I Hate You...I Think by Anna Davis

laughing at Logan's pain. Yeah those are some great friends.
                  "Your early," Oliver smirked.
                  "I got out of class early," I shrugged taking a seat at my usual desk.
                  "Are you coming to the party tonight?" Alex asked, looking at Oliver more than me.
                  "Party?" I asked curiously looking at Oliver too.
                  "Yeah, the whole gang is going to the warehouse and we are going to Parrtteee!" Jake grinned pumping his fist in the air. Logan sank into the chair next to me frowning at me. I looked back at Oliver. He was not pursing his lips.
                  "Do you want to go? He asked softly.
                  "You’re asking me?" I asked shocked.
                  "Yeah," he smirked. "I guess I am."
                  I looked at Jake. "Is he sick? Cause he never asks me. He always orders me."
                  The three laughed, while Oliver just stood there looking amused.
                  "Would you rather me order you?"
                  "No," I told him flatly. "I don't like being told what to do."
                  Alex laughed leaning back in his chair. "Well hunny, you’re going to have to get use to that, cause Oliver likes to be the boss."
                  I scoffed, "We'll see about that."
                  Oliver's eyes lit up in amusement. "Yes we will won't we," he smirked.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter Six
                 
                  It was almost eight and I was tapping my foot impatiently waiting for Oliver to pick me up. An older couple gave me a disgruntled look as they passed me into the apartment building. I must have looked weird dressed in my black halter shirt and black skirt with knee high boots. That and I was pacing back and forth annoyed.
                  "Oliver, told me seven-thirty, not eight," I muttered angrily. It was raining and cold, so I was huddled under the canopy of the entrance way. A roaring of an engine caught my attention.
                  Jet's sleek blue sports car pulled up to the curb jerking to a halt. The door pushed open, and I ran out from under my protective covering and dove head first into the car.
                  "Nice," Alex laughed.
                  "Where's Oliver? And, I thought this was Jet's car?" I blurted out.
                  Alex faked a hurt expression. "You'd rather have Jet or Oliver over me?"
                  I sighed, "Alex, I didn't say that. I was just asking."
                  I know," he grinned pulling out on the highway. "I'm just messing with you. Oliver is at the warehouse setting stuff up. He is the boss after all. Those guys would be running around like chickens with their heads cut off if he wasn't there. And, I borrowed Jet's car since Logan is using Oliver's to pick people up."
                  "Aww..." I nodded.
                  Alex looked over at me. "You look gorgeous."
                  I blushed slightly. "Well, thank you," I smiled then took in his attire. Black baggy pants and a black band tee.
                  "You look....the same," I faltered. He burst out laughing; it startled me how loud it was.
                  "Yeah, I'm not the kind to get all dressed up. Besides, by the end of the night I won't be wearing anything," he winked. I fake gagged.
                  "So I'm not going to be the only girl there?"
                  Alex scoffed, "If you were we'd be prying guys off you all night..." he paused looking at me again. “On second thought....we still might be."
                  My cheeks went aflame instantly.
                  "Didn't Kimmy tell you she was going to be there?" Alex