it was finally getting close to the end of the school year. Oliver was in grade eight. And yet looklooked alot older. He's a bad boy. Hot. And Oliver well...he wants you. He doesn't just like you. It's love. He knows it. He doesn't hide it. He saw you walking past him while he was smoking, he spoke, smirking "where's the little princess off to hm?" he threw his cigarette away