Leave Mary Jane Alone

Chapter Twenty-Five

My whole body was hot. It was raining that morning but now there was just heat. Burning me like hell.

"Mary Jane? Mary Jane! Shit shit shit shit!" Oliver was running to me all sweaty and hot and I blinked. Where was I? What did I do now? I thought I'd fucked something up. Again?

"It's ninety degrees outside Mary Jane. What are you doing out here?" He picked me up from on top of his car. I couldn't talk. In fact I was just really hot. My body didn't want to do anything. And I didn't force it. I just stayed in his arms and even that was uncomfortable. It was all uncomfortable. I didn't want to be touched.

Oliver kept mumbling to himself. He felt bad over something. I wanted to ask what about. My mouth was too dry. My throat seemed to be closed. I didn't even want to open my eyes and see the sun. I just laid in Oliver's arms. Was I going to die?

We got to my house which was closer to school than his house. Then there were three voices. Oliver's rang the loudest. Mom? Danny? What the hell was going on? I was too tired to listen. I closed my eyes again. And went to sleep. I liked sleep.

I slept like a bread in the oven. I was cooling down by that time. I felt good. Real good.

I didn't really want to open my eyes. I heard Oliver talking on the phone.

"Olivia you're not telling jack shit. I swear to god! I will tell her everything myself when I'm damn well ready!"

He paused a little bit as he walked around. I was in water. He was in my room. I was glad he couldn't see me. I blushed thinking about what if he did. What would he do?
I giggled to myself quietly.

"What do you mean a fucking deadline. Olivia I'm going to tell you what. You're going to hop off my dick and I'm going to spare you and forget you did this. Or I swear to God!-" she hung up I guess because he cursed really loudly. Then he grumbled to himself.

It sounded serious and I wanted to ask about it but I knew he wouldn't tell me. So I didn't. But I didn't stop thinking about it either tell who what? Me?

"Are you done checking on her yet? Honestly it doesn't take that long! Is she awake?" I heard Danny Donovan yelling from somewhere downstairs. I smiled. Danny Donovan sure was something.

"Hold your horses asshole. Why the hell are you even here anyhow?" Oliver asked. His voice came closer to the restroom. And he opened the door and I was glad there was a shower curtain there. Or was I? Jesus he made me want things.

"I'm coming up fuckboy!" Danny Donovan shouted. Then his feet pounded loudly on the stairs.

They were both in the restroom now. I kept quiet.

"You're the fuck boy here. And as a suggestion, shut your fucking mouth. Don't talk to me." Oliver said politely. Well tone wise it was polite but my heart flinched at the edge in his voice. It was scary.

"Look I'm here for MJ. That's all. It was a joke to lighten the mood so calm down. MJ would have laughed." He said. Then he remembered that I was in the room. As did Oliver.

What were they doing here and where was my mother?

"Mary Jaaaaaaane are you awake yet? My dad said it'd take a while. I'll be waiting all day if I have to." Danny Donovan spoke like I was a baby.

"Hi Bugger Sugar. I'm here with your asshole friend. Wake up soon. I'm sorry. Again. I keep fucking up. I'm sorry." He said sincerely.

"Hey!" Danny interjected.

"It was just a joke to lighten the mood so calm down. MJ would have laughed." He mocked Danny Donovan and I did laugh. Loudly! And I snorted water and started choking and I reached out pulling something so the shower curtain fell on me and I shrieked like a pig.