Sara and Grissom had just dropped Oliver and Violet off at the big old school. Kids were walking around the big open area outside heading towards the big main building of the school. Oliver had insisted that they didn't need help to find their class. Violet had nodded along secretly wanting Sara and Grissom to come inside with her.
Oliver helped Violet to her first grade class where she would stay most of the day except gym and lunch. Oliver had a schedule that he had to follow changing rooms an what not. It was suppose to get him ready for middle school. He thought that was rather funny because that wasn't for another two years.
Oliver was in the front row of the class in old fashioned wooden desks. He groaned inwardly why the front? The teacher walked in she was a middle ages woman with greying brown hair and a suit that appeared to be at least 10 years old. She introduced herself as Mrs. Coulter, she was their homeroom teacher and Math teacher.
Not that Oliver wasn't good at math but he didn't like it. Math, then science, then computer class. These all went by in a blur, Oliver didn't care about any of them. He was glad that it was time for lunch. He went to his locker changed a few books and grabbed the brown paper bag that held his lunch.
He followed after the crowd half went to the cafeteria the other half filtered outside for lunch. He didn't have to think long he headed outside to the grassy lawns. He opted against the picnic tables and headed to a large oak tree that looked out of place in Las Vegas.
He leaned in the shade and pulled his new book out of his bag. He took off his blazer and rolled up his sleeves and loosened his tie. Much better he thought pulling a pb&j out of the brown paper bag and began eating with his bad hand and holding his book with the other. After he finished his sandwich he drank half of his bottle of water before finishing the rest of his lunch which consisted of an apple and chocolate chip cookie.
He decided he should probably look around for Violet. He looked up he looked to the picnic tables and didn't see her he looked onto the grass and didn't see her. He figured she must have lunch at a different time, then something caught his eye. A bigger kid, maybe a year or two older than him but it was hard to tell cause he was beefy, was holding a book over his hear. A blonde girl about Oliver's age was standing below him almost in tears.
Oliver set his own book down and got up and walked over to them.
"Come on girly jump for it," the boy mocked wagging the book only to yank it out of reach when the girl jumped for it.
"Give it back Brad," she said angrily.
"Hey give her the book back," Oliver demanded joining the two.
"Why don't you make me tiny?"
Oliver looked at him and drew back his arm and hit his nose with all of his strength. Only a few seconds too late did he remember that his hand had a cast on it. This realization came with the noise of two crunches one was Brad's nose, the other was a bone in his broken hand.
He clenched his jaw together to stop the grimace over the pain in his hand. Brad's nose was broken all right blood was flowing freely from it and it was now crooked. Brad got up and ran away leaving the book abandoned on the ground. Oliver bent down and picked it up.
He handed it too the girl who still looked shocked. She was pretty, she was a few inches shorter than him, she had strawberry blonde hair that fell in soft curls to her shoulders, and her skin was a lovely porcelain color with soft rosy cheeks. The most lovely part about her was her eyes they were a gorgeous sea-foam green.
"Lucy are you ok?" a boy who looked exactly like her ran up too them. His hair was short so the curls didn't show but it did have a slight wave to it, his height fell in between his and Lucy's.
"I'm fine Peter." she said he voice was soft and sweet. "Thank you," she said looking at Oliver.
"No problem," Oliver said gruffly running his good had through his hair trying to ignore the shooting pain in his left. He turned and walked back to the safety of the oak. He gathered his things and headed inside not looking back at the twins.
He was almost inside when a firm hand was on his shoulder. It was the dean he recognized her from his interview. She had a stern look on her face and it appeared this was it. They would never keep him now.
AN: I hope you liked it keep reviewing. The idea for this chapter kind of came from an idea from MyKate who is one of my most loyal readers and some of my favorite reviews to read. So thanks for the idea, and thanks too everyone who leaves a review. It really nice to know that you like it.