Too Close

Chapter 11

Olivia's P.O.V

November

"So how's life with a foster-brother? It's been a few months now, right?" Aaron, Haylie's older brother, asked. He should have graduated last year but he fell short a few credits so he had to make it up and spend another six months in high school. We were in our seats for History. Our teacher, Mr. Wallace was having us watch a documentary on nuclear missiles and the world wars. Everyone in the class was whispering or texting, but I took notes because Mr. Wallace was infamous for his pop quizzes.

"It's fine," I sighed, scribbling out a sentence I was starting to write when I couldn't hear the rest of it. Aaron set his elbows on his desk and crossed his arms then leaned toward me.

"My sister says he's hot," he said with a smirk. He and Haylie looked almost identical with matching almost white blonde hair and blue eyes.

"You get a surveillance job and you suddenly drop your love for women and turn gay?" I asked, peering at him. He leaned back and scrunched up his nose.

"No. My sis just says your bro is good looking, that was all I was saying," he said.

"Are you sure? 'Cuz I'm getting vibes." He clenched his jaw and glared at me and I laughed.

The door to the classroom opened and in walked Tyler. "Sorry Mr. Wallace, I got caught up in the hallways." He walked to his seat which was right next to me. Oh yeah, where we used to only share lunch and free period together, he was now in this class and in my Spanish class after he switched out of Public Speaking and had to change his schedule.

"Here he comes now," I nodded toward him and Aaron looked up.

Mr. Wallace merely glanced at Tyler. He was the cool teacher, looked pretty young, maybe mid or late twenties, and he hardly cared if we were late to class. As long as we weren't failing this class he didn't care much.

"Hey," Tyler threw over his shoulder as he sat down in his seat next to me.

"Hi," I threw back. It made me miss what the narrator said in the document. I bit down on my pen and nibbled it in frustration. I stopped talking with Aaron to concentrate on the documentary and my notes.

My concentration was broken when I kept hearing an annoying noise coming from next to me. I turned my face to look at Tyler on my right. He'd been talking to the girl sitting next to him, who giggled at every word he said.

"Could you keep it down?" I asked as I leaned over my desk to peer at the girl past Tyler. Her eyes flashed open and she looked at me.

"Sorry," she flushed with embarrassment and hid behind her pink hair. I flashed her a quick smile in thanks. Then I turned my head to face the front again. Not one minute later the giggling was back. I looked around the classroom at everyone else to see if they were getting as annoyed as I was by this girl's laughter. Everyone was either on their phones, sleeping, texting, or making paper airplanes. Aaron was playing a football game on his phone, also oblivious.

"Could you too do us all a favor and get a room that isn't this one? I speak for all of us. We'd really appreciate it," I said the last part to Tyler directly as I glared at him.

"Just because you don't get any doesn't mean I can't." I narrowed my eyes at his remark.

"You wouldn't know a good hit if it smacked you in the face," I retorted. I heard Aaron snicker next to me.

"How about you turn yourself around and watch the video so you can get your precious little A."

"Ms. Verano?" Mr. Wallace called from the front of the room.