Chapter 3: Where Olivia Has an Alien Encounter. . .Or So She Thinks

(A/N:I just realized why Olivia Wilde sounded like such a nice, catchy, BEAUTIFUL name. 'Cause she's a celebrity. -_-" Thanks a lot, brain.)

Well, Jonesy's storm came. And it was one hell of storm, too.

It happened somewhere around eighth period, towards the end of the day. Rain was pattering against the windows full force, making it look like there was a grey fog descending outside. The sun had run far, far away. Even it was afraid of this storm. Heavy rain clouds dominated the sky and even though it was only around two thirty, it looked like eight o'clock at night. The streets were flooded in no time and the wind was absolutely brutal, it had the trees fighting to stay rooted in place.

And the worst thing about it all? I had to take the bus home every day after school, but not the bus everyone else took. I had to wait a corner across the street from a huge deserted field for the bus. A sunny, beautiful day, it was serene. On a day like today, it was undoubtedly going to be hell. And I had this sickening feeling that the bus was going to be late.

As soon as school was dismissed I pulled out my phone and began to call my parents. I knew they wouldn't be able to pick me up—they were both at work, and we all know that they love work more than they love me—but at least they could call our butler Edward (who I sometimes called Jarvis, much to his annoyance) to come pick me up or something.

As I gathered my things and hurried down the hall, I phoned my mother. She was more sympathetic than my father, who would probably just tell me a "when I was your age" story. "Vanessa Wilde, who's calling?" Answered my mother's professional voice, much to my own annoyance. I was currently balancing by rain jacket, my Avengers umbrella, shoulderbag and my phone—in a hallway full of teenagers itching to get home.

So no, I was not having fun.

"Mom, this is your personal phone and you have caller ID," I reminded. "You don't always have to answer like that." "Oh—Olivia!" she said happily, realizing it was me. "Sorry honey, sometimes I forget phone which is which. Honey, is everything okay? Didn't you just get out of school?" I followed the crowd out into the rain, lifting up my umbrella as I did so.

Kids were screaming and acting a fool, like they usually do whenever it rained. Me? I took it as Thor acknowledging my existence. "Yeah, and it's raining cats and dogs out here, it's horrible." I said into the phone. "Really?" Mom sounded surprised. "Huh. It's just a little rain and wind down here. . ." Well that was odd. Maybe Jonesy's right, I thought. Maybe this IS an alien storm. . ."You think you could give Edward a call so he could come pick me up at the bus stop or something? I have a feeling the bus is gonna be late, the roads are really bad."

Mom sighed. "Sweetie, you really need to get the house number so you can do this yourself." "I know!" I replied. But what I was wondering was why I'd ever need the number to my own house. I was kind of beginning to realize it, as I stood in the midst of hundreds of teenagers with my Avengers umbrella to the sky. Around the parking lot, people were piling into cars to get out of the rain. I watched them, half intrigued, as they scrambled madly like ants to get here and there.

And then I spotted him.

Clayton Summers.

He was getting into the driver's seat of a silver car that looked almost identical to the one Tony had owned in the first Iron Man movie—which made the car extremely awesome. I could see him, but he couldn't see me, which made it all the more awesome. His dark hair was hidden behind the hood of his sweatshirt, and he seemed to be rushing to get out of the rain like everyone else. Unlike everyone else, he wasn't running around screaming his head off or something.

It was then that I realized I was standing in the middle of the rain, staring at a boy as he got into his car.

It got especially weird when he paused and looked my way.

For a moment, I didn't know what to do. Sigh, caramel. . .said my brain. OMG HE'S LOOKING JUST DO SOMETHING UN-WEIRD! Screamed my emotions. I looked away, tucking a lock of hair behind my ear and pretending to be extremely engrossed with the conversation I was having on my phone. "Mom?" I said. "Uhhh Edward. Car." "Oh!" Apparently Mom forgot I was on the phone. Pfft, at least I had an excuse for forgetting she was on the phone.

