Good Boy (Love Tale's) - S01 E02

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Good Boy (Love Tale's) - S01 E02

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 2

? Olivia's P. O. V

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“Olivia Bryant,” I look up at the cheer coach as she says my name and I raise my hand. “As you know sweetie, we already have our cheer squad for the year. Football season starts in four weeks. I don’t think it would be possible for you to learn everything in that short amount of time.”

“Wonderful.” Taking my backpack, I sling it over my shoulder and head to the office, and away from Alexis. Of course she was the cheer captain, as if I cared. My mom did my schedule and it didn’t surprise me that she tried to make me cheer again.

“Hi Ms. Bryant. What can I do for you?” The sweet elderly woman says to me and I smile warmly at her.

“I need to take cheer off my schedule.”

“Oh dear why is that?” I explain to her what the cheer coach said and she quickly gives me a list of options. Immediately I choose early release, so I can do something productive with the extra two hours of free time. “Well, I’m sure you will be happy to know that you will only have four classes a day and after lunch you will be released.” A grin so wide spreads onto my face and I thank her before leaving the office. I pull my keys out of my backpack and look up to see someone leaning against my car. Not just anyone. It’s Zed.

The closer I get, the more his intense stare makes my body heat up. I’m no stranger to arousal, or sex for that matter, but he makes me feel something different. More primal.

“Why the f--k are you on my car?” I say as I unlock the drivers side door and open it. Zed doesn’t speak, he just pushes off my hood and begins to walk away. I watch him as I get in and close the door. Pressing the push start, I listen to my baby come to life while still staring at Zed’s retreating back.

“F-----g psycho.” I mumble to myself before backing out of my spot and heading home from my first day of school knowing that if Zed is psycho, I’d be into it.

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When I pull up to the gates of moms new house, I type the code into the keypad and watch as the large gates open. Driving up the circle driveway, I look out at the gardeners who are planting my favorite flowers. I park the car in my garage and get out. Walking into the house I smell different baked goods and hum in appreciation.

“Ma!” I call out knowing that she isn’t going to answer back. When I get into the kitchen, I see my favorite party planner in the world and I stop. “Oh no.”

“Oh yes,” Marcus says to me as I watch him swipe away on his iPad. His chocolate skin smells of cocoa butter, and his cute shirt and top make me jealous in a friendly way. Marcus is my favorite person but if he’s here then that means one thing.

“Marcus please tell me my mother did not plan my eighteenth birthday party without my consent.”

“Lory did more than that sweet girl. She called the school, and it’s being announced on the school bulletin board tomorrow. The party is Saturday and she’s already hired the music.”

“Leave it to mama to do too d--n much.” I mumble as I go grab my small box on top of the fridge that harbors my weed. Not sparing Marcus another glance, I head to the patio and spark up.

“Rough day?” Marcus asks as he takes a seat beside me. I’ve been smoking Mary Jane since I was fifteen. My mom knows but doesn’t care. She doesn’t consider it a drug, and she enjoys when I’m quiet and hungry, rather than loud and hungry.

“It wasn’t rough. Typical blonde popular girl tried to get me into her crowd and when I refused she called me a b---h. Um, my tour guide Stephanie is super sweet and bubbly, oh and there’s a 6’2 god of a teenage boy who makes me wet.” I say honestly and Marcus’s mouth drops at the last comment.

“Lord hunny, you are something wild.” He crosses one leg over the other and leans towards me as I sit down. “Now tell me about this hunk of a man.” I laugh when he wiggles his eyebrows at me.

“Man is a stretch. He’s a boy, until he proves otherwise.”

“So dominant, just like your mama.” I roll my eyes and continue to talk.

“He’s tall, like 6’2 as I previously said. Lean with muscles, and big ass lips for a white boy. Like seriously they’re huge. And he has a killer smile that I saw by accident at lunch today.”

“What did you feel when you saw him for the first time?” Marcus asks and I know exactly where he is going with this. He’s a huge believer in love, and that it can been found at any age.

“Marcus.” I groan but he doesn’t let up. With I sigh, I think back to when I saw him and I bite my bottom lip. It felt like everything around us disappeared and it was only him and I. The way he licked his lips when he heard me groan made me want to grip him in my hands and knead his delicate-

“Alright, stop clenching your thighs, you little w---e.” Marcus says snapping out of my thought. I burst out laughing and so does he.

