Chapter 16

Esme's POV:

I was so pissed off at Olaf. I was quickly walking to my room. My eyes were filling with tears. I opened the door to my room, then slammed it shut. I threw myself down on my bed, and started crying loudly into my pillow.

It wasn't fair. How could he have done this to me? We could have gone to a diffrent restuarant, but he took us back to the headquaters instead. He wouldn't even kiss me goodnight because "we're not supposed to kiss in public." I was so lost in my thoughts, that I did not hear Clara open the door.

"Are you okay Esme?" Clara asked me. "I am so sorry. I should have told you where Mark and I were going. It's all my fault."

"It's not your fault," I told her. "It's Olaf and Olivia's fault. If Olivia would have never found out about us, then Olaf wouldn't be worrying about us being more careful when we are together. He probably wouldn't even care if you saw us, but now he does. He didn't eve kiss me goodnight!"

"Why didn't he kiss you goodnight?" Clara asked me.

"Because we were in the parking lot, and he doesn't think we should kiss in public anymore. Even though there was no one else in the parking lot, he still didn't kiss me."

"That's not right," Clara said. "He should have kissed you goodnight."

"I know. I am so mad at him."

"It'll be okay Esme," Clara said, and then she hugged me. "I'm tired. I'm going to get ready for bed."

Ten minutes later, Clara was fast asleep, but I was still awake, crying. I was tired, but I couldn't seem to get to sleep. I was still lost in my thoughts. I was still angry at Olaf and Olivia. I sighed, them looked at the clock. It was 11:00pm. I turned back around, and closed my eyes. Finally I fell asleep.

Olaf's POV:

The next day in class, Esme wouldn't look at me or speak to me. When I asked Esme to answer a question, all she did was shrug her shoulders. I knew Esme was upset about last night, but I didn't think she was that upset. Finally, the bell rung.

"Esme, I need to talk to you," I said to her, as she started walking to the door. She ignored me and kept walking.

I was starting to lose my patients with her. I grabbed her arm, closed the door, then locked it. "I said I needed to talk to you. Now, please have a seat." I let go of her arm. She was mumbling under her breath as she sat down, still avoiding eye contact with me.

"I'm so sorry about last night," I said. "I know you are mad at me, and you have every right to be. If there is anyway I can make it up to you, just tell me and I will do it."

I waited a couple of minutes for Esme to respond, but she said nothing, and was still not looking at me.

"Please look at me Esme," I pleaded. "I want to see your lovely face. I want to see your beautiful emerald green eyes, your cute little nose, and your luscious lips, which I love to kiss."

Esme sighed, then turned around and looked at me. "Happy now?" she said sarcastically.

"Not exactly, but at least you are looking at me and speaking. "I know you are upset at me, but..."

"Upset? I am more then upset! Because of what you done, I ended up crying myself to sleep last night!"

"I didn't know you were that upset about it. I am so sorry about last night. What I did was wrong and unfair. Can you please forgive me?"

"I don't know. Do you deserve to be forgiven?"

I was starting to get annoyed by Esme's stubborness, but I still remained calm. "Please may you forgive me. I love you," I said to her, stroking her hair. If you forgive me, I'll take you to brunch tomarrow.

She sighed, then replied. "Well, I guess if you really are sorry, then I forgive you."

"Thank you Esme," I said, then hugged her.