Age 18
Ollie age 17

FLASHBACK PART 3 OF 3

I've dove across four laps in the back of this small sedan that wreaks of cigarettes and weed.

"Go, Morgs!" Gemma squeals to the driver from the over-packed back seat.

Ollie grabs my legs and throws up the skirting of my dress then slams the door shut just as Morgan slams his foot onto the gas pedal and takes off.

I push myself up from the laps I've fallen on and realize there really isn't any other room inside the car. "No worries, you can sit right in my lap," Ollie says planting me just so. I fall into his lap and the inertia of the car keeps me pressed hard into his chest.

"Really taking one for the team, aren't we, Thom-O?" Stewart chimes from the front passenger seat, and the car bursts into laughter.

"Yeah, yeah, shut it you jealous twat."

Morgan, the driver I know quite well and of course, I know Stewart. Maggie sits in the back middle seat next to Oliver and me, then Gemma, and finally squished into the door is Maxwell, a new-ish friend of Ollie's I met last week.

The car is loud. UK raps blasts on the old speaker system and everyone in the car is forced to yell so they are heard of the thumping music. Curse words are flying left right and center and I know I'm getting lungs full of cigarette smoke because everyone is smoking and passing multiple cigarettes around.

"No, you idiot! Take Cross Road!" Ollie yells from behind me and Morgan whips the wheel so sharp and so fast I'm sure we nearly tip.

Stewart gives Morgan a slap to the back of the head when the car rights itself, "Fancy getting arrested. Christ, mate."

I hold onto Ollie's thighs while his arm is strapped across my lap tight like an iron bar as the other holds a smoking cigarette up near the cracked window.

"Where are we going?" I ask wanting to know how long we have left smashed in this car like sardines because Morgan is an awful driver.

"Stopping at our house," Maggie says next to me.

"Then we're going to a paaaarty," Gemma sing-songs beside Maggie and even gives her shoulders a shimmy-shake, to which Maxwell's eyes widen as he stares at her bouncing cleavage in her black cocktail dress.

Oh, Dear. I am completely out of my element.

"Maria is there though, watching Ty- won't she tell dad we are there?" I ask, knowing our dad is going to be angry with all four of us. And maybe considering asking to be dropped off at the house.

"We are sneaking in," Ollie says behind me, his voice vibrating on my back causing that weird little fluttering between my legs to appear out of nowhere again.

"We?"

"Me and you, Murry. I've been asking you to sneak out with me for years. You are getting the full treatment tonight."

"I'm sure that's not all you want to give her." Either Morgan or Stewart mumbles but it is intended for the car to hear it. Then another wolf-whistles from the front seat and the car breaks out into loud cackles again and Ollie scolds them with a slew of English slang and curse words.

I'm not sure why they are picking on Ollie, but he laughs it off and even insults the size of their man bits so I'm not too worried about the strange comments. I've learned a long time ago Stewart is an idiot. So I try to ignore the foul garbage that comes from his mouth.

"Pull off there," Ollie points with his cigarette nearly burning the side of my face with his smoking hand, "Woops, sorry, Murry- THERE! For fucks sake, it's like you want us to get caught, Morgs."

The car comes to a sudden halt and we all fall forward. My face nearly collides into the headrest in front of me, but my hands and Ollie's arm tightens around my waist stopping me before my face hit's the back of Stewart's chair.

Ollie throws the door open and I climb out, fixing the front of my dress, and turn to watch Ollie take a long drag off the cigarette and pass it off to Stewart half hanging out of the front side window, "Cheers. Let's not get sidetracked with pretty things, yeah?"

"Piss off." Ollie laughs then removes the suit jacket he looks quite handsome in and folds it over his arm. "Ready, to get into some trouble, Murry?"

I fake a nervous laugh and Ollie chuckles, planting a comforting arm around my shoulders. We walk up the sidewalk together, then turn into the private walkway to the Thomas House. "Hand?" He asks after stepping across the rose bushes edging the walkway. I take it with the hand that isn't holding the straps of my heels and jump over the low rosebush. 

