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&&:: Chapter Thirteen ::&&

The walk back to school was quiet, I had silenced my thoughts of all that has been troubling me.

I would be strong. If not for myself than for my baby, me stressing out was not going to benefit either of us.

The bell has just rung overhead, and I swim through the crowds. The kids are abuzz with gossip as usual, but I'm shocked to hear-"No, I heard that Jake said something to Oliver, and he totally went berserk. My friend told me, she saw Jake in the nurses' office with a bloody nose!"

I stopped dead in my tracks, and grabbed the girl who had said it roughly by the arm, not knowing exactly what I was doing but my instincts kicked in, "What did you say?"

The girl looked in bewilderment at me and pulled her arm out of my grasp, "What's your problem."

I ignored her attitude, only repeating myself, my voice a bit louder, "What did you say?"

"Oliver Oken got into it with Jake Ryan," the girl rolled her eyes and than turned to her friend, "I mean really, he must have said something that seriously pissed him off, because he hit Jake right in front of Ms. Roebuck!"

The girls wandered off into the crowd, and I stood there dumbfounded. A million thoughts running through my mind.

Fourth block was horrid, Oliver's absence made me nervous, and during the entire bell every one of the students had talked about the fight at least once-Sharing and swapping their own individual stories.

As the final bell rang, I nearly sprinted towards the student parking, relieved to see Oliver sitting there

His left eye was swollen, and I could see the beginning stages of a bruise right under his chin. He clutched his jaw tightly in pain, and shot me a look of anger as he started up the engine.

He didn't utter a word until we rounded the corner towards the kids school, "The principal called my parents, they already bought tickets home for tomorrow. I already explained the situation to them; they said you could stay as long as you needed."

I bowed my head in appreciation, and then stared straight at him, trying to get him to do the same.

"Oliver, what happened?" I asked meekly, as I gently touched the corner of his eye.

"He kept talking. He wouldn't shut up, he just kept on, with that stupid smirk….So I punched him. And then he punched back, and before I knew it I'm being pulled off of him…" he shot me an annoyed look, "He's threatening to press charges."

"Oliver what did he tell you?" I asked. His lips opened as if to answer me, but then shut them as Scottie swung open the door, "What's toilet paper made out of?"

Arrielle rolled her eyes as she joined him in the back seat, slamming shut the door. She crossed her arms and leaned in so that she could see Oliver's face more clearly, "What happened to you? Some girl finally tired of Smoken' Oken's wack pick up lines?"

"Mom and dad are coming home" Oliver snapped, and put the car into drive.

"That fight must've been really bad for mom and dad to come rushing home from their vacation" Arrielle said, hoping to get more info on the fight.

"Put on your seat belt" Oliver scowled.

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Silence filled me with quiet anger, and his stare didn't help either. I could feel his eyes on me, even now while we were both supposed to be asleep.

"Oliver, what did Jake say?" I ask in a near whisper, and peeked over at his laying form to see his bright eyes staring straight back.

"They were talking-The guys. And than Colin started on about you being hot, and the others joined in…Jake, that bastard, he had this smirk on his face as he told them: Yeah, I hit that this summer. They wanted details, I told him to shut up. But he kept talking, he kept smirking. I was getting angry, and I told him again to shut up. He stopped talking, and just looked at me with this look on his face. I couldn't explain it-It was triumph, or something…He called you a slut, and then…I punched him. God, you should have seen all the blood that gushed out of his nose. You would have thought I shot him or something…" Oliver said, his voice distant, "He just kept on talking trash. I just wanted to shut him up. I didn't want to hear his voice anymore. To see that smirk."