomfortable is fun for you?"Kyle asks angrily. What is wrong with this guy?
"I guess so."Oliver says simply, like it's the most normal thing in the world. He opens the door and outside of it stands a boy with short, dark brown hair and brown eyes.
"Sup, Oliver?"he laughs and pulls Oliver into a quick hug.
"Hey, Car. Been a while."He responds.
Car wraps a arm around his neck and laughs again. "A long while."
"Not long enough."Oliver laughs and Car lets go.
"Bye, shortie."He flashes a smile and gives a short wave to Kyle and walks out, closing the door behind him.
"Hey-I wasn't done!"he yells after Oliver. But it's no use. He's gone.