Chapter Nineteen

We used to play pretend, give each other different names

"I was beginning to think you weren't going to show up." Oliver smiled, running a hand through his hair as he did so. He looked absolutely exhausted, almost like he hadn't slept for a couple days. He seemed a little off, he wasn't really acting like Oliver normally would. It concerned me a little.

"Well you did tell me you weren't going to talk to me for a week." I said, returning his smile but something still seemed off about Oliver.

"I did."

"You okay?" I asked him, a little concerned for him. I hadn't seen Oliver like this since... well honestly I don't think I've ever seen Oliver like this. His smile didn't quite reach his eyes, and when he looked at the camera he just seemed sad. I didn't like to see him sad.

"I'm okay... I just really miss being home right now and by the sounds of it I'm not coming back for a little while. We're leaving for America in like a week and I really... I just wanted to come home for a day or two before we did." Oliver says, biting his bottom lip as he runs his hand through his hair again. He really didn't seem like he was okay, and to be quite honest it made me a little worried.

"Have you talked to Tracy about it? I'm sure if you explained the circumstances she'd let you come..." Oliver lets out a bitter chuckle, shaking his head before looking back at me.

"She's still pissed at me for the last time." He says, rolling his eyes a little.

"Did you tell her why?"

"Of course not. She would literally skin me alive if I told her that I got my boyfriend pregnant. She hardly tolerates our relationship as it is." His voice is harsh and I tried not to flinch. I didn't like it when Oliver got like this, it was never a fun sight to see nor was it fun to be stuck on the receiving end of it. When Oliver got angry, it didn't matter if you were the one who made him angry... he would still take it out on you.

"Okay..." I whisper, not really having anything else to say to that. Oliver sighs, running a hand over his face.

"How was hanging out with Brenna and boy toy?" Oliver asks, and I wasn't really sure if he meant that to come out as rude as it did. More than likely he did, and to be quite honest that irritated me a little.

"His name is Rayden." I said, not caring if my voice came out harsh or not. Two could play at this game.

"I know what his name is."

"Why are you being like this?"

"Like what?" Oliver asks, arching his eyebrows as he waits for my answer.

"You're being a bit of a dick Oliver. I don't see a reason for you to act like this."

"I don't like you hanging out Rayden." Oliver shrugs, almost as if he's expecting that to be the end of the conversation. I of course was not going to leave it at that, really growing tired of Oliver's shit today.

"Why?"

"You're seriously asking me that?" Oliver shakes his head in disbelief.

"Yeah. I'm seriously asking why you're being a dick. Rayden is one of my friends Oliver. I'm not calling Chad a boy toy."

"That's because Chad isn't in love with me." Oliver says, his eyes connecting with mine. I looked at him confused for a second, not really getting what he was trying to say. Eventually though I did get it, a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach.

"Ray isn't in love with me..." I whispered, not really trying to convince Oliver that what he said wasn't true... but really trying to convince myself that it was impossible for Ray to be in love with me.

"Are you seriously that oblivious Alex?" Oliver is shaking his head again. a look of disbelief still clear on his face.

"So what if he is? It's not like I'm going to cheat on you with him. I love you Oliver... and Ray doesn't love me."

"You don't get it, do you? He's so f ucking head over heals for you, it's disgusting. I don't trust him."

"It's not you that you have to trust. Do you trust me?" I asked, seriously wanting to know the answer to the question. Oliver bites his lip for a second, looking away as he hesitated with his answer.

"I don't trust him."

"That's not what I'm asking..." I'm trying not to cry right now, the fact that he couldn't even tell that he trusted me really hurting me.

"What do you want me to say?" He whispers, looking down at his hands. I'm crying now, wiping at my eyes as I bite my bottom lip.

"I want you to answer the question... Do you trust me Oliver?"

"I... I don't know." He finally says, looking at me again with sad eyes. I can't even look at him now, really hurt by the fact that he didn't trust me.

"I guess that's it then... If you can't trust me, then why are we even together anymore? F uck you Oliver." I whisper, ending the skype call before he even got the chance to say anything else.

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this came out angsty and I was seriously just going to do a fluffy chapter.

like what even Connie....

sorry for like disappearing for a couple days. I was pretty busy haha, finally graduated high school and what not.

I'm also leaving for vacation tomorrow so I'm not really sure if I'll be updating again for the next week or so....

we will see haha.

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