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Chapter 8

Weston is talking to one of my friends. Her name is Mia, she’s an old college friend that I invited. She’s originally from Chicago, and moved to California for college, she is a producer for online creators.

Mia is beautiful. She’s literally supermodel status, with her long blonde hair, blue eyes. She was really thin, she looked beautiful in anything she wore, and the plus was that she was a wonderful human. Kind and loving.

“I thought Mia was your friend.” Riley says to me as I am filling up my cup with fruit punch and vodka. I may be on my third cup, that didn’t include all the other drinks I’ve already had.

“She is?” I was confused and looked at Riley.

“You’re turning green.” She says. I know what she meant by that. Riley could tell that I was jealous.

“I’m not jealous of Mia.” She laughs at me.

“Why did you introduce them if you didn’t want them to mingle and get to know each other?” Riley asks.

“Weston is my friend and he’s single. He deserves to mingle with a cute girl.” I take a big sip of my drink.

“That he does. That cute girl could have been you.” I roll my eyes and continue drinking until I reach the end.

“We’re friends.” I say, trying to clear things up.

“Friends don’t get jealous when they start talking to other people.” Riley shrugs her shoulders.

“Tequila shots, anyone?” Grant asks.

He’s come over to us with three shots in hand. The thought of tequila shots is enough to tear my eyes away from Weston and Mia.

“This is why I like you, Grant.” I say and take one of them. Riley grabs one, and we all clink our glasses before downing them. I am good with shots, but I will admit that it’s getting harder to take them which means I’ll be reaching my limit very soon or else I will be really sick.

“Is that Oliver?” Riley whispers, and I turn around so quick. It is most definitely Oliver, and he is bee lining straight towards me.

“Fuck.” I mutter under my breath and hand Riley my empty glass.

I look who is behind Oliver and it’s our mutual friend, Adam. He works with our online magazine, and he also works with Oliver. He is basically the reason we met a couple years ago.

“Do you think we can talk now?” Oliver says to me, and I realize that I’m too drunk to argue with him. Adam shouldn’t have brought him here, he had no freaking right doing that.

Before I could even answer him, he grabs my hand, and is leading me out to the beach. I do a quick scan of the room and I see Weston looking at us with a concerned look on his face.

In the background I can also hear Riley telling Adam off for inviting Oliver to my party. She was a great friend.

It’s warm outside, we can hear the waves from where we are standing. I take off my shoes so I could feel the sand between my toes. We’re not completely alone out here, some of the party has trickled into my backyard, so we walk until we are completely out of earshot from anyone else.

“You know you showing up here like this, uninvited, it isn’t helping your case Oliver.” I say to him and he finally stops walking.

He turns around and gets real close to me. That’s when I smell the alcohol on his breath, and I can see he’s a little faded behind his eyes. He was drunk. Really drunk by the looks of it.

“You won’t talk to me, Hanna. I just want to talk to you.” He touches my arm, he’s rubbing my arm.

“Fine, you want to talk. Let’s talk.” I was sassy when I drank, and if he wanted to talk to this version of me, that was his own damn problem. “You don’t respect boundaries, Ollie. Lets talk about that.”

“I do respect boundaries, just when it comes to you, it’s different.”

“I didn’t invite you to my party, there was a reason for that, did you ever think about that?”

“Adam was invited, I was his plus one.” He chuckles and him laughing just made me more mad.

“This is exactly why I didn’t want to talk to you, Oliver. I’m certainly not going to talk to you while you’re drunk.” I was frustrated. This was not the time and place to have this conversation.

“I just want us to go back to who we were before anything happened.” Oliver says and it’s like a knife sliced through my damn heart.

“Before I was pregnant, and before I ended things between us? When you could fuck me by just ringing me on the phone?” I ask him and in his eyes I could see him realize that he fucked up.

“That’s not what I meant, Hanna.” I shake my head.

“I was in love with you, Ollie.” His eyes widen. I never told him. While we were friends with benefits, I knew that would end our friendship. While I was pregnant, we never defined what we were exactly. We were still having sex, even though I knew how fragile I was, he knew it, too.

“Was?” I nod.

“You want a Hanna that no longer exists, Oliver. She’s not here anymore, and you have to accept that.” I was very heated and on the verge of tears.

“Goddammit, Hanna. Why didn’t you tell me that sooner? It would have changed everything for us. I don’t believe that you’re not the same person you were before, we just have to find her.” He pulled me into him by the arm, and I knew he was going to try to kiss me.

I pushed him back before he could kiss me. Before I could even say a word, Oliver was on the ground.

Weston punched Oliver.

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