Greenridge Academy

Chapter seven

LachLan's POV:

  Olivia is avoiding me. I understand her being angry in the moment, even a couple days I understand. But it's been two weeks, and she hasn't even come to class. She no longer eats in the courtyard with that little brunette. Skipping class I think is a big thing for her. Rather than facing me... being brave as I thought she was. She's hiding... she's taking more measure's than I thought she was able. It was a stupid little prank, almost everyone has already forgotten about it... onto the next embarrassing thing. I don't understand why she's so bent about this, everyone has stopped sharing the pictures of her. I look around the courtyard, the red brick walls around me make me feel like they're closing in around me. The look on her face when she looked at me was horrifying. She didn't just look hurt — she looked terrified and I regretted it instantly. The only reason any of this happened is because of me, I paid Braxton to do that. Somehow she made his job a lot easier, I never would have guessed she would start playing beer pong. I mean come on! The small quiet girl who has a job at the library randomly decides to play beer pong for the first time? For fuck's sake. Once I learned that she was coming and Miles had been giving me shit for always catching me looking at her I thought this would put his mind at ease. I thought it would get him off my back, and make him realize that I don't care. I couldn't give a fuck less what happens to her and would gladly embarrass her in front of the majority of the school. It was meant to be a little fun, something to laugh about. However I am not amused, and neither was she. I don't know why I keep thinking about her, it's not like I'm thinking of her full lips. Or how her eyes aren't just green. There's a dark blue ring around her eyes, and they're more yellow than anything. No — I'm thinking about what's going through her head. What she's thinking about — what she thinks about me. Fuck this bullshit. I don't do shit like this.
  I pull out my phone – the newest iphone of course. Father would have nothing else but the newest best thing for his children, having to keep up the persona of a loving father. Giving gifts and trips like he loves us more than anything. Maybe that is the case for Libbi, but not with me. He hates me, and he hates that he can't control me. I'm supposed to be the son who takes over the business, the son that all of his colleagues and enemies are watching to see who their ally or new threat is. It doesn't matter that I'm seventeen — or that I was ten when he started teaching me lessons as he calls it. I text Scar and see if she can meet up, I need something to take the edge off. She's almost always available and willing. Most of the time I feel nothing... I am a numb group of cells mixed in with the rest of the useless people in this useless world. Scar makes me feel something, not love. But pleasure, satisfaction. That's all she is useful for, she's tried to be more. Has tried hinting that she wants more from me — but I can't. I can't give more... I can't be more. This is all I am, and all I have to give someone else. I am no better than the next person... maybe even worse in comparison. She started getting annoying, I hadn't seen her for a few months before the party. But I was anxious and waiting, like I am now. So I let her come kiss me, while her friend danced on my lap. I didn't ask her name, I didn't need it. I'll never be seeing her again. After we left the party they both had my mind completely occupied for a few hours. Luckily for them my stamina is high.
  It takes her twenty minutes to respond back to me, now I'm not even interested. I see a flash of blonde from the side of me. My head snaps in the direction and surely enough there she is. Her hair is done, makeup on, same sexy thighs on view. Her smile is plastered on her face, not moving an inch. She walks across the courtyard, someone whistles at her and a girl snarls her teeth and calls her a whore. I watch her as her back tenses, waiting for what she'll do. She takes a deep breath and continues walking, until she reaches the table my sister is at. What? She sits down and gives Libbi a big fake smile. Since when have they been friends? This is a disaster waiting to happen, I can feel it in my bones. Without a second thought I get up and quickly make my way over to them.
  "Sister." I say while looking nowhere but Olivia. She keeps her head down, looking at her phone like I'm not standing here. "Brother. To what do I owe the pleasure?" She says while rolling her eyes. The fuck did I do? Why is she mad at me? Yeah she chewed me out after she saw what I did... but she never stays mad at me. I thought she was trying to stick to the girls then... she said she didn't know her. I clear my throat before coming up with a reason for why I'm here. "What time will you be home today?" I look around and place a smirk on my face. "I will be having — company. I would rather if we didn't have to conceal ourselves. " I pause for effect. Trying to think of something that will make Olivia look up at me. "You know how loud Scar likes to be." I say cockily. Olivia tenses but doesn't break her eye contact with her phone. Maybe she's a virgin and is just squeamish about the topic of sex. That would make sense why she looked so horrified the other night. That doesn't matter, nothing gives her the right to ignore me. I mean come on... I'm Lachlan fucking Richards. I get what I want. Whenever I want it.
  I clear my throat again in hopes that I don't have to do this, but she doesn't move. "You." I say while nudging her seat. She's persistent, I'll give her that. "You've been avoiding me, however we have a project to work on." I say through clenched teeth. Still nothing. This fucking girl. I lay my hand on her shoulder using a small amount of pressure to turn her toward me. She lurches back like I burned her. She has a wild look in her eye, as she stands up and steps up until our chests are brushing with each breath. "Keep your fucking hands off of me." She says with clenched teeth. I raise my hands keeping them close to me at my shoulders. She looks from one eye to the other before scoffing and walking away. What the fuck? I look toward Libbi with a confused look on my face. "What the fuck is her problem?" I ask still in a state of confusion. It's not like I groped her. Libbi scoffs, "Don't play dumb brother. It's not attractive." She says before leaving me alone. Wondering what the fuck just happened.