Hold Me While I sleep

17 Year old Lana, is what every guy looks for in a girl.
She's attractive, intelligent; and way too sarcastic for her own good. At school, the 'relationship' shared between herself and the star rugby player, Kenneth, their closeness changing with each school week.
But when eccentric new boy, Noah, shows up, Lana begins to receive a series of letters she never expected to get.
That leaves only one thing; who's leaving the mysterious love notes?
And who really means them?

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9. I didn't decide.

Lana's P.O.V:

"Go. Fuck. Yourself." Gritting my teeth, I repeated the same phrase that I had been saying for the last few hours.

"Rude,"

"Your mum's rude,"

Watching as the boy who sat opposite me ran a hand through his messy pastel hair, I noted the corner of his mouth twitching upwards. He had both elbows propped up on the table so that his head rested between his palms.

"If I were as touchy as everyone else in this school," Oliver's voice was low - unsurprisingly seductive - just like every other time he opened his mouth to speak. "You would have just offended me,"

"Good job you're heartless then really, isn't it?" I returned, my teeth still gritted slightly as I spoke.

For the last hour, the boy had done nothing but follow me around like a lost puppy, batting his eyelashes and asking me about a certain set of notes that I'd been receiving. Nick must have told him once I bailed out on him yesterday - that backstabbing bastard.

All this taken into account, I had ruled out both Nick and Oliver as suspects, but it was mostly due to the fact that they both had horrendous handwriting.

"So," Oliver pushed slightly, his pale eyes fixing on mine as he pouted slightly. "Who's lover boy?"

"Oliver?" I spoke the words softly, facing him with a slight smile. Without my smile faltering, I continued to speak. "Go annoy someone else, you prick."

He genuinely looked upset at the comment, his eyes cast downwards.

"You don't trust me," He stated with a sad smile.

I sighed slightly, fixing the boy with a pointed look as he pouted.

He was so annoying, yet... those eyes...

"This is so unfair," I pointed out, indicating towards him "Emotional blackmail wasn't part of the deal,"

"Neither was this..." He appeared stuck for words, before his eyes lit up. "Lack of trust you have,"

Oh for fuck sake...

"Look," Aggressively - or as aggressively as possible - I shoved a piece of cold pizza in my mouth, speaking whilst I chewed. "Whether or not you bat those peculiarly long eyelashes at me, and stomp your feet like a spoilt child; it isn't going to change the fact that I don't want to talk about it. I don't care who it is that you are - you could be the queen of fucking England for all I care. If you want to talk about that subject, I'm out."

"Okay,"

I blinked, face void of emotion at the simplicity of the statement.

Oliver went from 100 to 0 way to quick for my liking. It was like number bipolar.

"But," Ah, there's a but. "If we change topic," The boy paused slightly, biting on his lip ring slightly as he thought for a moment. Eventually, his expression changed, developing a playful tint. "Then it'll be about the date we're going on tomorrow night,"

"Woah," Holding a hand up, I made a shushing motion. "Hold on a second there sweetheart-"

"Don't wear anything too fancy; it's just pizza,"

"So not interested," I snapped slightly, crossing my hands over my chest.

"Oh, come on!" Again with the pouting. It was like Catching up With the Kardashian's all over again. "Don't be such a fun sponge,"

"Hah, I am not. And I'm most definitely not going,"

"Please?" Oli drawled the word with a slight smile, his eyes wide and innocent.

"...No."

"... There'll be ice cream,"

I paused, looking down and uncrossing my arms to pull my hoodie sleeves over my hands.

"What sort of ice cream?" I asked him, my voice barely audible.

"Any sort you want," Oliver replied, catching my eyes, that signature half smile of his only widening.

"Even... cookie dough?" To which the boy nodded, his already tousled hair waving about in a wild mane.

Damn it.

He knew he had me: Fuck.

"... Maybe I'll go...." I paused briefly. "But that isn't a definite yes!"

"Cool beans!" Standing up and hopping backwards away from the bench, Oliver almost crashed into a lower school girl who was on her way to the dinner queue. He pointed at me, ignoring her protests. "Meet me outside the school for half eight,"

"School?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

The boy simply grinned. "See you tomorrow,"

And then he was gone.

I had without a doubt, come to the conclusion that Oliver, was a complete nut. He was... How could I put it? One screw loose. Maybe even missing some vital organ in his mind which allowed the human body to function like a normal, social human.

When he started the school last Monday, it was obvious that he had one or two issues regarding socialisation.

I mean, what normal guy walks up to someone and punches them clean just for looking the wrong way; especially on their first day of school?

Yet, here I was; Lana - Queen of the halls - had somehow bagged herself a date with the rebel, if not somewhat dysfunctional new kid.

A month ago, I'd have told you 'no way would I go on a date with someone I didn't even know'.

Oh the irony.

"What was all that about?"

Looking up, I met the soft green eyes of Naomi, as she slid into the seat where only moments before, Oliver had been. She wiggled her nose slightly, as she placed her tray down in front of herself.

"What was that?" I asked, forcing a slight confusion on my face.

Naomi raised an eyebrow, her hands still positioned at the sides of her tray. "Oh, you know..." She explained quietly, not meeting my gaze. "The new kid,"

"Look, Naomi," Shoving the now empty Tupperware container into my bag, I glanced up at the girl. "I'm really sorry, but I genuinely have no time right now,"

The red haired girl opened her mouth to speak, her eyes narrowing slightly.

"I'm sorry, okay?" I cut her off before she could say anything. The girls eyes dropped to her tray, which she was now gripping so that her knuckles became white. "I'll see you around,"

"Yeah, see you," She muttered quietly, not looking up at me as I jogged away with a slight wave.

Not a moment later, the bell sounded for the end of lunch.

 

Author's Note:

Broski's. How's it going? Well, this is the next chapter. Lemme know if you love/hate it!!!

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