Mirror, Mirror (Book 2)

Chapter 13: Meet Jake Mitchell

Thanks to Oliver's suggestion, Ms. Fern's entire class had waited at least an hour and thirty minutes. Similar to the activities in the bus, boys were trading disgusting jokes, cards, and sports among each other, while the girls discussing boys and their favorite brand of lipgloss.

Twenty feet away from Oliver and Amelia, were Harriet and her two best friends: Ivy Cassidy and Morgan Chang.

Ivy Cassidy was a sixteen-year-old cheerleader, with strawberry-blonde hair, gray-blue eyes, freckles, and a body that made all the boys pounce on her like a cat.

She had on a floral baby pink shirt, with jeans, and light brown flip-flops.

Meanwhile, Morgan Chang wore a light blue frilly top, jeans, and black sneakers, suitable for hiking.

They were debating on the arrangements for the student Tri-Athalon when Ivy noticed Harriet staring in Oliver's direction.

As usual, Oliver's brown hair was slightly messy, his eyes were greener than emerald, and his clothing consisted of a black t-shirt, jeans, and black shoes, that blended perfectly with his pale skin.

Smirking, Ivy called Harriet's name twice, until the ginger-haired girl glanced in her way.

"Yes?" she asked.

"Who were you staring at?" Ivy teased.

Harriet blushed, then tells her nothing.

Morgan snorted, "Harriet's probably looking at Oliver's biceps."

"No, I wasn't." Harriet snorted. "And keep your voice down, Oliver will hear you."

Ivy rolled her eyes.

"Chill, Harriet," she says. "He's talking to his girlfriend, Amelia."

Morgan shoots her a glare.

"Gross, Ivy. They're not dating," she says as a matter-of-fact.

"That's not what I heard," Ivy insisted.

"Patricia told me that they have been hanging around Oliver's house every day."

"Yeah, that's because Amelia is babysitting him."

"Who needs a babysitter at the age of sixteen?" Ivy asked. "It's weird."

"Says the person who grew up with five nannies from Baltimore." Harriet snorted.

Ivy Cassidy's parents were as charity workers, traveling around the world to give clothes, money, and food to struggling children. Because of this, they hired numerous nannies to take care of her.

Ivy snarled, "So?"

"So, don't be judgemental." Harriet snarled back.

Ivy twirled a lock of her dark orange hair.

"Oh please," she sighed. "It's not my fault Oliver is weird."

"At least he's nice," Morgan says defensively. "None of the boys are."

As she spoke, Morgan points her finger accusingly at Max and his friends, who were entertaining themselves by harassing a meek ninth grade boy.

"See?" she asked.

Ivy rolled her eyes again, pulled out her phone from her pocket, and tries to find cell phone service, while Morgan and Harriet talk about Oliver.

"So Oliver doesn't have a Dad?" asked Morgan.

Harriet nodded sympathetically.

"No wonder he has Amelia." Morgan murmured.

"While we were out of the movie theater, Oliver had told me that he never knew him."