Oliver pretended to hate you, Constantly avoiding you and not speaking to you. She would see you and school and pretend to scowl, And blush when you'd look away. You guys made up a few months ago and decided to be friends. She hates when you talk to that guy, Or even look at that girl.

She had gotten in a fight with a guy who talked bad about you, And here she was, Holding your hips and pulling you close, Scowling at the man who trash-talked about you. It was clear she was being overprotective, But you couldn't help but wonder 'what if?'.

Her weird behavior, And how a pink tinted her cheeks as she pulled you closer and glared at the guy.. It didn't make sense, But you were going to make it make sense.

Here you were, Scolding her and treating her wounds from the fight that only you could break up. She was still frustrated that he would have the audacity to even speak your name, You're hers, But you didn't know that.

"Be gentle please..." She said softly, Hearing her using any manners at all is rare, But she would only use them for you. She winces as you clean the cuts on her face.