"And just how are we going to get inside?" I ask slightly afraid if we aren't using the front door we probably aren't using the back door either. His grip remains on my hand when I loosen my own after I've crossed the rose bushes but he turns and we walk past the tall hedging. I figure he's simply leading the way so I let him keep my hand and this time prepare for the strong fluttering between my thighs.

Woah, that feels so funny

When I giggle he gives me a look of confusion over his shoulder and I shake my head so he doesn't worry about it. I'm sure, it's because I'm nervous about sneaking out. That has to be it.

We stop next to the side of the house, his hand still holding mine and he points up to the window of his bedroom. "We are not climbing," I say dropping his hand quickly.

"C'mon, don't be a pussy." He says giving me a charming smile, the green in his eyes sparkling with pretty persuasion. "Tally does it all the time." He says lifting a brow and I hide a growl.

"Well then, if she can do it." I say without even realizing I've said it.

"Perfect! I knew you'd come around." He cheers, then rubs his hands together, "You go first, then-"

"I'm not going first, I'm in a dress!" I protest and try to remember the type of underwear I'm wearing because the thought of him seeing the pink polka-dots is terrifying. Wait- why should I care about that?

" I know I can climb the wall, but if you fall Henry will skin me alive. You've got to go first so I can be sure you don't fall."

"Or, you can go by yourself and I'll wait here," I argue crossing my arms.

"Nope, that's not the plan. What happens if Mr. Daniels takes a look out the window to see us or you meandering around?"

I growl this time loud enough for him to hear. Mr. Daniels would call the police.

"Fine." I say, irritated more than I should be, and walk to the wall and look up, "Don't look up my dress-"

"You know I'm a gentleman. I'd never look up your dress." He says it holding up his hand and placing the other over his heart, although the devilish smile on his face tells me otherwise. 

"I will be mad at you," I tell him then drop my shoes at the wall of the house and plant a foot on the moulding at the base of the house and stretch my arm up. Ollie's hands grab my ribs and lift me up higher, the touching forces a gasp from my mouth but I pretend it didn't happen and keep climbing upwards.

To my surprise, it is actually quite easy climbing the side of the house. The drain pipe makes holding the side of the house simple and the two of us move pretty quick.

"Murry?" Ollie asks at my feet and starts giggling even before he continues.

"Shut up." I want to kick him knowing exactly why he's laughing.

"I rather like the polka-dots. I reckon I'm partial to them now."

"Well, you can tell Tally I got them in America. So you're out of luck." I roll my eyes but find myself smiling like a dummy. 

Ollie laughs again, then I reach the sill of his window, "Push it open, I left it unlocked."

Of course, he did.

I push it open and climb inside the dark messy room and turn to watch him crawl in then wipe his hands off on his nice clothes. He removes the suit jacket hung over his shoulder and tosses it onto the unorganized desk nearby and starts to unbutton his shirt.

"Uhh?" My face begins to heat to a million degrees unable to turn away and unable to do anything but watch him make quick work of the buttons.

"What are you doing? Hurry up." His eyes narrow to slits as he removes the dress shirt entirely.

I make an embarrassing peep sort of sound and scurry the heck out of there. When I reach the hallway I tip-toe to the stairs climb up, knowing which stair to avoid as to not cause a loud creak.

Sneaking into our dark room, I grab one of Gemma's shoulder bags hanging from the desk chair and hurry to the closet. "Hurry up," Ollie appears behind me and speaks in a hushed whisper. "Just grab something."

"What about this for Gem?" I ask grabbing one of my Scholar Decatholon shirts with a large smile and a laugh building in my stomach.

Ollie giggles and nods, "Yes, but she'd have my balls. She's obsessed with Morgs get her something Gemma-ish."

"She likes Morgan?" I ask completely dumbfounded. How did I not know this?

"Yes, it's quite obvious."

He enters the walk-in-closet dressed in jeans and hoodie then begins removing clothes from Gemma's side and stuffs them into the bag hanging from my arm while I'm still puzzled.

