A cLiChÈ lOvE sToRy

6 - WhO dOeSn'T wAnT tO gEt OuT oF dOiNg A lItErATuRe TeST

After sitting in a red Ferrari for what seemed like an hour, I finally saw Oscar emerge from the building.

"Didn't you hear my horn?" he asked as I got into the driver's seat.

"I did but I got some really good things on her-"

"Don't tell me, right now it's too risky, I don't want her to see it in my eyes tomorrow." he held his hand up.

"Hey, I expect a well done, I didn't get caught."

"You didn't." he smiled at me, "well done, roadkill."

I have to say I wasn't expecting that.

He suddenly turned the key in the ignition and then pushed his foot down on the accelerator.

~*~

"How do you know where I live?" I turned to face Oscar, who had just passed in front of my house.

"There's a file on the home addresses of all of my dad's employees - or, ex-employees - in case they ever posed a threat to my father."

"So you just memorized mine?"

"I figured I would be needing it, you better get down before someone peeps through the drapes to see you conversing with your family's most hated person right now." he pointed at the windows that gave a clear view of the outside.

"Good idea." I got out of the car and he was gone immediately after. "Thanks for the ride." I whispered.

Once I got up the front porch steps, my mother opened the door.

"Who was that?" she squinted her eyes into the distance.

"Someone from school." I closed the door, obstructing the view of her peering eyes.

"Why didn't you invite them in?" my mother asked.

"He had somewhere to go." I smiled as I walked up the stairs to my room.

As I walked, I thought to myself - were Oscar and I friends?

~*~

Amanda crunched on her carrot.

"So you guys are like, friends now?" she asked, mouth full.

"More like we're in cahoots." I sighed, mixing around the sorry excuse for pie on my plate.

"Well," she sighed, dropping her carrot." I've gotta go see Mr. Solloway. I got an 85 on my maths test."

I nodded and she stood up, leaving me alone.

I fingered the carrot on my tray and turned my nose up at it. I hated carrots. Amanda did too but she had to eat them because she was dieting.

I sighed and walked out of the lunch hall to take a stroll around the school. I walked down a hallway to find Oscar coming down the same hallway with papers sticking out of his bag.

With a glance I saw that they were the literature papers Mr. Spring was planning on testing us on and I shook my head, inwardly happy that I didn't have to study for that again when from the corner of my eye, I noticed Mr. Spring about to turn in that corridor and I knew with a glance, Oscar would be caught.

I turned to Oscar, who was right next to me, and pushed him onto the lockers, his bag behind him and his muscular body obstructing anyone's view of the papers.

"You didn't call me back!" I yelled at him.

"What the fuck, roadkill?" he spat, his eyebrows furrowed.

"I called you all night with the papers hanging out of your bag!" I grabbed his chin and turned his head to face the direction of Mr. Spring.

His eyes widened.

"You ran away!" he yelled back at me.

"No I didn't!" I shook him.

"I think he's gone." Oscar sighed, lifting my hands off him.

"You're welcome." I continued walking down the hallway.

"Hey, roadkill." I stopped and turned to face him. "Why did you help me?"

"Who doesn't want to get out of doing a literature test?" I continued my journey to the library.

"Thank you." he yelled and I smiled as I heard him begin to walk away.

He didn't call me roadkill.

~*~

"Where are my papers?" Mr Spring slammed his hands on his brown wooden desk, his face redder than a cherry. "Where are they?"

He began to walk past the desks, staring at us one by one, attempting to intimidate us so we would tell.

"I'm assuming you know where my papers are, Mr. Bdight." Mr. Spring stopped at Oscar's table and rested his hands on it, eerily calm.

"Not a clue, Mr. Spring. I'm surprised myself that they aren't on your table." Oscar lied so smoothly, I almost believed him myself.

"We'll see how surprised you are when I call the janitor to search your lockers." he marched to his table and picked up his phone.

I turned to Oscar to find out that he had gone pale and I knew then that the idiot had left the papers in his locker.

"Please may I use the bathroom?" I rose my hand up as he tapped in numbers.

"What?" Mr. Spring glanced up at me then looked back down at the phone. "Whatever, I trust you enough Mrs. Jatoar, so don't misplace my trust in you. I dearly hope you don't get caught at any locker.

"You can trust me." I smiled at him and then practically ran out of the room.

I walked into the hallways to find the janitor lazily looking through lockers while mumbling silently to himself.

"Afternoon Aberdeen." he saluted me.

"Hey Marcus. Sorry to interrupt you but can I get something from my locker?"

"Sure. As long as it isn't papers." he laughed.

I smiled at him and walked up to Oscar's locker calmly, my heart beating at super speed and tried his birthdate. (Don't ask me how I know.) The locker pinged open and I turned around, the janitor was moving away, whistling, his back turned. I pulled out the papers and locked the locker, dumping them in the first locker I came across that had 000 as its password. Sweating, I returned to class.