Chapter Eighty-Nine
**OLIVER WEST**
My lips were clenched tight as I limped toward my locker, each step sending a sharp reminder of this morning's encounter with Kieran up my leg.
Stupid Kieran. Stupid me. Stupid everything.
My hip throbbed with a dull ache as I tried to walk faster, I was pretty sure there was a bruise forming on my butt already.
"Ollie!" Kieran's voice behind me, resurfaced the memory, making my face burn all over again.
I walked even faster, wanting to get away from him, I could hear his amused chuckle behind me.
"Are you still mad?"
He knew damn well not to ask me that!!!
I turned around to glare at him, only for my head to hit his chest.
Ow, when did he get this close? Was I going to lose everything called personal space? This morning was a sure example.
I stumbled backwards, scowling at the insufferable smirk plastered on his face.