I Hate You...I Think (4 page)

             
"It's not illegal, it's unethical, and like I said before if no one knows there isn't a problem," he shrugged.

             
"Illegal or not, you will still lose your job," I informed him. 

             
"And, you care if I do?" He asked stepping closer to me, amusement in his eyes.

             
"I didn't say that," I protested stepping away from him. "And, what if I do tell? It's not that big of a deal."

             
His face went hard. "It is that big of a deal."

             
"I don't want to know anything. As far as I'm concerned last night didn't happen. I want no part of whatever the hell you’re into." I scowled at him.

             
"You might be saying that but you could be lying," he smirked again.

             
"What do you want me to do to prove to you I won't tell?" I almost yelled. I was so annoyed. The more and more he went on about it the more curious I seem to be and it was starting to annoy me now. I really did want to know what was going on but it could be bad.

             
"Follow me," he told me and turned heading for the storage room that was to the left of the classroom. I glanced at the door a moment.

             
"I'll drag you back," he told me his mouth in a hard line.

             
"And, I'll scream. That's kidnapping, idiot."

             
I turned sharply and started for the door. Oliver snatched my arm instantly his grip was like iron clamped on my arm. I opened my mouth to scream and he pressed his mouth to mine. I gasp in shock. His lips were gentle and soft but also hard. He stared intently into my eyes. He pulled away a moment later.

             
"Now if you tell anyone I'll let everyone know you seduced me in my own classroom. Everyone will know your name and you'll probably not be able to show your face here again. Having an affair with a teacher? Shame on you, Ever," Oliver scolded shaking his head at me.

             
"It's your word against mine," I scowled.

             
"Yes, but rumors travel fast. Everyone will start thinking bad of you regardless if there is no proof or not. Kids can be quite cruel, even in college," he smiled.

             
"You’re an evil little monster," I told him punching him in the chest.

             
"Oww...” he rubbed his chest. “That actually hurt." He sounded surprised.

             
"Good."  

             
"So, Ever, dinner with me tonight then," he smirked. I mean it was just a kiss, my 'first' kiss, freaking jerk, but a kiss nonetheless. However, if it got out people would think badly of me. What if they kicked me out of college? I don't want people staring at me like I'm a tramp. I had worked too hard to get in this college for some jerk to get me kicked out just like that.

             
I grumbled at him and kicked him in the leg, "Fine."

             
"Wonderful, let's go right now," he told me walking over and taking his jacket.

             
"Why did you want me to go in the closet anyways?" I demanded.

             
"Well, I was going to do that regardless," he smirked. I was beginning to hate that smirk. He led me to the door and peered out then ushered me into the hall locking his classroom door. I waited impatiently. Kimmy is in class right now and wouldn't be out until later. I'm sure she'll want to hang out. Pulling my phone from my pocket I saw I had a new text from Kimmy.

             
“Going on a date tonight. Hope you don't mind."

             
I frowned. This is the one time I wish she didn't have a date. After texting her it was fine I snapped my phone shut, shoving it in my pocket as I followed Oliver out of the building to the parking lot. In the parking lot there were two guys standing by a car. I knew they were some of Oliver's friends. The nice guy that always smiled at me was one of them.

             
"Took you long enough," the other remarked. Oliver shrugged.

             
"This is, Ever. Ever, this Jake and Eien," Oliver told me getting into the driver seat. Jake was the nice guy. He opened the passenger door for me. I climb in thanking him. Jake and Eien then got in the back.

             
"Why's she coming with us?" Eien demanded. And, I thought Oliver was a jerk.

             
"She's going to make dinner for us tonight," Oliver smirked.

             
"What!" I yelled. "You didn't say anything about that," I glared at him.

             
The three laughed. Oliver made a kissy face at me. I gritted my teeth and sat back in the seat crossing my arms.

             
"Freaking jerk," I grumbled. That got a few more chuckles.

             
"Just letting you know. I can't cook for nothing. So have fun eating whatever I make," I smirked not looking up at him. I could cook but I wasn't going to tell them.

             
"I'm sure the cat will eat it. If not we'll use it for fertilizer," Oliver laughed. Turning to face him I reached out and punched him in the arm as hard as possible. Eien and Jake stopped breathing all together. Oliver looked at bit shocked and impressed.

             
"Damn, you punch hard," he rubbed his arm. "I'm quite impressed, Ever. Maybe you'll practice with us tonight," he grinned.

             
"Practice?"

             
"You'll see," he said softly. We went to the grocery store. Oliver shut off the car and hopped out. Grudgingly I got out too.

             
"What if someone sees us?" I growled looking around the parking lot. Jake wrapped his arm around my shoulders.

             
"Who says you’re with Oliver? You could be with me," he winked. Oliver frowned at him. I shook my head. What have I gotten myself into? Who the hell are these guys?

             
The grocery store was all but empty. 

             
"What can you make?" Oliver asked looking up and down the aisles.

             
"Food," I told him sarcastically.

             
"Really? What a coincidence I like food," Jake replied back with sarcasm as well. I laughed a little.

