The Billionaire Darkness

Chapter Ninety

The encounter from last night was still stuck replaying in my head the next morning when I got up and rushed through the shower. I had tried to remember if I missed something from last night about him, or his face but I couldn't remember anything other than the clothing he wore, which were easily the same as thousands of other people in New York. Even Brooklyn had upscale neighborhoods where people dressed like that boy.

As I finished drying off I wandered into my closet and picked out a ribbed moss green sweater and black jeans, ankle boots, and a grey cashmere coat which I'd forgotten about but since the sky was newly overcast it seemed like a better choice than a hoodie. Pulling my hair up into a bun at the back of my head supported by a clip since I didn't have the energy to try and do something with all of it, and I wanted to not look homeless.

And I was feeling a little more like myself today.

Grabbing my bag I walked downstairs and found my mom with her purse in her hands at the front door pulling on her shoes dressed in her scrubs. She gave me a once over before smiling faintly, like the change in how I normally had been dressing made her happy.

"You look great Olivia," she said and I smiled back glancing down at myself.

"Thanks mom," I say, before she stepped out of the front door and gave me a quick wave which I returned a moment before I heard the sound of my friends arriving.

Walking into the kitchen I grabbed what I needed out of the fridge and cupboards before the front door was knocked on. Tossing my food into a cloth bag I stuffed it into my backpack where it wouldn't be crushed by textbooks, and my binders before rushing to the front door. Pulling it open I found both of my friends standing on the threshold wrapped in jackets and giving me a similar look to what my mom gave me.

"You're dressed... different, what changed?" Paris asks and I shrugged back.

"Felt like it, why does it look bad?" I ask, suddenly feeling a little conscious of what I was wearing.

"No, no, you look great, it's just..." Paris trails off, leaving the rest unsaid, which was unusual for her to be cautious about saying anything.

"You've been wearing a lot of dark colours and over sized clothes, doesn't really seem your new style," Angela attempts and I nod.

"I'm trying it out," I say, which wasn't that far from the truth.

"Well, I approve, also we should get going," Angela says before leading Paris away towards the car while I locked the door and followed after them.

Climbing into the backseat I settled in as Angela guided the car out of my street, and towards Williamsburg.

Getting to the intersection for the bridge I spotted a black ZR1 Corvette with the windows rolled down, a boy in dark sunglasses sitting at the wheel, his hair ruffled either by choice or the wind dressed in a half zip grey sweater, and a black leather jacket his hand covering his face as he stared ahead, and the familiar feeling crashed into me again as I looked at him. Something about me screamed for some similarity, some giveaway that he was the same boy who'd sat on that bench with me last night, but I also hadn't been looking at his hands and even if I was I wouldn't have been able to tell. I also wasn't going to flag down some stranger because I had the ridiculous question, 'hey, you seem familiar, were you by chance in a park at midnight last night?'

I'll choose not to wear a straight jacket.

The light then turned green and faster than anything had the right to move the car and the boy were gone, and changed lanes through the gaps in traffic, disappearing from view in less than fifteen seconds.