Snow White lives like Robin Hood

Chapter five:

CHAPTER V: HOPE

"Did I scare you?" A man's voice asked. I cracked open my eyes to see Oliver in front of me.

I stared at him in disbelief. I mumbled something and he let me go. "What?" He asked, letting me go but he still held the knife at the base of my throat.

"Are you out of your mind? Why are you trying to kill me?" I shrieked.

"You have some explaining to do." He told me with unbelievable calmness.

"I have some explaining to do? You're the one holding the knife against my throat!" I bugged my eyes at him as if to state the obvious. He smirked but didn't back down.

"I think I have something that belongs to you." He gestured at his bed and my satchel was there. I felt relief flood through me, but it was quickly replaced by anger.

"Why did you steal that?"

"That's a stupid question, I'm a thief. Of course I steal things, you are no exception." He said simply.

"Well, then give it back." I demanded and tried to take a step towards the bed. But Oliver yanked me back towards him, hard.

"What is your problem?" His strange behavior is irritating me now.

"Do you work for her? Tell me now. I don't like liars." He grits his teeth.

"Well I don't like them too. What are you talking about? Who's 'her'?" I asked, perplexed.

"I was talking about Adrianna, of course. I saw this," He tossed me my iPhone.

"You better explain right now." I looked from him to my phone then to him again. I started laughing. I collapsed on his bed, this is ridiculous.

"Oh you've got to be kidding me." I said when I regained control of myself. But then I burst into giggles again. He furrowed his brow together, but then he smirked.

I watched him carefully. He leaned towards me, and put his arms on either side of my head, trapping me. He leaned in closer, so close I could feel the rise and fall of his chest as he breathed. My laughter automatically stopped, and I widened my eyes in anticipation. What is he doing?

"What are you doing?" My voice barely audible; and the words came out in a whisper. He didn't answer though, he just leaned in closer now, and I could feel his weight against my body. The heat rose to my cheeks.

"Ollie?" I asked again. "Ollie?" He repeated and smirked at me. "Is that a shorter version of my name?"

He said; his voice husky. "It's called a nickname, and yeah. I'm too lazy to call you by your full name. I hope you don't mind." I stared at him.

His gaze dropped to my lips. Oh God. My heart started to beat faster and faster, I thought it was going to burst through my ribcage. This boy sure knew what to do. He brought his gaze back to my eyes, and he started talking again.

"I will ask you again, what is that you're holding?" He said; his breath incredibly sweet.

"It's called a phone. A device used to communicate to other people. Where I come from, this is very common."

I explained, miraculously finding my voice. He seemed very confused. "Like a portal? You can talk to them instantly?" He asked. I was glad he got the gist of what I was saying.

"Yes." He nodded.

"So you are not a witch?" He said softly.

"No, I am not." Much to my dismay, he got up. I was starting to like the closeness, even though it was a bit odd. "I am sorry Victoria; I hope you understand that I was only protecting my family."