The Story Of An Anonymous Girl ✔

Chapter 9

OLIVER

I park my Range Rover in the school's parking lot. I know that it's a little pricey for a junior to buy, but my instructor got me a good deal from a friend of his, and I spent moiety of my kickboxing's earnings on it. I see Blake sprinting inside the building from the corner of my eye.

Good. Mia doesn't need to see or talk to him ever again after the stunt he tried to pull before the sophomore year. If truth be told, I literally wanted to exterminate him. Deprive him of existence. I just want to wipe out those memories from Mia's mind, heart and soul. I mentally curse Savannah. Had she not coerced Mia to come to that stupid costume party, Blake wouldn't have made a move on her, and I wouldn't have knocked the shit out of him. I will beat the hell out of him again if he talks to her even once. The whole incident just replays in my subconscious like some playlist that I have on repeat.

"Earth to Oliver. We need to get to class before tonight." Mia says, and I snap out of my trance.

I look at her and respond, "Yeah. Let's go to our lockers first. Yours is 120, and mine is 123. They are right next to each other. How are you going to decorate it?"

"Probably with something black!" She exclaims, and I snicker.

"What's so amusing, Mister Anderson?" She questions.

"Remember when you wore that Batwoman garb and thoroughly abominated it?" I state.

"Yes, I did. I eschewed the colour as well, but I have started to develop a fondness for it over the vacation, akin to you." She answers.

I will admit that she looks incredibly sensual and beguiling in darker shades. They enhance her milky skin and cerulean eyes that compliment her luscious blonde tresses.

"Well, yeah. I can't argue with that. I did start to love it after the summer of Year 7." I say.

"I know that already, Mr Anderson. Noah, Alex and I have had a long talk about "your-love-for-black-and-tattoos-phase" remember. Although, I would have loved to see your hair black."

"I might get it dyed again. Have you ever wanted to get your hair dyed?" I ask.

"I have wanted to have my hair dyed an endless number of times. Sometimes, I wanna have the Charlie D' Amelio look. Sometimes it is red or brown highlights. Other times, it's either black and brown ombre, red and pink ombre or pink and purple ombre." She would look good in all of the looks.

"Please do not get red highlights like Amy. It looks as if she lighted her hair on fire. Get them dyed completely red if you wish to."

"Okay. We will discuss that later. Now, do you want to attend classes or detention on the first day of junior year?" She says.

"I would have liked to take the second option if I weren't sitting in my car right in front of the school gate, with a prude lady." I say impishly.

"Hey, now that's nasty." She says, smacking my arm skittishly.

"C'mon! Let's go then. You wouldn't want to skip classes on the first day of junior year, would you little Miss Prude?" I ask.

"No. I would not, Mister Obnoxious Anderson. Whoever reaches first to the lockers gets lunch from the other." She says.

"Okay." I say, and we run to the school entrance.