How have I missed that? What else am I missing?

"Do you want to get caught, Murry? Hurry up!" He scolds me so I snap out of it and open the drawer to grab her a bra, socks, panties, and then realize I also need to change. "Shoes, does she have anything besides heels?" Ollie says gazing up at the perfectly lined heels on the top shelf.

"Her sneakers are there, on the floor." I say pointing them out.

"Ahh, yes." He snatches them and throws them into the bag. "I'll go get Maggie's clothes. Change and meet me back in my room."

He disappears silently and takes the full bag of clothes with him. 

I unzip the zipper beneath my arm and step out of the dress and grab the first sweater I reach and slip it on. Next, I grab a pair of dark jeans hanging close by and step into those and lastly stuff my feet into my white keds and tie them quickly.

Leaving my room, I wait at the top of the stairs to be sure it's clear then rush quickly back into Ollie's room on the second floor. "You know we're going to a party, right?" He asks, his eyes dropping to the purple cashmere sweater. It's one of my favorites and incredibly cozy and soft.

"Yeah? Can I not wear this?" I ask glancing at my body then back up to him.

"Erm, no it'll do. I just thought you'd- no, it's fine. It's very you. Let's go." Ollie goes to the open window and drops the bag outside and I stifle another laugh because Gemma would turn over in her grave if she saw what he just did to her expensive bag. "So I'll go first this time." He says throwing a long leg over the sill, "Oh, I have something for you." He stops and drops back into his room and goes to this messy desk.

"For me?" I ask intrigued, trying to peer around his body to him fiddling with the mess on his desk.

He fumbles for a while, then stills, "You know, I must have lost it. Sorry, Murry. I'll look for it later."

I snort a laugh and roll my eyes, "Of course you did. You know, if you kept your room cleaner you might be able to keep track of your stuff."

He turns after throwing some of the litter on the desktop into the drawer and turns to me with a crooked grin, "Yes. Very true. Come on, let's get to that party."

We scale back down the side of the house and creep down the walkway, then move hastily down the sidewalk. Ollie enters the smoke-scented car first, and I climb in second taking the same spot on his lap as before. Morgan floors it again, and this time I smile as we fly from the Thomas house and I hang on tightly to Ollie's legs as we zip all around the back roads, while the girls change like professionals in the backseat.

The fun I had in Ollie's lap inside the car was short-lived. When we arrive at the party I realize I am completely out of my comfort zone. Loud music blasts from the open windows while the small front yard is littered with plastic cups. Where are the adults?

The neighborhood we're in I've never been to before, and by the state of the buildings, I see why. Some look as though no one lives in them while others are poorly kept. "You'll have fun, I promise," Ollie says next to me as I try to think of a way I can somehow wait in the car until the party is over without being judged for it.

"If you say so," I say trying to sound a lot more confident than what I'm actually feeling. I've never been to a party before. Not even when I went to the all-girls high school. Large groups of people make me nervous. I know I'm shy as it is so when there are more people around I feel myself fold even more into my shell.

When I step inside, I know it shows clearly on my face how shocked I am, because Ollie pulls me tighter under his arm. The house has a thick cloud of smoke inside, and once my eyes adjust to the darkness I notice young people dancing and drinking, playing games, and quite a few heavily making out as if they are in total privacy. Oh, God.

"This is what you've been up to when you sneak out?" I ask having to speak loudly so Ollie can hear me. He dips his head close to my and laughs, sticking another cigarette between his lips.

"More or less." He shrugs, "Stick with me and you'll be fine." He adds shuffling through the living room and into the even more crowded small kitchen. I've noticed Gemma and Maggie have disappeared entirely, but when we reach the kitchen I spot them. Each of them clinking small shot glasses together and throwing them back quickly. 

My stomach drops slightly when Ollie pulls me close to him and he speaks directly into my ear, "Don't smoke anything and don't drink anything that doesn't come in a can, yeah?"

