My Fake Relationship

33. Weird Weekend

Olivia:

On the way home, my mind was lost in thought of today's events. I couldn't help but seethe in anger when Scott's face made its way in my mind. Just looking at him, you could tell he was trouble. HIs eyes were pitch black and his facial hair added a much more menacing look to him. 

I peeked at Zane from the corner of my eye. He was rigid in his seat; his hands were clenched tightly around the steering wheel. My gaze traveled down to his shoulder, where I knew a bruise was hiding underneath his shirt. I couldn't believe I was in the same room with an abuser. Hell, I couldn't believe I didn't make an effort to tell him off for hurting Zane and his mom. No....that wouldn't be such a good idea. If I said something, Zane would probably get mad and I'd get him into even more trouble with  Scott.

“So...that was Scott,” I sighed, breaking the silence. Zane glanced at me and turned back to the road.

“Yeah….he wasn’t supposed to come. But of course, the fucker can’t stay away for more than—"

“Zane!” I said sharply, cutting him off. He clenched his jaw and stayed silent. “It’s okay, don't worry about him. As long as he doesn’t hurt you or me,  we’ll be okay.” I assured him, placing a hand on his thigh and squeezing it comfortingly.

A smile played at his lips, and he rested his hand on top of mine. “I wasn’t worried about getting hurt…..I was worried he was going to hurt you,” he said softly. 

I stayed quiet for a second while I studied him. He was biting on his lower lip, and I saw a hint of  a blush beginning to form on his cheeks. I let out a low laugh, admiring how adorable he looked. I could tell he was beginning to feel uncomfortable with the silence, so I decided to lighten the mood.

“I can take care of myself, Mr. Harper. If he would ever try to hurt me, I would just open up a can of Whoop Ass!" I joked, pretending to punch something into the air. He laughed loudly at this, which caused my heart to race. 

"You're too funny, Ollie," he said while he pulled into my driveway. I wiggled my eyebrows and flipped my hair to the side. 

"Oh, I know, no need to remind me," I snickered.

He rolled his eyes and flicked my arm. Before I could retaliate, he hurried out of the car. "Jerk," I murmured, and followed after him. I was about to punch him on his shoulder, but he quickly caught both of my wrists. 

He pulled me in so that my chest was pressing against his, and he squeezed my wrists. "I wouldn't do that if I were you," he said in a low voice, causing me to shiver.

"Or what?" I asked daringly. He squeezed my wrists even tighter and I gulped and looked up at him. His eyes were roaming my face before he rested his gaze on my lips. He lowered his face and brushed his lips against mine. His touch made my body feel as if it were on fire. My lips were tingling, and I craved more of him. I made a bold move and pressed my lips to his completely, but he pulled away in a second. I stared at him, stunned.

"Oh no, no, no, you can't have none of this," he smirked, enjoying the way my face turned bright red. I glared at him and pulled away from his grasp. 

"You wish, you're the one who made the first move," I scoffed. He laughed and I couldn't help but do the same. We finally settled down, and started up the path to my house. 

It was peaceful, being here with him right now. The sun was setting, painting the sky in a beautiful shade of red. I leaned against the rails of the porch, admiring the beautiful sunset. "I love seeing the sun set...look how beautiful it is," I said softly, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.