With my friend in France

Chapter four

Unexpected phone call in France

School's over for today and now I'm waiting for Oliver to pick me up. Annette told me what books I'll need for the study session and I messaged Oliver to bring those with him, but I still don't know where he wants to take me. Finally the black limousine pulled up the bottom of the stairs of the school. Oliver got out and patiently waited for me to reach him. I was greeted with a light peck on my cheek. I could feel some of my classmates watching me, among them was the redhead who had her eyes on my Oliver. I could hardly wipe the devious smile off my features as I mockingly waved goodbye to her.

"Calm down dear" Oliver laughed when I asked about our destination. "You'll see soon enough."

"Why can't you just tell me already?" I pouted.

This was getting a bit annoying and not even my pouts worked on his anymore. It's not fair, he's immune to my tricks but I am not to his. I'll need to figure out something and quickly. My dear boyfriend just kept smiling at me, while grabbing my pouting face and bringing it closer to his. He didn't kiss me, he just lingered his lips close to mine, agonizingly close. Then the car suddenly stopped and I almost fell forward out of the back seat, but Oliver caught me in time.

"Be careful Mon Cher!" he laughed. "The roads here are a bit bumpy!"

"No kidding!" I smiled while getting comfortable once more. "We are not in Paris anymore, are we?"

He just shook his head, before wrapping an arm around my shoulder and making the both of us confortable. I took a deep breath and continued to think of ways to dump Cristiano. Suddenly Oliver tilted up my head and kissed my lips sweetly. He is such a sweet guy. I'm glad they're friends with Enrique. I'm glad I met Oliver. For the first time since I got here, I'm glad that father sent me to France. I only have a few things to take care of now and my life will be back on track once again.

"What are you thinking of?" Oliver questioned when he broke the kiss. "You seem somewhat dazed."

"Nothing much!" I smiled and hugged him. "I'm only happy that I have you."

I felt safe in his arms. It was warm, comforting, almost like he melted away all the stress I felt in the past few weeks. My phone suddenly started ringing. Unwillingly I pulled away from Oliver and pulled it out of my bag pack. The colour drained from my face as I recognized the face on the screen

"Damn it!" I cursed under my breath.

Tall and overly muscular Cristiano smiled at us in an idiotic manner. I didn't want to talk to him at all. Oliver must have seen my expression, since he took the mobile from my grasp, motioned for me to stay quiet, and he answered the call.

"Yes?" he spoke.

I couldn't hear the whole conversation, only Oliver's part. A light smile kept playing on his lips as he gently stroked my arm while pulling me closer to himself.

"I don't believe that she wants to talk to you at the moment!" he spoke again while glancing down at me.

Waiting for the end of their conversation was unnerving. I glanced up at Oliver, trying to figure out what will happen next.

"Why? Well she's unavailable at the moment!" he grinned.

I couldn't figure out what Oliver was playing at. He shouldn't make Cristiano angrier than necessary, otherwise it won't end well.

"Why should I?" Oliver facial expression changed, it was almost like he got angry. "You are only making her feel miserable. I'm not going to "keep my filthy hands off of her" as you rudely put it!"

Well he was somewhat right, I've been here for almost a week now and I didn't hear from him until now. He probably needs money again. I lost count long ago of how much I actually lent him. he always said he would pay me back, but that never happened. I don't care about the money, he can keep it, I just want to end this, to end this "relationship" with him. the more I think about it, the more I believe the rumours that were going around school. Now I believe that he slept with the cheerleader, and that he beat up that poor first year guy who asked for directions from me. Now I also understand why my friend steered away from me. I shouldn't have given him a chance.

"You don't know who I am, do you?" Oliver questioned. "You don't even know me and you're threatening me? For your information, my dear imbécile, I'm Oliver Polanski of the Majestics!"

I can hear his laughter through the phone line. I forgot he thinks my fratello and his friends are losers, and weaklings. Now I'm remembering more and more bad qualities of him.

"I will not lend her the phone!" Oliver smiled bitterly. "Goodbye!"

With that Oliver hung up. I stared at him, trying to figure out what he was thinking. He closed my phone and slipped it into his pocket. Why did he do that? He leaned a bit forward in the seat while massaging his temples. He seemed extremely troubled.

"What's the problem?" I asked after a few minutes.

"I'm sure that he won't leave you alone!" he stated darkly. "I'll have to call up the team for this one. I'm going to buy you a new number. We don't need him harassing you through the phone!"

I nodded and lightly pecked his lips. I'll have call up Annette and tell her that I'll be late. I can't leave Oliver in this condition, and we didn't even reach that place yet where he wanted to go.

"So where did you want to take me?" I tried to smile.

"You'll love it, I'm sure!" he laughed before pulling me closer to him on the seat and sealing my lips with his.