A Life I Didn't Plan For

Chapter Four

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Oliver POV:

The cold crips air felt nice against my skin as I jogged. It was late, but no that late. There was some other neighbourhoods close by so I decided to run there since it wasn't too far from my closed off house.

With a song filling my ears I ran down the sidewalks of rich neighbourhoods. Inside some houses a few parties were going on, some had loud music blasting from inside, so didn't because it may have been a dinner party or a holiday party or a snobby rich wife get together; because who wouldn't want to attend one of those? With the wives talking about what Botox they used, what plastic surgeon they had, what new clothes they bought. Well, not all wives that were married to a wealthy man or just rich themselves acted like that, but pretty close to all of them did.

That was sure how Erin and her friends acted. Although Erin's friends were slutty and had defiantly came on to me I rejected them. Why? Well because Erin would find out and I don't want a woman to use me for my social statues or my money. That's why Mystery Girl caught my eye and my mind.

I missed nights like these when I could rub outside without being chased down or noticed. This right here was my escape of the real world, only if it were for a few moments of peace; it meant a whole lot.

My feet slapped against the sidewalk as I picked up my pace slightly. Out of no where I bumped into someone.

Shįt!

I hadn't seen them and felt extremely bad.

"Oh my god. I'm so sorry." She apologized.

"Don't be," I told her just before she looked up at me. Mystery Girl. "Are you alright?"

She nodded and fixed her clothes a little. "I'm-"

"Don't be sorry at all, I'm sorry." I cut her off. "Are you that girl from the bakery this morning?" I asked bluntly.

She nodded then cleared her throat. "Sorry. Yes. My grandma owns the bakery and I do a lot of the baking there."

A smile spread across my lips. "Did you make those cinnamon buns?"

A slight pink blush spread across her face as she nodded again.

"Those were amazing," And they truly were. They were some of the best baked goods I've ever had. "You're an amazing baker."

"Thank you." She smiled up at me, her teeth were straight, perfect, and sparkling. Her smile could light up all of New York.

"So are you okay?"

"Oh yeah, I felt sick and thought it was best to come out here from some fresh air." She responded to my question.

I nodded. "Your hair," I couldn't help but smile just before reaching out and moving the misplaced pieces of hair behind her eyes. She had such a beautiful young face.

"Thank you." She mumbled, like she was lucky even to get those words out.

"So are you at that party inside?"

She looked back at the house then at me again. "Yes. I'm here with my friend."

"I see, just be careful." Why was I telling her though? Füćk. We didn't even know each other.

She let out a giggle type sound out than thanked me.

"Will I see you at the bakery in the morning?"

She blushed again. "More than likely." She turned away and went back inside leaving me standing there and wondering.

I still didn't know her damn name. Could I really keep calling her Mystery Girl?