Loving Oliver

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【Ｃｈａｐｔｅｒ　０３　Ｌｏｖｉｎｇ　ｔｈｅ　Ｉｎｔｒｏｄｕｃｔｉｏｎｓ】

The flight went well after I fell asleep to the music I had downloaded onto my phone. I had started listening to my friends up and coming band The Rejected Hearts and it was amazing. I couldn't get enough of them and their sound.

I make my way through the large airport and down the escalators to baggage claim and look for my green suitcase and finally spot it through the giant ass carousel that brings out my entire flight's luggage.

Moving through people with a gentle nod of my head and an occasional soft 'excuse me' I snap the suitcase and turn around trying to get to the doors.

I slide my cellphone out of my pocket glancing at the screen for something from my brother. Any sort of indication that he won't leave me at stranded at his airport.

Nothing yet.

I thought I would have to wear my baseball cap and sunglasses but a quick glance in the area proves my concerns irrelevant. No one seems to recognize me or cares about my presence. It's a breath of fresh air that no one wants a sound bite from Parker Jones the model turn addict. I don't tempt fate and secure my ball cap on my head but toss my sunglasses in my purse and tie my jean jacket around my waist noticing how warm it is here.

"Parker Jones!" A loud male voice calls my name and I nearly have a heart attack.

Shit. Not the pap, I thought it'd be more laxed here in Tennessee. Everyone in the baggage area was so consumed with grabbing their things I didn't see a single person turn their head my way.

Fuck.

"Parker Jones, over here." I turn toward the voice near door number 3 and spot a blonde guy about 6'4 waving at me.

His eyes catch mine and his smile widens as he sees my face. It's as though this guy recognizes me, and it sends me on alert. I didn't want to deal with a crazy fan. Especially by myself.

I squint at him giving him my best bitch face. No, not resting. I never rested my inner bitch. She was always working overtime. Especially after what happened with Oliver and me.

However, despite my radiating bitch face his smile grows and his throws his head back laughing at me. He doesn't even try to hide the amused grin that grows on his face as he walks my way.

I remain calm as he approaches despite my racing heart. It was an airport, a crowded airport. I was safe.

Safe.

Oliver was safe.

Until he wasn't.

Fuck, it was getting hard to breathe.

He's stops a few feet in front of me before he opens his mouth. I beat him to the punch.

"I know three different martial arts and I'll use all 3 if I have to. So, you best get going." I huff jutting my chin out.

His grin widens and his perfect white teeth only mock me.

"Not what you think Parker Jones. I'm a friend of your brother's. He asked me to come with him to pick you up from the airport." He explains reaching for my suitcase.

Yeah fucking right.

"No." I reply with bite to my tone.

His eyebrows furrow and then he shakes his head in understanding.

"Your brother's phone died, and he didn't have your phone number memorized. He's out by the curb waiting for us. He didn't want to get stuck driving around the airport again and make you wait longer." He explains.