It All Started With A Lie

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Chapter 15: (Olivia's POV)

"So, you just want to kiss me because you're attracted to me?" 

"You're my girlfriend," he huffed. 

"No, I'm not. You're just using that as an excuse. You're attracted to me, oh my god," I mumbled, running my hand through my hair. 

"I can't not be! We act like we're dating, you are attracted to the person you're dating. Always. I can't just be a freaking mime, show nothing, feel nothing. It's not like I'm in love with you, I just think you're... attractive." 

"Okay, what part of me attracts you?" I asked, folding my arms across my chest. 

"Are you serious?" he asked, rolling his eyes. 

"I'm dead serious, answer the question please," I said. 

"And you won't take offense?" he questioned. 

"Nothing that you're saying should be offensive, you're telling me why you like me, be careful, Ethan, I will murder you," I grinned. 

"I don't like you," he huffed, "You're just attractive. And I mean, don't get offended if I don't say something you want me to, all right? Cause I know you will," he said, shooting me a knowing look. 

I rolled my eyes before nodding, waiting for him to answer my question. "Whenever you're ready," I said, biting back a laugh. 

"This feels like a test but I've been set up to fail, okay," he cleared his throat. 

He opened his mouth to start talking but I cut him off before he could even start. "Stop, stop, stop. I don't wanna know," I said, shaking my head. He looked at me quizzically. "You're um, you're attracted to me, let's just leave it at that," I cleared my throat. Because not only would I get offended, I'd start feeling insecure too, let's just not go down that path. 

"Okay?" he replied but it came out as a question. 

"Okay, are you gonna head out? Or... that's not me kicking you out, I'm just asking," I clarified. 

"I'll head out, hopefully when I see you tomorrow, you're done being awkward," he said, grabbing his stuff. I rolled my eyes at his response. "Seriously, it's a thing for you, I've noticed. You're awkward about things for a few hours before you're done freaking out. So I'll give you those few hours, sound good?" 

Why does he notice that? He's absolutely right. That's exactly how I deal with things. Or I just run away from the problem or ignore it till it goes away. 

"Sound good, Olivia Carrington?" he repeated. I snapped out of it and looked forward, his face merely inches from mine. "I'll see you tomorrow," he said before leaving, seeing himself out. 

What the hell was that? 

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I was looking for a hair tie when my doorbell started ringing. "Aw, shit," I mumbled, grabbing my purse and then the first huge claw clip I saw, messily throwing my hair up in a bun before turning the lights off, running downstairs. I opened the door to Ethan who looked like he'd been waiting there a while. "How long have you been here?" I asked. 

"Like twenty minutes, I called you around five times," he answered, leading us to his car. 

"Sorry, I couldn't find a hair tie," I shrugged while he opened my door and I slipped into the passenger seat. 

"Right," he said while climbing in, pulling his seatbelt on. 

"So, where are we going?" I questioned.