My eyes go wide when I watch our sisters so clearly drink not from a can. "Um, but they-"

"They're fine. No one will mess with Gemma she's fucking scary."

I laugh nervously and agree with both statements he's just said. The only thing I'll be drinking is soda or water and I most defiantly will not be smoking anything.

"Mur! Fancy a drink?!" Stewart asks as he pours himself a glass of vodka across the kitchen.

"Umm-" I want a drink to mainly keep something in my hands and fidget with.

"I'll get it," Ollie says unhitching his arm from my shoulders and disappears into the busy kitchen. I stand there awkwardly watching everyone, unsure what I should even do. Should I try to talk to them? What do I even talk about? Will I have anything in common with them?

Thankfully, Ollie returns his hands full of multiple drink options and hands me a bottle of water. I thank him and he hands over a can of what I believe to be beer but I decline. With a shrug, he pops the top and takes a sip. I catch a glimpse of a cigarette resting between the shell of his ear and his head and I laugh at his expense. He takes a long haul off of the beer and looks down at me asking silently why I was laughing at him.

I shake my head 'no' to tell him to not worry about it and he nods in response. 

"I love that." A girl with brown curly hair and an American accent wobbles close to us, to which Ollie and I both catch her and set her straight on her feet.

"What's that?" Ollie chuckles while I look to see if she has any friends to help her find a seat.

"That," The drunk girl says gesturing a finger between Ollie and me, "Talking without speaking."

"Right, I reckon you've had a good night, Emma. Let's go find your friends." Ollie gives me a reassuring glance and I nod again, thanking him for helping this poor girl. I'd hate to be so drunk like she is at a party like this.

I sip nervously from my bottle of water, watching what everyone is doing inside the kitchen and listening to their whacky conversations.

After several minutes of people watching I gasp loudly when a rowdy bunch shoves their way inside the crowded kitchen and one spills a bright purple drink down the front of me. "Shit, sorry, love." A guy says laughing and shoving someone beside him.

"It's fine." I say looking at the cashmere sweater completely drenched in the purple drink. "I'm going to go to the bathroom," I say aloud, but realize I'm speaking to people who aren't even listening. I snake through the cramp messy house slowly trying to find a door to the bathroom then reach a steep set of stairs that are littered with empty drinks, food, and people chit-chatting or making out.

"Murry!" I hear Ollie calling behind me, "Where are you going?"

"I'm looking for the bathroom, someone spilled a drink on my sweater," I say turning and holding out the material so he can see. He rolls his eyes and climbs the stairs quickly.

"It's down the hall. I'll go with you." He says once he's met me on the top step. "Don't wander around up here alone, alright?"

I stop in my tracks and glare at him, "If this place is sketchy why are we here? Our sisters are here-."

"Maggie and Gemma can take care of themselves. It's not, but you are...Well, you."

My brows take a nose dive and I fold my arms over the cold wetness in front of me, "What does that mean?"

"Chill, I'm only looking out for you. A drunk idiot might take it wrong with you wandering around up here by yourself."

"That doesn't make me feel any better." I quip, still not liking the fact Gemma and Maggie are downstairs already drunk when Ollie is being careful.

He leads me down the hallway and opens the door at the end of the hall to a trashed bathroom. I make a face that causes him to chuckle then step inside. Ollie closes the door and locks it then avoids the towel piled on the floor and goes to the toilet.

"What are you doing?" I ask stopping my reach for the sink when I hear his zipper.

"I'm pissing. I've got to go."

"Hello! Can you wait until I'm not in here?" I ask in a panic then shield my eyes with my hand and look to the dirty sink with old toothpaste stains in it as Ollie reaches into his pants to do his business. "Oh, my God. You honestly couldn't wait?"

He moans loudly and I hear the sound of pee hitting the toilet. "No, I've been holding it and you were sitting on my bladder the entire ride over." The sound continues for a long while, proving he indeed had to really go. "Go ahead and try to get that cleaned up." He tells me, and my eyes drop to the large purple stain on my shirt. 

