I Hate You...I Think (12 page)

             
Oliver grabbed my hands to stop me from hitting him.

             
"Ever," he said softly smirking.

             
"What!"

             
"I never said we had sex," he told me smugly. "But, it's nice to know you are a virgin."

             
I stopped trying to hit him instantly.

             
"We didn't?" I asked bewildered.

             
He shook his head laughing. "No."

             
I dropped my hand falling into his chest. He wrapped his arms around me chuckling. There was a small knock on the door.

             
"Umm...Oliver? She didn't kill you did she?" Alex asked cautiously.

             
"No, everything is okay," Oliver laughed. I couldn't stop from laughing either. I can't even imagine what the guys were thinking hearing me go off on Oliver.

             
"Better?" Oliver asked with his face against my hair.

             
"Why didn't you stop me?"

             
"It was amusing," he grinned.

             
"I was about to kill you."

             
"I know...that is why I did stop you."

             
"So...what did we do?" I asked pulling away to look at him.

             
"This..."

             
Oliver cupped my face kissing me passionately. He bit my bottom lip and ran his tongue over my lip. The kiss lasted only a moment but when we pulled away I was panting. Placing his forehead to mine our noses touched.

             
"Drunk or not I have very good judgment. Unlike someone," he chuckled. I stuck my tongue out at him and he kissed me again.

             
I pulled away. "Stop that," I ordered half-heartedly. I was enjoying kissing him more than I should though.

             
"You my teacher Oliver."

             
He smiled and kissed my nose causing me to blush. "It's not illegal and so what if I lose my job," he shrugged.

             
I gapped at him. "What do you mean so what?"

             
He smirked and planted one more kiss on my lips. "Get dressed," he told me and swiftly swept out of my bedroom door before I could protest.

             
I dug around for something to wear. After showering and putting on a pair of tight black jeans and my favorite black halter top. The guys were wearing all black I'm sure it had to do with their gang stuff so I might as well fit in to. I blow dried my hair and straitened it, then applied my makeup making it dark. There was a knock on my bathroom door. Opening, it I found Oliver again. He was leaning against the door frame. He looked up from the floor at me and froze his eyes giving me a once over.

             
"It's going to be awful hard concentrating on anything with you looking like that," Oliver spoke licking his lips. I blushed and looked down at me feet. His hand grabbed my chin and brought my face up.             

             
"Make sure that tonight one of the guys is with you at all times. Do you understand?" Oliver's voice was completely serious and a bit strained.

             
"Okay," I nodded. I had no plans of being alone with the weirdo Jason or any of his gang, not after what Oliver said about them.

             
"I mean it, Ever. Jason's gang isn't going to be the only one there."

             
My stomach knotted up. "Oliver, if I'm going to be in that much danger, maybe I shouldn't go."

             
"As long as you’re with us, you'll be fine," he reassured his lips pursed. I wasn't unsure about this but nodded.

             
"Am I going to have to lay across peoples laps again," I groaned.

             
Oliver smirked. "Nope."

             
I raised an eyebrow at him.

             
"You ready or what? Because, the tournament's not just about street fighting. We got to get there early for other stuff," He told me still smirking.

             
"What does that mean? What other stuff?" I asked cautiously. I don't think I'm going to like this at all.

             
"You'll see."

             
I groaned, I hated surprises. Pushing pass him into my bedroom, I found my converse and pulled them on.

             
"It's a good thing you wore all black. I was going to mention that," Oliver told me still leaning against the bathroom door.

             
"Yeah, I figured as much," I told him standing up.

             
Oliver opened my bedroom door and ushered me out his hand touched my back and sent a shiver down my spine. Jet and Logan were playing the Wii and the others were finishing up eating. They glanced up then did a double take and looked me over.

             
"Damn, I don't know if it's a good or bad thing bringing her. Not only will the other guys be distracted, we will to," Jake chuckled. I imagine now my face was as red as my hair.

             
"At least she's not wearing a skirt. We'd have to have to be fighting people off her all night," Alex smirked still looking at me.

             
"Okay, stop staring your making me uncomfortable," I ordered. Jake mock saluted me and I wacked him upside the head. He just laughed.

             
"Well, let's go," Oliver ordered heading for the front door. They all jumped up leaving the plates lay where they were.

             
"Hey, nah uh," I told them all. They stopped and looked back "Plates in the sink, TV off," I told them giving them a stern look. They stared a moment then went and did as I told them. Oliver stood at the door chuckling quietly. I placed my hands on my hips and glared at him.

             
"My house will not be a wreck. If you guys are going to come over then you’re going to clean up after yourselves."

             
Once they had done as I told them we headed down stairs to the parking lot. I stared in shock as they headed for a group of motorcycles. They were Kawasaki Ninja's, everyone had a different color. Oliver had a solid black one he pushed on my back leading me to it.

             
"No, helmet?" I asked perplexed.

             
"No, sorry," he shrugged. "I'm a good driver. I won't wreck, I promise," he told me with that lopsided grin I adore.

