The Lies You Weren't Told-Sequel to Crazy, Messed-Up Life

Chapter Seven

(Oliver's POV)

After my sisters and cousin left with the raven haired girl, the lads turned to me and scrutinised me. I held my nose up proudly. "Where, may I ask, will I be stationed for the evening?" They all gave me confused looks. I exhaled in vexation. "Where is my quarters for the time from now to the dusk?" More confused looks. Now I was really irritated. I guess I will have to lower my IQ for the evening if I wanted anything in this excruciating place. "Where will I be sleeping tonight?" I inquired, trying not to ckoke on the simplicity of my words. "Oh," the five boys exclaimed at once, realisation lighting up their petty little faces. I just do not understand how a girl like my sister could stand to talk to a bunch of simpletons like them, let alone date one. I stared at the blond one, the one who claimed to have been Olivia's boyfriend. He was the best looking lad in our dwellings, well, besides me anyway and his green eyes reminded me of emeralds and his blond locks of the sandy beaches my parents took Olivia and I to when we were but children. I stepped towards him, cutting off whatever he was saying to me. "How rich are you?" I asked. He looked shocked. "What?" I rolled my eyes. Was he deaf or something? "How rich are you?" I  repeated, a tad more irritated. He raised a eyebrow at me. "Why?" I crossed my arms and held my chin up. "Because I refuse to allow my sister to be with a poor deadbeat who wears green pyjamas all day." He glared at me. "It's a ninja gi, for your information," he stated, "And what makes you think you can decide who Ollie's dates?" "I'm guessing that you are not rich then?" He looked offended. "I'm not rich, but I'm not poor either," he growled, "It doesn't matter anyway. She's my girlfriend because she loves me, not because of how much money I have." I chuckled half heartedly, then glared at him. "Listen here, boy," I growled, "The Johnson family has a long history of nothing but boys. We have all dated and been married off to the next richest families to keep our family at the top; nothing but the best. Now I'm not going to let the first girl in our family in hundreds of years marry a impecunious ignoramus like you." That obviously hit a nerve. The boy shoved me into the wall and pinned me by my throat with his arm. "And you listen here," he growled, "First of all, we're not getting married...yet. But when we do, you'll just have to suck. It. Up. And second, as long as you are on this ship, you have no control. If you step outta line, I will not hesitate to throw you off the side of the ship. Got it?" I nodded slowly, glaring at him. He pulled away. "And also, talk like a normal person. Not everyone is a human thesaurus." And with those words, he turned and walked away. I brushed off my hoodie and huffed. That boy needed to learn some manners. "Hey, Ollie's brother," someone called. I turned to see the boy in red with spiky dark brown hair raise an eyebrow at me. "Do you want to know where your bed is or are you sleeping on the floor?" "Of course not," I snapped, "Show me to my quarters." He huffed, amused. "Okay, then, grumpy boy, come on," he turned and started walking. I crossed my arms. "I am not a child," I said softly, before following the boy. I was still angry at the other boy for standing up to me. Nobody messes with Oliver James Johnson and gets away with it. Nobody...

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A/N

Hey guys. Sorry for the big words you guys may or may not know the meaning of. Oliver is a smart, snobby-ish rich guy and I had to use big words. If you want to know what they mean, look it up in a dictionary. I'm too tired to write out what they mean. Sorry.

Anyway, whatcha think bout Oliver? Quite the charmer, eh? What do you think he's gonna do? Tell me in the comments ^w^

~Ollie out ~