21: I Don't Do Jealous

I forgot we had a math test today. Genius.

"How's you do?"

I sheepishly smile up at Levi, trying to avert my gaze.

"Aced it."

He looks at me bewildered at what I just said, "What? Weren't you just complaining about not studying?"

"I was," I smile more confidently now, a bit of amusement in my tone, "But then I remembered that I'm actually a badass at math."

Levi chuckles and wraps his arm around my shoulders, giving me a hug but keeping his arm there. I smile up at him but realize that his eyes have left the conversation and our focused on something else. Sorry, someone else. Emma waves when she sees us and runs up to us, well more Levi than me, before turning around and falling in line with us.

"How was the test?"

"Hazel aced it, I, well, finished it."

Emma looks to me and then to Levi and smiles, "Cheat off Hazel next time, that's what I did last year."

I gasp and put a hand to my heart, "Are you saying you cheated, Miss. Valedictorian?"

"You cannot prove my earlier statement was true, as I was not under oath."

I laugh at her response, my eyes crinkling shut as I do. Emma is going to make a good lawyer one day, hopefully never against me. When I settle my laughing and open my eyes I catch sight of two blue eyes already staring at me. I give him a genuine smile and lift up my hand to wave.

He doesn't do anything, actually, he looks a little pissed. I squirm under his gaze and slyly get Levi to drop his arm from around me. When I look back to Oliver, he's not with Grayson and the other football players anymore. I try not to think to much into it, try not to assume it was me that did something wrong for him to be angry.

The bell rings and I leave Levi and Emma, who are already engrossed in their own flirty conversation and don't really notice me leave. I smile to myself, happy that they found each other.

Chemistry episode of today: the one where Oliver is pissed. I walk into class and see Oliver already sitting at our station. He's facing the group behind us, two cheerleaders, and it's obvious they're throwing themselves at him. I roll my eyes at the sight and walk right between them without a care.

"We missed you at the party, Oliver," Bimbo number one says.

"Yeah, Oliver, where were you?" Bimbo number two adds.

I try not to get annoyed by their shrill voices and annoying attempt of saying Oliver's name in every sentence, but it easily gets to me. I don't know why, though. There's a deep feeling in my gut, like a twisting pain that shoots through me every time I hear them say his name. My face is in a frown as I realize he hasn't even acknowledged my presence, and I do care that he hasn't.

God, I'm becoming bimbo number three.

"Sorry, ladies, I'll make it up to you," and without having to look up, I know that he winked at them.

"Oliver, that's all we ask."

"Yeah, Oliver, it's not the same without you."

I roll my eyes again. It's like listening to a broken record. And worst of all, their high pitched voices don't help the situation.

The tardy bell finally rings and I shift my attention to the teacher who's already explaining the experiment we have to complete for class today. Oliver spins around in his chair to face the front and only glances at me slightly as he does so. His stone cold face more cold than usual.

When the teachers let's us go and do our thing, I wait a while, expecting Oliver to speak up. When he doesn't I roll my eyes and spark a conversation, a little annoyed at him for some reason.

"Would you rather do this with your friends back there?"

I kick myself for sounding so jealous and girlie, it's not me. This wasn't exactly how I struck up conversation, usually a 'Hey, how are you?' would suffice. But no, I decided to try something a little different today.

Oliver looks at me and raises an eyebrow at my question. I decide to cover up the embarrassment that I feel by talking some more.

"Oliver, you're just so great. Yeah, Oliver, I wanna lick your abs. Marry me, Oliver, Oliver," I say in an exaggeratedly girlie voice.

I stop and look at him to see a slightly surprised look on his face, his eyes shining with amusement. I feel good knowing that he's finally acknowledging my existence, but resist the urge to smile since I'm still a little pissed at him. Not that he did anything wrong, it was never illegal to talk to other people, other girls.

Then he does the unexpected, "Fuck me, Oliver. Yeah, Oliver, me too. You're a god, Oliver," He tries to match my girlie tone.

I burst out laughing, receiving a glare from the teacher when I do. Oliver Grey just pretended to be his own groupie.

"You do that in the mirror often?"

"Every day," He winks at me.

I laugh again, this time keeping it quiet so that the teacher won't catch us goofing off. I really didn't want to get scolded for laughing so I roll my eyes at him and start doing the experiment.

