The Story Of An Anonymous Girl ✔

Chapter 50

TW: Mature Themes in this chapter.

MIA

A car starts to honk, making me disoriented as I open my eyes. I look at Oliver, who is zoned out and not driving. Once I am back to my senses, I notice that we are parked in front of my house. Oliver is thinking about something happy because there is a smile on his face, but suddenly it disappears. The grin returns, making me beam too, and I feel compelled to ask, "What are you thinking about?" His head swivels towards me, scaring me that he will snap his neck because he does it so fast.

"Jesus! Why do you have to scare me like that?" He shrieks.

"Because we are at my place already, and you have been thinking about something happy, and then it suddenly turned grave for only a few seconds, and then happy again." I reply.

"Why do you have to be so observant?" He questions, making me almost groan in frustration. This guy is the most ignorant person ever. I have had a crush on him for more than a year.

It's a basic instinct of mine to observe every single action of his.

"Is it my fault that you've been thinking about something so interesting for five minutes that you didn't even realise that we're at my home already, Ollie?" I say, trying not to sound sarcastic.

He grumbles and responds, "Wait, I'll pick you up. We have school tomorrow, and I don't want your feet to hurt."

I reply affirmatively because my feet do hurt. I am never wearing heels again.

Oliver picks me up even before I realise it. But once I do, we are already at my door, and I hear footsteps. I jump out of Oliver's arms hastily and slip my heels off.

"Why did you do that?" He questions, and I think he is stung that I jumped out of his arms. He's adorable. He looks like a cute puppy whose favourite treat got taken away. I smile inwardly at the thought.

I murmur, "Pops is gonna tease me to no ends if he saw me like that."

He manages an "Oh." out, as he understands, and I give him a smacker.

As if on cue, pops opens the door. I say, "Bye, Oliver."

He returns, "Bye, Mia." while biting a smile.

I enter the house, and pops asks, "How was it, baby?"

"I don't have words, dad."

"It was that good?"

"Yeah, pops." I say, rolling my eyes in annoyance at his surprised tone, and climb up the stairs to my room. He says something, but I can't hear it. I remove all of my makeup and undress. Dressing in my pyjamas, I slip under the duvet, and a smile falls on my lips before I close my eyes.

The alarm's irritating noise wakes me up as I resist the urge to press the snooze button. Shuffling under the covers, I finally wake up and get out of them. I drink some water from my water bottle and move towards my closet. Tying my hair up in a bun, I grab my towel and set my clothes for the day - a black denim skirt and a graphic crop top with sneakers.

I brush my teeth, cleanse my face and then hop into the shower. Once I'm done bathing, I wipe myself and moisturise my face and entire body. Applying sunscreen, I get dressed and brush my hair out, getting rid of any tangles, and braid it in a French braid.

I move downstairs with my backpack and notice that mom and dad aren't dressed yet and are sipping coffee in their nightclothes.

"Uh...aren't you guys going to work?" I question.

"Nope. Since we have to move to New York by the end of next month, we have paid vacation till then."

"Okay, that's great. I'm going to school. Bye." I say, pecking their cheeks.