Like I thought, all the attention was on the boys and me throughout the school day. Apparently there was some kid down in the principal’s office at the same time we were who eavesdropped on the whole confrontation. He spread the news around school that the two new guys had connections with the President and that I was involved. People were asking questions every five minutes. I didn’t even know the kid. He was some guy who got held back and had to repeat tenth grade.
Thanks to him, we also got followed out of the building since most people knew I walked home every day. However, to my great relief, my driver Charles came to the rescue.
As we were walking out the doors, I spotted the familiar black limousine parked out front. It pulled up to me as soon as I got to the edge of the sidewalk. The window rolled down.
“Charles?” I asked, surprised.
“Hey, Holly,” he replied, smiling.
Charles was somewhere in his late forties, with brown hair that was graying in some places. He got a tan since the last time I saw him three months ago. Despite his age, he was still very handsome, with his bright hazel eyes and strong jawline. Many people mistook him for being in his mid-thirties.
The smile on Charles’ face faltered once he noticed Al and Arthur on either side of me. “Who are these two?” he asked politely, though that meant he wasn’t too happy.
“Oh, this is Alfred and Arthur,” I answered. “They’re coming with me.”
“Really now?” Charles frowned at me.
I chuckled nervously. Charles was like an overprotective brother to me. He disliked every boy I was friends with. “Yeah, it’s a… complicated situation.”
His eyebrows shot up. “You’re not—”
“No!” I exclaimed, my eyes wide. I knew what he was going to ask, and decided to save myself the embarrassment by cutting him off. “No way. You don’t need to worry your handsome head over that.”
He obviously perked up at the compliment. “Flattery won’t get you anywhere, sweetheart. Now get in.” I did so, and the boys followed suit. “Straight home?” he asked.
I glanced at the people standing on the sidewalk, watching. This wasn’t a stretch limo; it was one of those shorter, classier ones. “Take a different route, though. We might be followed.”
“Alrighty.” He pulled out onto the road as quickly as he could without breaking the law too badly.
“So you do have a private driver!” Al exclaimed excitedly. “Why didn’t you have him drive us school?”
“Why don’t you now talk about me like I’m not right here?” Charles replied, smiling in the rearview mirror.
“Sorry,” Al mumbled. England snickered. “Um, so why didn’t you drive us this morning?”
“I got pulled out of vacation unexpectedly. I didn’t arrive until ten o’clock this morning.”
“Why did your vacation get cut short?” I asked.
“No idea. Cathy didn’t explain herself. She just said I needed to come back ASAP.”
“Huh,” I mumbled. “That’s strange.”
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Never Take the Brown Bomber Jacket
Fanfiction'I got up to look at the thing I tripped over. Picking it up, I saw that it was a very familiar looking brown bomber jacket.' - - - Holly Rosewood thought that she had a normal life, besides being filthy rich, living in a three-story mansion and se...
