Sorry I haven't written in a while…. Again. But! I have another story in mind…Hmm.. Do you think I should write that story as well as this one?
I swallowed. I didn't want to make myself look stupid in front of Oliver, and definitely not make myself look stupid in front of his mother. "Um.." I started. "Well, in a month or so I'll graduate high school and turn eighteen." She nodded, "Interesting. How are your grades?" I thought it was kind of a personal question but I replied with, "They're good. Straight A's," I smiled, trying to not fail at this. "Good… Good.." she muttered. It was almost like she was approving me to be with Oliver. I mashed my lips together and Oliver cleared the silence, "Well," he said with a smile on his face, "Hazel is actually—" Oliver was cut off by the sound of the T.V. news talking about a large bomb set off at the bank. Why is it always about money and banks? Oliver stood up, "Excuse me," he said politely. I stood up as well, "I better get going, I don't want to be a burden," I said and smiled and walked quickly out of the dining room with Oliver. "Your suit is in the car. Get dressed." I nodded and sprinted to the car and changed. Oliver got in the car in his suit, also, and we sped off to the bank.
When we arrived, everything was chaos. I moaned, "There's always something isn't there?" Oliver smiled at me and motioned me out of the car. Firemen had almost all of the flames put out from the area around the bank, so they were distracted. We snuck into the bank and started our search for the criminals. We heard quick, hushed voices and money ruffling around. Sigh. Money will always be the cause of death and pain. Oliver told me he was going to sneak into the room the men were in from another direction and I nodded. I reached for my small handgun and fired at the ceiling to create a distraction so the criminals would come to me, and Oliver could make his moves. It worked, all right. Except for one man that so very much hate. That man ignored my gunfire and turned into the other direction Oliver was coming in, and shot Oliver straight in the shoulder. I tried not to scream, and then I grew angry. As four men were coming my way, I fought back with everything I had. I planted three knives in three out of the four men's chest and out beat the last one with a couple of kicks. There was only one man left, until backup had come for him. Great. I had lost my gun, and thrown all of my knives. Then it hit me. I snatched Oliver's bow and strapped his quiver on my back quickly. All six of them snickered at me, and then it changed into pure laughter. I didn't have time for this! Oliver is still bleeding out! "I bet she can't even shoot my leg." I sure proved him wrong. The others pulled out their guns, unsure, now that they know I can shoot. "Just put the bow down little girl." I rolled my eyes and drew and arrow back, "I am not a little girl." I released the arrow into the man's shoulder. The others started firing and I ran behind another wall. I jumped from the corner and shot two of them in leg and arm. Two left. I drew the arrow back and it felt like everything had slowed down. I exhaled and released the arrow at one of the two criminals and it his him somewhere that I didn't have time to see; the last one, the one that shot Oliver, was coming at me. I slung the bow at him and he dodged it. He threw a punch towards my jaw, and sure enough, it nailed me. My hand immediately went to my jaw, but I stood up straight and threw a fake punch and thank God he fell for it. I hit him in the temple and snatched up Oliver's bow again and drew back, "You just got beat up by a little girl." I released the arrow and took a deep breath. I dragged Oliver out through the back of the bank and put him in the passenger seat of his car and sped off to the warehouse.
OLIVER'S POINT OF VIEW
I awoke with a stinging in my shoulder and Hazel leaning over me. I couldn't help but smile when I saw her. "Hello," she said, relaxed. "Hi," I choked out, and then coughed. She handed me a cup, "Drink," she ordered. I knew what it was and swallowed down the remedy. "Thanks," I muttered. She smiled and walked over to the computers and stared at the video cameras of her school. "Why? Why me? How am I any different from anyone else that you could've picked at my school; or anywhere?" I sighed and sat up, "I don't know," I replied, "You were just…different from the rest. I saw potential in you and here you are, saving my butt." She laughed a little, "That is what I'm for." She smiled and sat down in a worn out chair and she eventually fell asleep. I couldn't help but watch her. I was so afraid of losing her. I sighed and stood up, ignoring the pain in my shoulder and walked over to her. I picked her up with one arm and carried her to the bed I was resting on and made sure there was no blood on it before I put her there. I kissed her on the forehead and walked over to the computers and got back to work.