I Hate You...I Think (3 page)

I stepped lightly toward the corner listening intently. I could hear voices. Angry voices at that, then an odd smacking sound. Yelling erupted. I peeked around the corner to see a group of guy fighting one a
nother, Oliver being one of them. Him and some guy were throwing fists, a few collided but most of them the other dodged. An arm snaked around my waist and jerked me back clamping a hand over my mouth.

             
"What do we have here?" A man whispered into my ear. I struggled kicking at him.

He just laughing and lifted me off the ground, my feet were dangling. He proceeded to carry me around the corner, as I struggled
. His grip tightened on my ribs, crushing my lungs.

The men had stopped fighting. Four stood on one side, one being the guy Oliver had fought he was in the center with the others around him. He must be the ring leader. Oliver and two other guys stood next to him. They were glaring at one another until we turned the corner.

              "Look what I found," the guy holding me mused. Oliver's face went pale at the sight of me.

             
"She's pretty hot," the ring leader of the other group smirked. "She gets to watch the show."

             
"There isn't going to be any show, Jason. You’re on our territory. Get the hell gone now," Oliver threatened giving the ring leader of the other group the most evil look I have ever seen.

             
"Ehh....I'm bored of you anyways. We have a new toy now," Jason grinned looking over at me. I cringed at the look in his face and struggled once again to get free of the giant ogre holding me. He had to be well over six feet tall. I couldn't reach the ground at all. His arms were like iron bars across my chest. He was about to break me in half.

             
"You aren't taking her," Oliver snarled. About that time a few more guys came walking up the alley ahead of me, every one of them with a weapon in hand, bats, chains, knifes. Holy crap, what have I gotten myself into!

             
Jason looked at the new group his eye brows pulling together in frustration.

             
"Let her down," he barked. I was dropped instantly. I stumbled forward in my heels. Oliver made a swift gesture to me to come to his side. I didn't say anything but hurried to him. He grabbed my arm jerking me behind him. I placed my hand on his back to steady myself as I held my ribs. The guy to my left gave me a goofy grin. I returned it with a half-smile.

             
Jason was watching intently. He smirked at Oliver.

             
"Found a new love interest?" Jason laughed darkly. Oliver was ridged his face hard and his eyes unfriendly.

             
"You've got three seconds to get off my territory," he growled. Jason held up his hands in defeat, still smirking. They started walking the opposite direction of the group of guys who seemed to be blocking the whole right side of the alley.

             
"Have fun tonight bumping that hot piece of ass. But, come this weekend, I'm going to beat your face in at the tournament and take her from you," Jason winked at me. Oliver pushed me further behind him. My face was bright red. That guy thought Oliver and I were together. No one moved till Jason and his gang was a good ways down the alley. Oliver spun around looking at me furiously. I took a step back hitting the wall.

             
"What were you thinking?" He almost yelled. I blinked at him and gulped. His anger frightened me to no end.

             
"I'm sorry," I whispered. The other guys in the alley had moved in closer to look at me. I felt trapped. Hell, I was trapped. What are they going to do to me now? They started at me half amused half worried. They all were wearing black clothing, a few with exotic hair styles.

             
Oliver let out an annoyed sigh and shut his eyes rubbing his forehead.

             
"Logan, Eien, go make sure Jason got the hell out of here," Oliver ordered. Two guys behind him moved away quickly. They headed down the alley in the direction Jason had gone.

             
"What we going to do about her?" The guy to his left asked. He smiled at me like before.

             
"Nothing," Oliver muttered opening his eyes to look at me.

             
"Are you hurt, Everlyn?" He asked. I shook my head no, my arms crossed over my stomach pressing myself against the wall.

             
"You’re lucky you know that," he scolded. "Why the hell would you just follow me like that? Are you stupid?"

             
"No, I'm not!" I snarled. I'm not stupid, a little curious for my own good but NOT stupid. The remaining guys in the alley laughed. I frowned at them.

             
"You’re not going to tell anyone about this," he told me in a hard tone. No one would believe me, even if I did.

             
I just nodded. He raised an eye brow at me.

             
"I won't," I told him. After all he did save me, technically. He could have let them take me.

             
"I'll make sure of that," he assured. The two guys he had sent were walking back down the alley. Oliver looked up at them expectantly.

             
"He's gone," one informed. Oliver gave a brief nod.

             
"You should go back in the club, Ever," he told me.

             
"I have to wait in line again," I groaned. He chuckled for a moment.

             
"She could come with us," The guy the left offered.

             
"No," Oliver frowned. "She's seen enough. I'd rather her not get involved in this."

             
"A bit late for that," the same guy replied. Oliver waved his hand at the guy.

             
"I'm taking her back inside. I'll see you later."

             
With that Oliver took my arm and pulled me down the alley back to the club.

             
"Later girly," the dude called. I glanced back and waved. He grinned as did the other guys. We turned the corner out of sight. Oliver led me to the back door.

