Chapter 14

Esme's POV:

"Where were you last night?" Clara asked me, as I walked into the room. "I stood up till almost three in the morning waiting for you. Where did you get that robe?"

"I was with Olaf last night," I replied. "He let me borrow his robe. Want to see the presents he gave me?"

"Sure," Clara replied.

"He gave me these roses, a box of chocotates, a card, and this beautiful silver locket," I said, showing her the gifts.

"So, what did y'all do last night?" Clara asked.

"Last night Olaf and I danced. Then afterwards, we went to his room so he can give me my presents."

"Well, what else did you do? Did you two have sex?" Clara asked me.

"Mabye we did. Mabye we didn't," I replied.

"Did you two have fun last night?" she asked me.

"Yeah," I replied. "Last night was the best night of my life. Did you have fun with Mark last night?"

"Yes," Clara replied. "We danced. He kissed me and I kissed him back."

Olaf's POV:

Later on that day...

I was walking to my classroom, when Olivia walked up to me.

"Olaf," I need to talk to you," she said.

"Well, okay," I said, wondering what she wanted. "We can talk in my office."

When we got to my office, I sat down at my desk and Olivia sat down in a chair that was in the room.

"What do you want to talk to me about?" I asked her.

"I know who you love," Olivia said.

"Who is it?" I asked her.

"Esme Gigi Geniveve Steller," she replied.

I was so suprised! She knew about us! How did she know?

"Why do you think that?" I asked her.

"I don't think it's her. I know that it's her," Olivia replied. "I saw you two dancing at the Christmas party. When I saw you leaving the party with her, I followed you. I saw you and Esme kissing under the mistletoe. Last night, you and her left the ball early. I followed you and Esme to your room. I stood by the door. After thirty minutes, I went back to the ball, because no one came out of the room. What did you two do last night?"

"That's none of your business," I replied. "And you shouldn't be stalking me you crazy whore."

"Did you have sex with her!" Olivia asked me. "Do you think she is a better lover then me!"

"Actually, we did have sex," I replied. "And she is a way better lover then you are!"

"You probly think that just because she is a damn slut!"

"My girlfriend is not a slut!" I yelled at Olivia.

"She won't be your girlfriend anymore, once I tell everyone about your relationship!" she replied.

When Olivia said that, I calmed down a little bit. Instead of being angry, I was starting to worry about what would happen if Olivia did tell everyone about us.

"Please don't tell everyone about us," I begged Olivia. "I'll give you anything you want."

"I'f you apologize for calling me a crazy whore, I won't tell anyone about you two," she replied.

I was suprised that she didn't ask for money or diamonds. "I'm sorry for calling you a crazy whore," I said. "It was rude of me to call you that. Will you forgive me?"

"Yes," she said, then stood up and walked toward the door.

"You're lucky that I'm still in love with you because if I wasn't, I would have shown you no mercy," she said, as she opened the door.