Leaning awkwardly towards the sink I turn the faucet on and peek under the cabinet, seeing it's completely empty of washcloths or towels. I spin, keeping my back to Ollie just in case he still has this thing out, and find the towel rack also empty. "There's one on the floor there."

"Eww, I'm not touching that." I nearly gag, seeing by the state of the towel and collected dust and hair, it's been there for a while.

I let out a harsh breath annoyed with this situation and turn back to the sink leaning over it trying to dip the shirt into the sink bowl but can't reach the faucet. Ollie laughs at my attempt and zips himself back up then flushes the toilet. "If you want that stain out you'll have to take your sweater off."

"I don't have anything on underneath it." I snip at him and his eyes go wide and a mischievous grin pulls at his lips to tease me. "You know what I mean." Obviously, I had a bra on.

"Brilliant, just take the sweater off then and wash it in the sink. No harm."

"I'm not taking the sweater off with you in the bathroom."

"I won't look-"

I laugh and cock my eyebrow, "Just like you didn't look up my dress earlier?" 

He chuckles and crosses his arms with another crooked smile, his guilty smile, "That was different. Besides, I've seen you in bathing suit loads of times. It's the same thing, stop being so awkward."

"Why don't you wait outside?" I counter, glancing to the water still running.

"Not a chance. Tally is here, if she finds me roaming out in the hall I'll be done for." He gloats with that same crooked smile.

 I don't like Tally. Granted I've never met her, but I don't still don't like her. And I'd rather have Ollie see me in a bra than risk him leaving to hang out with her. Especially since everyone else I've come here with has disappeared. He's right, it is just like a bathing suit, I'm making it more awkward than it needs to be.

"Fine. Don't be a perve." I warn him and grab the hem of the sweater and pull up and off without another think otherwise I'd never remove it.

"Really, Murry, I'm a gentleman." He draws a cross over his heart and keeps his eyes on mine, but once I pull the sweater completely off, my stomach and everything else seems to flutter and twist because his eyes drop down the front of me.

Panicking, I clear my throat and get busy with running the fabric beneath the hot water and use my fingers to try to clean it out. I know I'm turning a bright shade of red but the heat traveling up my neck to my face because I know he's still staring at me. 

The flutters between my thighs switch to an intense pulsing and my mouth and throat go dry as I try my best to get the stain out of the sweater as quickly as possible. 

"Those American blokes must be real idiots. I don't know why you still haven't been kissed, Murry." His husky voice speaks quietly while I scrub the stain harder. Oh, God! I do not want to have this conversation now!

"I guess going to an All-girls school didn't help," I say giving him an awkward smile, then get back to my sweater.

"Gemma hasn't had that problem?" He tells me, this time I feel and hear him right next to me.

"I'm awkward. And- yeah. It's alright." I know I'm the extreme color of a tomato. I twist out the fabric in the sink, done with washing it regardless if the stain was out or not. My body is a bothered and fluttery-pulsing mess, I desperately needed to get out of that bathroom.

"No, I don't think that's it." He says, and I turn to unravel the damp sweater and find myself staring into the front of his chest.

My eyes lift and connect to his. The instant our eyes connect the hairs on the back of my neck and arms stand and a chill shoots down my spine.

I knew we were all going to be in big trouble after sneaking out and perhaps that's why the impish gaze from Ollie's hazy eyes is more alluring than they should be... Or maybe it's because I like him looking at me like this.

"Murry, I need to say I-"

We both jump when loud banging sounds on the door behind me. I jump into him and he wraps his arms around me. "Thom-O! You in there!?"

"Bloody Stewart, yes- what the fuck is it?!" Ollie growls and I quickly back away and fumble with the sweater in my hands then pull it on.

"The police are here! We gotta' go!" 

"Oh for fucks sake!"

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I loved this chapter lol

Anyone notice Ollie slightly being a little manipulative and using Tally against Murry? Lol

I'm taking tomorrow off from This story so I hope you enjoy the long chapter!

Thanks for reading,
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