If I Could Turn Back Time

If I Could Turn Back Time

Sophie and Oliver's Story

There is now a SEQUAL: (About Oliver's Sister)

Chapter 1


His lips were soft and gentle against mine and he held me as if he was scared I'd break.

When his lips left mine I looked up into his brown eyes in longing.

"Get it, Oliver!" someone yelled with a wink.

He shook his head and grinned.

"I'm going to be late." he whispered in my ear.

"So am I." I said breathlessly.

He pulled back to look into my eyes and I reached up to push aside a stray brown curl from his face.

"I love you."

They were three perfect words and he meant them.

Before I had time to respond his lips were on mine again.

"Get to class, lovebirds," a hall monitor yelled in annoyance.

I smiled and took a step back.

"For the record, Your love cannot compare to mine."

I dove into the classroom.

He had no time to respond and I knew I was going to pay for it later.

The hands of the clock moved faster than they ever had before.

My thoughts drifted to Oliver and a few fond memories brought a smile to my lips.

We had been friends then.

"I thought you loved her." I had whispered.
We were sitting in a corner booth at Oliver's favorite resturant.
"That's the word: loved."
He'd paused a moment staring down at his food and the strawberry shake in front of him.
Then his eyes rested on me and I looked away nervously, sipping my chocolate shake nonchalantly.
He grinned.
"Go ahead say it. I know you want to."
"Well... It was bound to happen. She's a whore."
I didn't look up into those eyes for several moments, but as the silence stretched on I did. I instantly regreted it.
His eyes were intent on mine, evaluating my tone and my expression.
"You were bound to get your heart broken." I continued, "I mean it happens to everyone at one time or another."
I began rambling and to my horror, Oliver listened intently to each word.
Finally, after countless pleading looks he interuppted.
"And you would know this...how? Have you ever even been in a relationship?"
His attempt to stop my rambling worked like a charm and his words stung.
I was silent for a long time before responding.
I cleared my throat and when next I met his eyes they were apologetic.
"No, it's fine. To answer your question yes I have. Two actually and they didn't end so well so naturally I speak from experience."
My words came out fast.
I remembered venting to him that night about the two huge mistakes I'd made in my life. I told him about the boys and how I never wanted to fall in love again, but I was thinking that it was already to late.
I was in love with Oliver.
He'd hugged me that night and said good night; promising to find me the right guy.
He was true to his word... He had.

"Sophie Miller!"

It was a loud yell and I looked up to find everyone gone but me.

"The bell rang didn't it?"

I looked over at the teacher.

"I'm sorry, Ms.G. It won't happen again. My full attention is on you next time." I muttered before running out into the hallway; still blushing.

I hit right into a stranger and my books flew from my hands.

"I'm so sorry." I said; reaching down to pick up my books.

"Don't worry about it. I enjoyed it."

My eyes widened and I giggled nervously.

A hand I knew well reached down and picked up the books before I could.

Oliver straightened up and glared at the stranger.

"I've got it from here, champ." he said tightly.

The stranger nodded with a smile and turned to go, but not before throwing one last flirtacious smile my way.

I laughed and Oliver grabbed my hand; pulling me away.

"He comes near you again and his a** is mine."

It was a rough growl and I giggled.

"You're cute when you're jealous." I said releasing his hand and heading for my locker.

"It's Friday and my mother wants to meet you." I continued after a moment of silence.

His eyes clouded over.

"I can't today. I've got something I have to do."

My jaw clenched and I slammed my locker.

"Come on, Sophie. I can go any other day."

"Fridays are the only days she has free, Oliver and you know that!"


"It's always the same excuse! 'I'm busy' or 'I've got something to do.'"

I headed for the bus but his hand wraps around my waist.

"At least let me take you home."

I shoke my head.

"The bus is fine."

Without another word, I moved out of his grasp and boarded the bus for the first time in two years.

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