"So," Oliver grabs my attention, "You wanna lick my abs?"

His question throws me off and I drop some of the acid on the table instead of in the beaker. I curse under my breath. I look at Oliver and he's smirking. His eyes are on me, actually curious to hear my response to his at first comical question. So, I set the acid down so I can keep my attention fully on Oliver.

"I'm a prude, wouldn't catch me licking anything."

He looks away and whispers something, but all I catch is something about last night. I furrow my eyebrows. Did I turn into a kinky hormonal mess with the full moon or something? I must've missed that season of Teen Wolf.

"What?"

He looks to me and says nothing, his face still cold and distant, "Who's the guy?"

Now, I'm even more confused. Weren't we just talking about me licking his abs? I thought he wasn't mad at me anymore, not that he should've been in the first place. He changes emotions like I change socks.

"Guy?" I think for a second about what guy I've been seeing.

I laugh at my own thoughts, me seeing someone. They don't call me a prude for nothing. But then recognition of who he's talking about hits me.

"Levi?"

He only grunts in response. I can't help but laugh at this whole situation. Both my nerves and the absurdity of his anger make me start giggling quietly. Oliver turns his body to face me completely, not saying anything but keeping a questioning glare on his face.

"You're jealous."

"I don't do jealous."

"Oh, but it looks so good on you."

Oliver grunts again and turns around to the girls that he was talking to before. He leans over to the blonde one. Okay, they're both blonde, just the blonder one. He whispers something and I can see her blush. Then, he gets up and without a second glance walks out of the room. Everyone is staring at the door that closed behind him, surprised to see Oliver.

A couple minutes later, the girl he whispered to raises her hand and asks if she can go to the bathroom. With permission from the teacher, she walks out as well.

I sit there with shocked expression on my face and I fall into my chair. That was definitely planned.

And the worst part of it was that I actually cared.

I text Levi if he could help out with the twins that day since seeing Oliver didn't seem like a good idea right then. He immediately agrees, no questions asked. I smile at my phone, grateful to have such a good friend by my side.

I wipe my eyes with my hand and finish the experiment with the other girl that was behind me. She's actually a decent human being. Once we're done, I strike up conversation.

"What happened to your partner?" I ask her.

"I could ask you the same thing."

We both smile and let out a little laugh.

"I don't know why Emily left," She speaks up again after a few minutes, "This is the only class we have together."

I furrow my eyebrows wondering why it's so important that they spend this class together. Couldn't they just hang out any other time?

Clearly noticing my confusion, she speaks up again, "When my parents found out I was gay, they kind of forbid me to see any of my girl friends."

"So, Emily?"

"I mean, I have a crush on her, but she doesn't know."

I smile at her and try to give her some advice. Not that it means much coming from me, Hazel the Prude. But I'm trying to be a good person.

"Maybe you should tell her. If she's your friend, she'll understand."

She laughs a little and looks down at her clasped hands, "You'd think us drunk kissing would be enough."

My eyes widen in shock, "So she's, umm, gay too?"

"I couldn't tell you," she looks to the door.

I look to the door too and frown at the idea of Oliver Grey and this Emily chick sucking face in the janitor's closet or wherever people in this school go to make out.

"Tell her," Is all I say, and then the bell rings.

Walking to the parking lot, I immediately spot Oliver's car. Rolling my eyes, I turn away from it and head to Levi who's already waving at me, leaning on his car. I smile at him and run up to him.

Once he's driving he looks to me and asks me a question, "What happened to Oliver? His car was still there."

I just sink into my seat and stay silent, not really wanting to talk about Oliver. He's the last thing I want on my mind right now. Because instead of thinking about the kiss we shared, I can only think of all the things he's sharing with Emily. And those images hurt.

"He's doing what Oliver Grey does."

Levi looks at me quickly and frowns. He can always tell when something is wrong. It's one of his better qualities, but right now I wish he was as oblivious as everyone else.

"I'm not gonna push you to say anything, but I will give you some unsolicited advice."

I look to him and stay silent so that he can say his piece.

"Oliver Grey is a bad boy. And bad boys don't have good reputations with good girls," He sighs but keeps going, "And you, Hazel, are a good girl."