A/N: This is the Sequel to "Childhood Notes"
It takes place nine years later, when everyone is eighteen and in their senior year of high school. Thank you for all my reviewers, story alert people, favorite story people, favorite author people, and author alert people. You guys are what keep me writing: D
That Tuesday morning, Elliot walked into Olivia's room fully dressed and ready to go to school. She was, as usual, still asleep. He raked his hand through her silky locks.
"Wake up, Liv," He said softly. Olivia rolled over and sat up lazily.
"Wha time izit?" she slurred in a groggy voice, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes.
"Time for you to wake up," Elliot replied, helping her out of bed and giving her a push towards the bathroom. He kissed her on the forehead, "I'll be downstairs." Olivia smiled softly and began to get ready for school.
About a half hour later, Olivia came down, fully clothed. Elliot's sweatshirt was pulled over her upper half. She slid into her place at the table and used her folded arms as a pillow to rest her head.
"Late night?" asked Stephen, tapping her on the head with his newspaper as he walked into the kitchen. He was answered by a strew of incoherent mumbles.
"Dreams keep you up?" asked Stephen as he poured himself a cup of coffee.
Olivia sat up and sighed, "Nightmares are more like it." She muttered quietly to herself, but neither Stephen nor Elliot heard it.
The two teenagers left the house shortly after, climbing into Elliot's car.
"Oh yeah," said Elliot, as a drove away from the house, "We don't have to pick up Casey today. She's walking to school with Alex."
Olivia's eyes brightened and a grin crept across her face, "Really?" she laughed, "I smell a potential relationship!" she sing-songed gleefully.
Elliot chuckled, "Let's hope."
They lapsed into a comfortable silence, Elliot's hand intertwined with Olivia's, resting on the clutch.
"I wanna take you on a date," declared Elliot out of the blue.
Olivia cocked an eyebrow, "What?"
"I want to take you on a date," repeated Elliot, "You know, dinner, maybe a movie. The works."
Olivia smiled, "I'd like that a lot," she said softly, and gave him a kiss on the cheek, "But don't be late picking me up!"
Elliot grinned, "I won't. I'll be there at seven o' clock sharp, Friday."
"Are you sure? I heard traffic's gonna be a bitch."
He shrugged, "I'll find a way around it," and then the two began to laugh.
In homeroom, Melinda and Olivia were chatting when Casey walked in, a goofy smile on her face. She sat down behind Melinda.
"Look who finally decided to show up," teased Melinda, swiveling around in her seat, "How are the two love birds?"
Casey smiled, "I'm going to let that slide because I'm in such a good mood."
"So is she gay?" whispered Olivia. Casey shrugged.
"Who knows?" she smiled, "Who cares! Because as long as she merely talks to me, I'll be happy!"
"You have it bad!" said Melinda, and the girls laughed.
In Literature that day, Olivia sat in the back, between Elliot and Fin. Elliot had pulled her desk inconspicuously closer to his.
They were given an assignment to write haikus. Mr. Davis stalked up and down the aisles, peering over students shoulders.
He stopped at Olivia, hovering over her to read her poem. He put a hand on her shoulder and rubbed it. Olivia shuddered and tried to avoid eye contact.
"This is really good," he commented, "I really wish there was some way we could work on your talent together."
Olivia squirmed a bit, "Like I said, I'm pretty busy."
He trailed his fingers down his arm, "What a shame," he muttered, gave her shoulder a final squeeze, and walked back to his desk.
Olivia shuddered once more in disgust. She felt a hand grab hers and she looked across the way to see Elliot, his eyes saying, I won't let him hurt you.
At the end of the day, Elliot and Olivia drove home in silence. She had dodged any attempt of him trying to talk to her about what had happened in class that day.
"Liv…"
"Drop it." she muttered, gazing out of the car window at the passing trees and houses.
Elliot sighed, "Liv, I just want to help you."
"Please," whispered Olivia, "Just drop it."
Elliot heard the tears before he could see them. He looked at her in the reflection in the window and sure enough her cheeks were wet.
He pulled over to the side of the road. He turned off the ignition and unbuckled himself as well as Olivia. He pulled her close to him, allowing her to sag against him.
He heard her sobs and his heart felt as though it was being torn in two. He rubbed her back and muttered calming words into her ear.
"I hate this!" she sobbed, "I hate feeling so scared all of the time!"
"I hate it, too," murmured Elliot, "Maybe we should tell Mom and―"
"No!" Olivia yelled loudly, pulling away from her boyfriend, "We are not telling them anything!"
"Olivia, look at me," said Elliot, gently taking her chin in his hand and making her face him, "Do you realize how serious this is? This man…this pervert, he's sick! Who knows what he could do?"
Olivia took a shaky breath and wiped her eyes with the sleeve of Elliot's sweatshirt, which she was wearing.
"I don't want to drag anyone into my mess," she said, "It's bad enough I told you."
"You didn't drag me into any mess." Elliot stated softly, "I want to help you. It kills me to see you like this." he said, wiping away a stray tear with his thumb.
Olivia sniffled and rested her forehead against Elliot's, "I love you." She said softly.
Elliot kissed her on the crown of her head, "I love you, too."
It was Friday, otherwise known as the day Elliot was taking Olivia out on their first real date.
Elliot was brushing his teeth when he felt two arms slip around his waist.
He spun around, "Olivia! What are you doing up so early?"
She grinned, "I'm excited!" she said, bouncing on the balls of her feet, "You're taking me on a date tonight!"
Elliot had to laugh; Olivia resembled a child who was told she could have anything she wanted in Toy's R Us. It was refreshing to see her so happy, seeing as she had been dealing with their disturbing teacher, Mr. Davis.
He watched her as she looked up at him with her wide brown eyes and hoped what he had in store was enough.
At the end of the day, Olivia decided to catch a ride home with another girl in school because she had Student Council after school. She sent Fin off with a message for Elliot.
Olivia walked John and Melinda to the front doors of the school.
"Don't forget to call me with all the details from your date!" said Melinda.
Olivia chuckled, "I won't," she promised.
John rolled his eyes, "The inner mechanics of the females' minds are an enigma to me."
Olivia cocked her head to the side, "Can you use words that people our age actually know the meaning of?"
John shook his head in exasperation and walked down the steps of the school. Melinda chased after him mouthing the words, 'Call me!'
Olivia chuckled to herself and headed downstairs to a classroom that was rarely used. It was reserved for the four or five brave souls that dared to take Latin as a foreign language. She had gotten a note from the administrator that said the location had been changed from the club's usual meeting spot in the library.
Olivia opened the door to the dark classroom, poking her head inside, "Hello?"
That's odd, she thought, I'm the first one here. Usually, she was late. She flicked on the lights and stepped inside, walking down an aisle of desks.
"Hello, Olivia."
The brunette let out a yelp and spun around, knocking into a desk. She looked up and her blood ran cold.
Mr. Davis.
Dun dun DUN! Tomorrow I have a snow day! *happy dance happy dance* my principal already told me.
So I kinda just realized my lack of Munch in this story. I've gotta get him some limelight!
Love and Rockets,
Serenityrayne417