An unusual love story.

Chapter 3

Olivia's P.O.V

I figured he said that loud enough. Loud enough for me and the whole class to hear. All the boys were furious. They were all about to chase him and teach him a lesson.

"Wait......please. Just let him go. Its only his first day here. I thank you all for your concern."

Thank god they listened to me. I just left. Not only that class. The school. Jennifer and Jenna ran after me, asking me whats wrong.

"Im fine. Go back. I just suddenly have a headache" hoping they would believe me.

They looked at each other, and sighed. They didn't even say anything. They just casually nodded their head and walked back to school. I called Mr. Smith, asking him to pick me up as I feel unwell.

I got in the car and slid close the window between of me and Mr. Smith, saying that i needed rest. I closed my eyes. Replaying the whole scene. I want to say that I am not crying, but that would be a lie.

I felt the hot tears run down my face. Thank goodness my mascara is waterproof! We arrived at my house, or...mansion.

Now i just wanted to jump into my bed and let all the tears come out and get over this shit. I entered the front door, expecting the same cold, empty living room.

I must admit....our living room is quite neat. A set of black leathered furniture, wooden floors and a massive chandelier in the middle.

Well, what i expected was conpletely crashed. As on the sofa sat my parents. They looked at me with those same, cold eyes. Oh no....this is not good.

"Well. Hello, my dearest daughter. How have you been? How is your first day of school?" My mom said.

My mom is a very fashionable lady. She is very classy and elegant. She actually has her own clothing line, which i hear, is quite famous. Fortunately she does not work in daddy's company.

"Um....It was great fun! I hanged out with Jennifer and Jenna. Remember the twins? Eheh..."

They just nodded and stared at me. I just stood there, staring back at them. It was just fucking awkward.

When can I go...when can i go....i wanna cry but i can't.....god. this is hard and awkward~

"Why don't you sit down, honey?" My dad said. Finally! A response.

My daddy is a very strict man. He may look and act strict all the time. But i swear he wouldn't even dare to hurt a fly.

I slowly sat down on the cushion. I could somehow sense something bad happening. I also somehow knew it would be about today's incident.

"So....i think you know why we are here?"

"Um......you are back from a business trip?..."

"Nope. A little bird.....told me about today."

Oh no....here we go. Help me. Oh well..

"And? Daddy."

"I dont want you to talk to him unless its about the project."

What?! I must be honest but i kinda like him. No. I have to oppose in this."

"Daddy. This must sound very unrespextful but i want to talk to him. Daddy, im 18 and i know what i am doing!"

Heat was boiling up in my head. I dont know why but i was unstoppable now.

"Olivia. How dare you! Do you want our name to be ruined? Getting shout at by a weak, probably poor boy?"

Oh no. Its about the Lawrence name shit again.

"Daddy! Is this all abouy the family's name? Do you only care about your pride? Isnt socializing better than being this arrogant, cold person? And by the way, his name is Ian!"

He stood up from his chair and stood up next to me. He held up his hand to slap me in my face. I just closed my eyes. I just looked at him straight in the eyes. Just as i expected, he put his hand down.

My dad just looked at me and left. My mother gave me a disgusted look and went to comfort daddy. She chose the man who was cold to her rather than the daughter who was caring to her. Wow.

I just ran into my room and bursted into tears. I cant take this. My parents are ulgy creatures. They didnt care. No one cared. No one is here for me now.

Just then i remembered my childhood. I was not even tooken care of by my parents. It was my favourite maid who took care of me. Her name is Aunt Rose. My fave.

I just burried my face into the pillow. I cried my heart out. Skipping dinner for all i care. Strangely, all i wanted to do was talk to Ian.