             
"Come on we haven't got all night," Eien grunted.

             
"Fine, grumpy ass. I can cook Alfredo, and mash potatoes and stuff. Whatever you want."

             
Oliver smacked me in the back of the head.

             
"What was that for?" I smacked him back. Jake and Eien looked at me like I was crazy. I guess not many people can hit Oliver back and get away with it.

             
"For lying. Here." Oliver started throwing stuff in the basket he was pushing. Mash potatoes, macaroni, and chicken, everything I needed.

             
"How many people are going to be eating?" I wondered watching him fill the basket. Did he really expect me to cook all that?

             
"About seven," Jake said counting people off on his fingers.

             
"Seven!" That's a lot of people!

             
"Yep, and it better be good to," Oliver told me elbowing me in the side. I shoved him to the side. Jake and Eien watched us apprehensively.

             
Once Olive had paid for all the food we carried it out to the car and placed it in the trunk, then we were back on the road again. He went a little ways down the street. We were pretty close to the club. It was just a street over. Pulling into a driveway of a two story house, Oliver shut off the car and got out. Grabbing a few grocery bags I followed them awkwardly. There wasn't anyone else in the house as far as I could tell.

             
"Everyone will be here at seven. So start cooking," Oliver told me. I grimaced at him. Oliver was an annoying jerk. The boys left me alone in the kitchen to go into some other part of the house. Cursing under my breath I started unpacking the food and stuff.

             
"Freaking stupid jerk. Why do I have to do this? Why can't he just leave me alone?" I grumbled under my breath searching the kitchen for things I needed. I fixed two large containers of Alfredo and placed it in the oven and turned on the timer.

Looking through the bag I seen Oliver had got some brownie mix to. I mixed that in a bowl and dug around for another pan, poured it in while making the boiling water for the macaroni and mash potatoes. Forty-five minutes later I
pulled the two Alfredo pans and tossed it up on the stove, shoving the brownie pan into the oven afterward.

Turning around I caught sight of Oliver, Eien, Jake and few more guys standing at the doorway. I jumped about a foot in the air.

              "Can I help you?" I pursed my lips annoyed.

             
"It smells goods," Oliver commented with a smirk. They all look like they were starving.

             
"It's not done, so get out," I told them. I picked up a wooden spoon I had been using to stir mash potatoes and pointed it toward them. Chuckling, they moved away from the doorway. I turned back and was finishing up with the mash potatoes, when the front door opened.

             
"What’s up?" A guy yelled in a goofy tone.

             
"Damn, something smells good," Another called. A few faces popped into the kitchen.

             
"Out!" I demanded pointing at them with my wooden spoon.

             
I heard Oliver laugh. "In here guys. She might beat you with her wooden spoon."

             
The guys nodded or winked at me and headed off to where ever Oliver was. Everything was done now except the brownies, it was all just hot. I placed all the bowls on the counter in the center of the kitchen.

             
"It's ready!" I called out. A whole crowd of boys came running into the kitchen. I pressed myself into the far corner as they stampeded around me to get food.

             
"Wait!" Oliver told them sternly. Everyone froze.

             
"Guys, this is, Ever. You remember her from last night. It would be nice if you said thank you instead of trampling her."

             
All guys turned to me and I felt my cheeks get hot. There was a various thank you or thanks from all of them.

             
"You’re welcome," I muttered. They went back to filling their plates and pushing one another. The stove timer went off and I pushed a few of the guys out of the way so I could open it.

             
"Shoo," I scolded Jake as he hovered around the stove. I grabbed a glove and pulled the brownies out. All movement stopped behind me instantly. I sat the first tray on the stove then the next one. Jake was closet to me. He stared at the brownies drooling a little. They acted like they've never had brownies before.

             
Eien popped up next to me reaching out to grab one. I smacked his hand with my wooden spoon. He let out a strangled cry of surprise and yanked his hand back.

             
"There hot!" I scolded. "Did you not just see me pull it out of the oven?"

             
Eien frowned at me.

             
"You can have one when you have ate everything on your plate. Not sooner," I informed them feeling like a mother scolding her children. They groaned and dispersed out of the kitchen into the living room. Oliver was the only one left in the room.

             
"Very motherly of you," he grinned. I shrugged not really wanting to talk to him. I half wanted to go home, but I was curious about these guys. Man, my curiosity is going to get me into trouble.

Oliver made a plate and handed it to me. I took it giving him a look. There goes his weird mood change again. He made himself a plate and guided me out of the
kitchen into the living room. I was surprised to see, well more hear, that no one was speaking all their mouths full of food.

             
"I don't think I have ever seen you guys so quiet," Oliver remarked.

             
"This is the most amazing food ever," a guy I had yet to know spoke with his mouth full of food.

             
"Don't speak with your mouth full. That's bad manners," I scolded.

             
"Yes, ma'am," he told me after he swallowed. I nodded approvingly. Oliver sat down in a black leather chair. Some sat on the floor. There wasn't anywhere to sit but on the ground next to Oliver's chair. I sat down crossing my legs. They all glanced at me occasionally, but overall it was silent.