The terror of the douchebaggery had begun.
CHAPTER2
Grey
Pooh.
I hated Winnie the Pooh with a passion because of one person. Olivia.
She looked so angelic coming out of the pool…like a beauty that never got old to look at. Every guy in school wanted her. I did, too, but I’d rather get hit by an eighteen-wheeler than admit that. Fuck that.
When it came to her, I got all hot and cold.Literally. My body’s reaction to her added more to my contempt where she was concerned. I wanted her so bad that my body burned for hers. On the other hand, she was such a bitch that those burning feelings would freeze at a single word from her.
I knew she was beautiful. Hell, sometimes I got so awestruck that I forgot why I hated her to begin with. I remembered gasping when I first saw her in our third grade class.
She knew how she affected men, and she used that to her benefit. She toyed with men, parading them in front of me. The only thing I could be grateful for was that none of my guy friends took the chance on asking her out, nor did she seek them out, knowing how I’d react.
Everyone that went to school knew about our extreme dislike to each other.
Olivia Taylor…
Had been…
My first crush.
My first kiss.
My first love.
My first heartbreak.
Things fell apart during fourth grade and it hadn’t stopped since. I remembered that the hate had started when I received her letter. It was how she broke up with me.
Roses are red
Violets are blue
When I flush the toilet, I think of you.
To this day, I hated roses—or anything red or blue. The letter was, of course, burned with a match light in my backyard. Everything I felt for her then had gone to ashes.
It started little at first. A little teasing here and there, or a snide remark whenever she passed by, then it got to spitting showdowns. Summers without her here were pretty quiet.
Now my disruption was back, living in my own home. Wonder what kind of gimmick she’d ploy to rile me up.
I didn’t have to do anything, not really. I knew for a fact that having me breathe the same air as her already made her furious. All I had to do was keep my smug, cocky, sexy smile in place and it was a surefire way to drive her crazy.
Easy.
* * *
The following morning, I was in the kitchen chugging a glass of orange juice when she strolled in, wearing tiny sleep shorts and a tiny, sleeveless shirt that showed off her flat stomach. Olivia gave the wordmorning wooda new meaning. She was so hot that I almost spat out the juice, but instead, I choked on it, making me cough loudly.
“If you stopped checking me out, you could’ve saved yourself the woody.” Olivia tsk-tsked me before grabbing an apple from the fruit basket and sexily biting into it.
Damn, but she was fine. I wished more than anything that she would turn ugly, yet damn, she only seemed to get better. My secret desire for her was raging right along with my morning issue; not from any romantic sense, but in a purely one-off, sexual conquest kind of way.
Saving face, I gave her a onceover and snorted, leaving her at that. Though women in skimpy bikinis might’ve surrounded me all afternoon long, Olivia’s tight body was the only thing that got me going hard all day.