Those Who Loved Me

Oliver was the kind of guy everybody loved. He was rich and handsome and he could get whoever he wanted in a finger snap. Yet his stare always ended up on me. He was a 3rd year and it was soon time for graduation.

One day, he finally came to me. He didn't say anything, he just tried to flirt with me with his smile, his look, his everything just to get my attention. Nothing worked, I ignored him, I hated him. He's a jerk, a cheater, a hooker and nobody I ever would want to love, but when I tried to leave, he grabbed my arm and then kissed me. His arms where too strong for me to leave. All I had to do now was just play along.

Next day, he came with a car. Nodded at me, wanting me to join him. Rumors said that he never says the first word. If I played my cards right, this could be the quietest relationship. As I sat there quietly while he was driving me home I started to text my friends about this weird relationship. Without noticing I was home and he grabbed my phone and started tapping. He gave it back after exactly five minutes and now I had him as a contact.

We never messaged each other, sometimes he would call me but we never spoke. Sometimes he sent pictures to me, but I never answered. Sometimes we wrote emojis to each other and then there was this one day he finally wrote with words. "Please, I'm begging you, talk with me! Sleep with me! I do anything to get your love!" and I simply answered "No". I wouldn't do this even if money had to be involved.

Days have been passing by since our texts and nothing has been said in our relationship. Something told me that he was getting anxious because we never got action to the relationship. Finally he was looking at me and gesticulated that he wanted me in the bed. Of course I ignored him. Finally he was shouting to me. "God sake Manna! Let's go on a date! Have I done something to you to give me the cold shoulder!?" As people stared at him I just gave him a wink and then turn around. Just as I was about to walk, I could hear footsteps running closer to me and then he slapped me. I got mad and just said "There you go, I talked to you. It's not that I like you. I just don't talk with boys who I despise"

Olivers life was short. Rumors said that his body was found in his room bloody. There was a gun and drugs in his room. Some said he had a pact with the devil himself. But others claim it was overdose. Some blame me for his actions, when in the end, it was just no for wanting to sleep with him. Rich, spoiled, hooker, drugs Oliver sure had an interesting life.