The Billionaire Darkness

Chapter Fifteen

Olivia Thorne

I had just started my shift, having walked from school to here straight as the bell rang and I was almost late because of the fact half the school seemed to be going in the opposite direction as the doors when fourth period was over.

It was only an hour later I slid into the doors of the Starbucks I was employed at before slipping on my uniform and going to the front counter where Samantha or as she preferred Sam stood stocking the display case while I walked over to the till.

"Hi Olivia" she greets being her usual bubbly self.

"Hey Sam, I see things are busy" I comment and she just shook her head.

"Everyone left like a minute before you got here I've been here for half an hour" she says looking up at me, "you're scaring them off".

"That's a good one" I laugh, "I couldn't scare a fly".

I then heard the sound of a bunch of vehicles when a white Maserati sedan, grey 911, and one final gloss black car parked which was when I recognized it as a Bugatti.

Who drives one of those in Brooklyn.

Three boys then got out of the first two vehicles but no one got out of the Bugatti. All of the boys were good looking too there was no question about that, all of them were probably from powerful and wealthy families.

The first to get to the door was the only blonde member of the group before all three of them walked in.

What am I watching real life Elites.

When they got to the counter the blonde ordered first.

"Could I have a flat white with extra foam please" he says, followed by an ashy brown haired boy.

"Mocha Cappuccino two pumps of caramel".

"Your manners suck, could I please have a London Fog, and an espresso" the last of them and seemingly the leader of them asks with a polite smile, but I also had a suspicion that whoever was in the glossy black Chiron was the true head of this friend group, and based on choice of transportation the wealthiest.

"How would you like to pay?" I ask occasionally darting my eyes over the hazelnut haired boys shoulder.

"Visa please" he replies producing a golden card that I suspected was metal.

Once he had paid Sam and I started on their order since no one else was coming in and we could get away with being helpful with one another.

As I set the final drink down and they all thanked me and Sam I watched them all walk out with the hazelnut haired boy carry the espresso out to the Bugatti and hand it to the owner.

"Imagine being that wealthy" Sam muses following my line of sight.

"At least two of them were polite" I comment.

"The one who was rude seemed hung over".

"Might have been, the guy in the Bugatti didn't even come inside".

"I wonder why?" Sam asks more into the air then to me.

"Probably just doesn't want to be seen in Brooklyn".

"We're too poor to be seen in the same room as him".

"Who knows" I then shrug in a motion to move on from the conversation even though I could hear all of them leave and in a weird action I glanced up in hopes of seeing the face of the fourth boy but the tint of the window mostly obscured his face along with his arm and hand.

The next few hours were rather uneventful besides the nearly two dozen orders that Sam and I attended to each, before having to go through a list of things to clean up the store for closing.

By the time I was done it was nine and no one else would be coming in for the night.

"You're off I'll see you again" Sam says.

"Definitely not, I'm leaving you" I feign and Sam pretends to be hurt.

"I'm joking, I could never" I add before walking into the back to remove my uniform.

When I walked back out I watched my mom park curb side before Sam waved at me as I left.

"Don't steal pastries" I warn before pushing open the door to get into the car.

"Hi mom" I say giving her a smile.

"Hi Olivia" she says before pulling away as I buckle my seat.

"How was your shift, and your day at school?" she asks looking over at me.

"School was alright we have a quiz in a few days either tomorrow or Friday, and work was pretty normal a group of boys came in but I think they all are some of the rich kids from Manhattan".

"Could be from Heights and not all the way from Manhattan" my mom suggests turning and heading off back towards our house.

"Not with one of the vehicles" I muse mostly to myself and for what felt like the millionth time that Bugatti appeared in my mind.

"You're mumbling".

I then repeat myself a little louder.

"Hmm, who knows. Were any of them at least nice" my mom says with a smile.

"Two of them yes, one was a little harsh, the last one didn't even come inside".

"Weird, but at least a good portion of those that you met were nice".

"Yeah" I reply looking back out of the window as we got near home.

Brooklyn at least where I lived was the kind of neighborhood that I liked yes it was all shoulder to shoulder living in terms of they were all townhouses, but other then that I enjoyed it. I also wouldn't even consider myself a rich kid though I probably was one, but why should I put titles on anything being humble instead of sticking material objects in peoples faces was much more appealing to me.

When my mom finally parked outside our house I hoped out and walked up to the door using my key to unlock the door and walk inside. As I got to the top of the stairs my mom got inside and came up as well to go to her room.

"I'm going to bed I'll see you in the morning sleep well Olivia" my mom smiled warmly and I returned it before going into my room to shower and go to sleep.

Undressing I tossed my clothing into a bin across my room pretending that I was a basketball player and getting each item into the cloth dual slot bin.

I'm also not the only one that does this and I know I'm not.

 Walking into the bathroom I then stood in my shower in an attempt to wash off the smell of my workplace that only seemed to stay on my clothing until I had washed them.

I also attempted to force myself to picture the driver that I didn't get a good look at. If I had to guess he was probably just as good looking as the rest of those boys were.

Maybe more?

Muttering to my brain to shut up I finished what I was doing and got out before drying off and pulling on a crimson hoodie I walked over to the corner of my room and grabbed my laptop before sitting in bed and pulling up Shadowhunter's since I seemed to be able to fall asleep to something rather then letting my mind travel wherever it likes.

I also had the habit of watching more then listening but at some point I'd get close enough to sleep all I'd be able to do is close my laptop and that would be the end of it.

Nearly an hour later I felt my eyes get mountainously heavy, and taking that as my cue I shut my laptop setting it on the ground by my bed before rolling over, and letting sleep take me, and for the first time in my life I dreamt of someone I hadn't even met, and likely never would.
   
     
So we all know who that was but Olivia doesn't, also next chapter is interesting and you all get to see a little bit of a pop off moment from her. Yes I'm saying that but that's how the comments work here so it's easy, also comment, vote, and share. Anyways

Peace✌