             
"It's locked," I told him. He didn't say anything pulling something out of his pocket. It was a key, he opened the door. The music was deafening.

             
"Oliver, I'm sorry," I muttered looking down at my feet. I felt like I should apologize and I didn't know why. I honestly don't know what I was thinking going after him. It was stupid.

             
"You can't tell anyone about this, do you understand," he told me frowning. I nodded.

             
"I mean it; if anyone gets involved with this it could be bad for them. Someone could get hurt, like you almost did," Oliver insisted.

             
"I know, and you'll get in trouble too," I frowned.

             
"Good night, Everlyn," Oliver said softly. I smiled and turned to go into the club. Oliver grabbed my arm gently.

             
"How about I buy you a drink next time," he smirked. I couldn't help but smile. He placed his hand on my back and pushed me inside the club. I turned and watched him close it behind me. Well, this has been a strange night. 

Chapter Three

             
It was chilly outside as I made my way to school. Kimmy hadn't even realized I had been missing last night. She got over Oliver pretty quick and moved on to some other guy. I had yet to tell her about what happened. A part of me wanted to but another part told me it probably wasn't a good idea.

Oliver had said if anyone got involved things could be bad. For no only him but us as well, and I don't want Oliver to get in trouble. As crazy as tha
t sounds. Kimmy really didn't need to get involved in whatever the hell is going on. I don't even want to be involved. Why did I have to be so curious? I could have got in a lot of trouble.

             
Grumbling to myself I made my way to the Cafe in Harmon hall. I need my coffee. As I stepped into the Cafe the smell of roasted coffee hit me. I inhaled happily. I gave the Cafe a once over and found Oliver, or should I say Mr. Wolfe, sitting in the corner.

He looked up to see who entered and his eyes met mine. I looked away quickly and went to the counter and
ordered my Cafe Mocha. The girl made it quickly and handed it to me. I took my first sip. Yum! I headed over to a table as far away from Oliver as possible. Plopping down in a chair I pulled out my book and started reading.

             
"Good morning, Miss Fox," Oliver greeted in a professional manner. I just nodded. "I was wondering if I could have a word with you about what we talked about yesterday."

He gave a polite smile but
I could see in his eyes that he wanted to make sure I hadn’t told anyone about last night.

             
"I'm sorry I don't recall having any conversation with you sir," I told him in and innocent voice. He looked at me a moment.

             
"Oh, perhaps it was someone else. I'm very sorry to bother you," he frowned at me and exited the Cafe. I sat there a few more moments. I just want to forget last night even happened. I don't want to know what's going on or have any part of it. I would have to face him sooner or later.

             
My first two classes went by quickly today. I was anxious about having Oliver in class today. It was still a bit cold out. I wrapped my jacket tighter to my body as I trudged across the court yard to the English building. At least he won't talk to me with other students in class. Hesitating a moment, I opened the classroom door and stepped in. Oliver stood at the front of the room with a few people around his desk. They looked up as I opened the door. I recognized them as a few of the guys from last night.

             
"Everlyn, I'm glad you’re early, we need to talk," Oliver told me stepping around his desk.

             
"Actually, I just remembered I have somewhere else to be," I told him and turned on my heels to leave.

             
"Stop!" He ordered in a hard voice. I froze cursing at myself. I could just open the door and run. The door opened before me and students stared to enter. I stepped out of there way and glanced back at Oliver. He gave a forced smile at the students.

I turned walking past him and his friends to my desk. The nice guy from last night smiled at me shaking his head. I slide into my seat and faced the front giving a polite smile. Oliver didn't look pleased at all. The guys clustered around his desk said goodbye and left. The guy who had smiled at me waved as he exited the room.

              Class drug by and Oliver's mood changed slowly. He was back to his happy self. When the end of class came he smiled sweetly at everyone.

             
"That will be all for today," He told us. Everyone stood and stretched then started heading for the door. I shoved my stuff in my bag and jumped up to follow them.             

             
"Miss Fox, will you stay a moment?" He asked politely, just as I got in front of his desk. I stopped.

             
"Ever? You don't mind me calling you that do you?" Oliver asked once all the students had left.

             
"I think you better stick to the more formal approach, Mr. Wolfe," I replied.

             
He smirked. "Of course, Miss Fox."

             
"Is there something you needed?" I asked impatiently. I wanted to get away from him. I didn't have a class later today but I didn't want to stay in here with him.

             
"I was just going to ask if you were going out again," he smiled politely.

             
"Why?" I asked suspiciously.

             
"Well, I do owe you a drink, don't I?" He smirked.

             
"Don't worry about it," I muttered eyeing him carefully.

             
"How would you like to have dinner with me tonight?" He offered.

             
"Oh, not a good idea," I shook my head.

             
"Look, Oliver. I don't know what's up with your random mood changes and everything but having dinner is a bad idea. You’re my teacher, it's illegal," I told him with a frown.