you're not alone [k.q]

*chapter 9*

*A/N 69 Reads XD Thanks guys. Sorry for the interruption.*

   OLIVER'S POV

  

   "The school called," my father says the moment I walk through the door. Great.
   "Why weren't you at school, Oliver?" he demands, his voice level rising.

   "A friend needed help," I say. I wasn't completely lying, but not completely telling the truth. 

   "Friends? Oliver, you got a scholarship to this bloody school! Friends are completely irrelevant, at this moment. Your friends obviously aren't helping you if they're pressuring you to skip school. You actually shouldn't have friends, its only your second day of school. You are antisocial," my father yells. "I'm surprised you are leaving school with people because Oliver, if you're skipping school to do drugs again, I will not hesitate to-" he growls while punching through the dry wall.

   Dick. My stepmother comes running into the family room. Ironic how it is called a family room when my step-brother and I want nothing to do with each other. "What's going on?" she questions in her pathetic American accent. The only accent I actually find pleasing is Anna's...

   "Oliver here left school early and is now coming home, saying that 'a friend needed help,'" he says sinisterly.

   My stepmother, Kari's pale blue eyes go wide.  "Oliver, I'm sure you had a good reason to, but your father and I can't afford to have you leaving that school. You auditioned, and Payne is a very hard school to get into. Don't let it happen again," she scolds while giving me sympathy. Sympathy for what?

   My father glares at me and turns around to the hallway, where I see my stepbrother peeking his eyes through his bedroom door. "What the hell are you looking at!" he booms.

   My stepbrother's blue-green eyes get wide and then he leaves his room to escape through the back door. Stupid cunt has no life, prying in on mine.

  

   "Oliver, Kari is right. It better not happen again," he orders while walking to the kitchen and pulling out a beer.

   ANNA'S POV

   I told Oliver to drop me off at the bus stop, that way my mother doesn't suspect anything. When I reach my driveway, I see Kellin's black Chevy parked next to my mother's small silver car.

   What's he gonna do? Scold me? I laugh to myself and reach my front door.

   "I know you were with Oliver today," Kellin says as soon as I shut the front door. His blue-green eyes are fixed on me as I set my yellow Jansport down on the floor by the couch I sat down on.

   "So what if I was?" I ask, agitated. I get it, his best friend died only yesterday. That still doesn't give him the right to blow up out of nowhere and ditch me out of nowhere. He should be grieving, like me. Not ripping people's heads off.

   "I wanted to take you out," he says, scratching the back of his neck. He's hiding something, I know it. Since he looks uncomfortable, I decide not to push it.

   "If I would've known that, I would've went back to class," I tell him. I really would've.

   "I already apologized for this morning. So, please just stop hanging out with Oliver behind my back, alright?"

   This annoys me. "Kellin, it wasn't behind your back. If you would've asked in a nicer way, I would've came out and told you instead of hanging up," I say, loudly. I run my fingers through my curly brown hair, trying to calm myself down and get it out of my face. 

   Kellin rises to his feet. "But you are with me, Anna. Don't you understand that?" he demands. I know my mother is here, so I can only hope she is taking a nap.

   "Kellin, I know that. You act like Oliver can just swoop in and make me leave you," I tell him, tears threatening to spill over my lids. I stand up and wrap my arms around his waist.

   "I know Mitch wouldn't have left if he had a choice. I have a choice even though its different. I don't want to leave you, Kellin. I'm staying here, right next to you, like I always have."

   I hear Kellin sniffle quietly and feel a teardrop of his fall onto my arm.

   "I love you, Anna," he says through his tears.

   "I love you, too."

   Eventually, I pulled Kellin to my room and I put in a movie. We cuddled in my bed until we both fell asleep.

*This is NOT over! Just because there is a nice happy time now, does not mean there won't be drama more often. Should I put more Oliver POV in, or no? And guys, read my new thingy on my profile. It is called Band Imagines, and everything is in the first part!  Thanks. Vote, Comment....*