“Im fine.” I said curtly. I knew she was just concerned, but I didn’t like the accusations she was starting to make.
“Sweetie, I’m really sorry about olly.” She said sweetly.
“His name is Oliver.”
I nearly ran up to my room, I didnt want to fight with her.
I always felt bad afterward.
I started pacing back and forth, trying to block Oliver from my head. i hoped he was happy. I knew he would be. I wondered what Ben was doing right now.
I thought about how he made me completely forget about Oliver, and how he went to the extent of forcing me to dance just to cheer up a stranger. I regretted not getting a phone number. How would I see him again. I had to see him again.
If I didnt I would never be able to let this go. Even though it couldn’t have been more than two hours since I left I missed him. Maybe I could go back to the clearing. Maybe if I was extremely lucky he would be there. I deliberated for close to an hour, than decided to go.