Blushing I nodded and tied my hair up into a pony tail. He got on and I slung my leg over the large bike and slide into position behind him.

              "Hold on tight, Ever. Oliver drives like a bat outta hell," Jake told me. I knew that! Why had I chosen to ride with him.

Oliver glared at him and started his bike and took off before I could protest. I wrapped my arms around his waist quickly as not to fall off. Oliver did drive extremely fast and it scared me to death. Though, I knew why he did it. I was clinging to him tightly and I could see he was smirking. I guess this gives me an excuse to touch him. Though what if someone saw us riding together?

              "Oliver?" I asked getting closer to his ear so he could hear me. He turned his head slightly.

             
"What if someone sees us together?" I asked.

             
He shrugged. "I told you I don't care.

             
"Oliver," I scolded him. He shook his head and shrugged again. He didn't care if he lost his job? Then why have a job if you couldn't care less about it? He is so confusing.

             
After riding for a while I began to relax and enjoy the ride, my arms still wrapped around Oliver's waist. I honestly didn't want to move. My better judgment told me I shouldn't be so close to him, but clearly my better judgment is not winning. Seeing as how I'm on my way to a fighting tournament and hell knows what else.

I thought about our
kiss. What did it mean to him? Because it meant a hell of a lot to me. The farther we drove the fewer cars we seemed to pass. We got farther out into the dessert. Oliver took a turn on an old dirt road. I looked back to see the others close behind. I spotted Logan he looked like he was in a little pain but super excited. We rode for about thirty or so minutes. I could see lights in the distance; they were getting closer and brighter.

             
"Are we almost there? My butt is numb," I told Oliver. He chuckled and sped up. I tightened my grip on his waist in terror.

             
"Oliver Wolfe," I scolded. I seen a smirk on his face and had the urge to just bite the crap out of him. I shocked myself a bit by that thought. We got to a chain link fence. A few guys were standing there looking pretty intimidating.

             
"Oliver," one guy greeted with a grin. His eye shifted to me for a moment then back to the others and back to me again. Oliver gave the guy a death glare. It was a look of pure malice.

             
"Glad you could make it," he said and motioned for the gates to open. Oliver didn't speak a word to him only nodded and went pass. The guy at the fence winked at me in a creepy pervert way. I gave him a look of disgust.

Oliver and the others formed a close group as we entered the lighted area. The lights I had seen were from cars. Lots of cars. They lined the area making it look like a make shift road.

People were everywhere walking about. They moved out of the way as we came through. I saw a few other girls but they looked like complete tramps. We passed a group of guys wearing all blue the girl was leaning on two of them making out with one while the other was touching her butt.

             
"Don't stare, Ever. That could get you killed in a heartbeat," Oliver muttered to me. I snapped my eyes to the back of his head. Finding an empty spot they fit the seven bikes in perfectly. A few of those trashy girls walked by and looked over at the guys and grinned.

             
"That's disgusting," I mumbled to myself and swung my leg over the bike. Oliver followed looking around a hard look on his face. He turned to me.

             
"Things are a bit different here, Ever. Women aren’t treated with respect. They are only for pleasure. The girls you seen are the gang whores, everyone uses them and they enjoy it. Don't stare at anyone, don't make eye contact, but don't put your head down. It shows you’re scared," Oliver warned. I felt my chest get tight.

             
"And, most of all. Don't leave our side," Jake told me coming to stand next to me.

             
"Trust me, I won't."

             
Oliver gave a stiff nod.

             
"Around here we're known for not talking much, so..." Jake started.

             
"No talking," I finished for him.

             
"It's for a good reason. They look for a weakness so they can use it," Jet said from the other side of Oliver's bike.

             
"Jake, Tyler, Jet, you’re with me. Eien, Alex, Logan stay here. Keep a look out for Jason," Oliver ordered. Eien nodded.

Oliver then wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me with him away from the bikes. Jake was close on my left. I kept my eyes straight ahead not looking at anyone. We went up the aisle of cars. A few people here and there gave cat calls at me but the instant Oliver glared at them they shut up. At the very end of the cars and bikes there was a group of people.

              "Oliver!" A girl squealed running up to him. I glared at her a moment. Wow...why am I jealous? I shouldn't be jealous. She came up to him and went to kiss him. I froze. He caught her and pushed her away disgusted.

             
"Roxanne," Oliver growled glaring at her. A bubble of happiness swelled in my throat. He didn't seem to like her. She suddenly noticed me on his arm.

             
"Who's this bimbo?" She asked glaring at me and putting her hands on her hips. She was wearing a short mini skirt and a tube top, with three inch heels.

             
"Bimbo?" I stepped toward her. Oliver clamped his arm tight around my waist and wouldn't let me go.

             
"Oli, who is she? I thought we were together," Roxanne said her eyes filling with fake tears.

             
"Oli?" I snickered looking up at Oliver. He glared down at me but it wasn't as hard a look as he had gave her.

             
"I was never together with you," Oliver told her pushing past her. She looked pissed but not at him at me. I rolled my eyes at her.