“Looks like little miss Olivia just experienced lust at first sight or loooove. Now the question is, what is she going to do about it?” I shake my head and scoff at Marcus before taking another drag from my joint.

“You know you’re a horrible influence right?” The gay man just smirks and winks at me.

“I’m not here to be your mentor. I’m here to make sure you live your best life, and get in as much trouble as possible. Without going to jail.”

“Who’s going to jail?” I smile up at my mom, who steps from inside the house, plucking the joint from my hand. She takes a long drag as she sits in the chair beside me and looks at Marcus and I expectantly.

“No one,” Marcus says with a sly smile. “But your daughter needs condoms.”

“MARCUS!” I scream as I bury my face in my hands.

“I don’t know what you’re so embarrassed about. How many times did I find Tony on top of you in Mississippi?” My mom questions and I feel the bile rise in my throat.

“Mom-”

“Don’t mom me. I’m your mother by

law , not birth, so I don’t care as much as I should about your sexual life. Just be safe and wrap it up.” I glare at her and roll my eyes but she’s right. She’s really my Aunt Lory, but she took me in when the state was about to take. “Sex at your age is normal nowadays.”

“I know but it’s still weird to talk about,” I mumble as my mom hands me back the joint.

“What ever happen to Tony? He stopped coming around well before we moved.”

“Cheated,” Is all I say as I think back to Tony and Kendra, the b---h that almost had me charged with attempted murder. I thought Tony was the love of my life. He was tall, chocolate, rippling abs, and he was two years older than me so he did things to my body that I knew no one else could do. Oddly enough, I always felt unsatisfied but I kept going back for more.

“Oh yeah, with that little Kendra b---h. You fractured her skull remember?”

“Yeah, I remember, and I remember being handcuffed and taken to juvey, too. God, MIT isn’t going to take me because of my f-----g permanent record.” I groan and Marcus bursts into laughter.

“Sweetie. MIT doesn’t give a f--k that you’re a little feisty. You are one of the few people who aced the ACT’s and you can build a computer out of a paperclip and a piece of wire. They’d be stupid not to bring you onboard.” Marcus’s praise mixed with the weed gives me a giggle fit and I have to bit down on my bottom lip to stop it.

“Tell me about this guy though.” Mom says as she nudges my shoulder.

“Please don’t get her started Lory, she was already clenching her little thick thighs.”

“That an oxymoron.” I say to Marcus and he furrows his eyebrows.

“Who doing oxy?!” He screeches. I double over in laughter and so does my mom.

“No you f-----g idiot. An oxymoron is two contradicting words paired together.” My answer comes out in a more serious tone. My mom calls it my professional voice. The voiceI’m going to use in my MIT interviews.

“Well I know from experience that things can be little and thick.” Marcus counters and I shoot to my feet immediately.

“Alright, I’m hungry, and I personally don’t want to talk about each others sex lives anymore.” Walking into the house, I get my phone out of my backpack, grab a bag of chips and a drink before heading up to my room to do nothing in particular.

Two hours later my mom is banging on my room door and I jolt out of the nap I didn’t know I took.

“What!” I scream as I throw my legs over the side of the bed. My mom opens the door at the same time that I stand up. When she steps in she not alone and when I see who stands beside her my jaw drops to the ground.

It’s f-----g Zed.

“This young man came to see you.” My mom blinks innocently and I glare at her.

“Thanks for showing me up Lory.” Zed says and I scrunch my nose up at him. I look at my Mom who swoons like a h---y teenager before smiling sweetly at me and leaving the room. It’s then that I realize…one, I just heard Zed talk and his voice was the sexiest thing I have ever heard, and two, the motherfucker is standing in my house.

How did he even know where I lived?

“You know the big house across the street on the hill?” My eyes snap up to meet Zeds and I fold my arms over my chest. I can’t help but admire how pretty he is. His hair is damp and I can hear the faint sound of rain from outside. Zed’s face and lips seem to shine from the moisture and my bottom lip slips in-between my teeth.

Is it possible for a boy to be beautiful? Gorgeous even?

Zed’s large lips are turned up in a smirk and I mentally slap myself back into reality.

“Yeah, what of it?”

“Well Ms. Bryant, it looks like we are neighbors.”