Hot guy alert? Duh.

"Of course sweetie, I'll give him a call, you just go wait for the bus just in case." She said. "Cool." I replied, merging in with the rowdy crowd as I began to walk away from the school. "Love ya mom, bye." After hanging up, I shoved my phone into my pocket and continued walking. I dared to look over my shoulder once, and Clayton was just pulling out of the parking lot.

I felt my face grow hot and I leveled my gaze to the ground as I continued forwards. I just had to be staring at him and he just had to catch me. Now, he probably doesn't just hate me, he thinks I'm a total stalky weirdo. Maybe Savannah was right, after all, all the proof was backing her. Nothing was supporting the fact that she was probably wrong, everything was just agreeing with her. The world was agreeing with her.

I hated it.

0o0o0

I stood at the corner, where the bus was scheduled to arrive any moment now. . .if it arrived at all, that was.

The sidewalk I stood on had cracked, bent and broken concrete. To my right and to my left, the horizontal sidewalk stretched on, seemingly going on forever to the horizon. Behind me there was a thick, lush, scary looking forest. It was complete with green shrubs, vines, trees with trunks twice my size and branches that stuck out in every direction and any direction.

And across from me was the field. I don't know what else to call it; it was a stretch of untamed land that stretched for acres and acres. I guessed that it wasn't owned by anyone, because it was in such bad condition. It looked more like a marsh than anything.

Wild, withered grass grew up everywhere, stretching to almost a full two feet high. I stepped over there a couple times in the past; the dirt had been dry and rock hard. Speaking of rocks, small pebbles were everywhere, liable to sink into your sneakers and shoes at any given moment.

I bet there were snakes and spiders in that grass, too. I hated snakes and spiders. Not that I was afraid of them. . .uhh. . .I just don't like them. Okay? Okay. Stop being nosy.

I didn't go over to the field much, because the only time I usually stood at this bus stop was after school, and I always had on my uniform after school. The uniform wasn't exactly ideal for going Dora the Explorer in the middle of a wild field. I wore black loafers, white knee high socks, a white and black checker-print pleated skirt, and a white blouse with a black tie.

Well, that's what we're supposed to be wearing. Me? Well. . .where to start.

My socks were tie-dye and rainbow colored, which matched my new crop jacket. I had on my black bangles and my black necklace, which matched my black scarf. Matching! I know! Me! It's a sin to match, in my case anyway, but I figured that rainbow and black clashed enough to be considered "mix and match". With my Avengers umbrella, I was certainly a sight to behold.

The rain was now letting up; in fact, it was getting worse. Rain fell off the sides of my umbrella in buckets, but I wasn't protected from the wind. It blew against me with a wild ferocity, which made my clutch the handle of my umbrella even tighter to keep it from blowing away; or worse, turning inside out. I looked both ways on the street, searching for any sign of Edward. I saw none.

I groaned. I was stuck in the middle of nowhere during a record-breaking storm with bad memories of embarrassment (*cough*ClaytonSummers*cough*) stuck on my mind. I could sometimes be a very emotional person—ridiculously emotional most of the time—which explained (and excused) why I really felt like crying right then and there. Could my life get any worse?

Apparently, it could.

Or, if you look at it this way, my life could get a hell of a lot better.

I glanced back at the field and was very surprised to find that the sky was changing above it. I froze, my eyes glued to the scene. The thick, heavy grey rain clouds were swirling together, like cake batter in a mixer, coming together to form one huge bulge in the sky. My jaw dropped. "Holy shit," I murmured. "Holy shit. . .Jonesy was right. . ."

Somewhere not too far away, thunder boomed. It was a loud, scary sound that made me—who isn't afraid of a little thunder and lightning—jump. White lightning suddenly split the stormy sky in two. A shiver ran down my spine. I didn't like this; I didn't like this at all.

I backed towards the forest without taking my eyes off of the sky. A funnel cloud was forming above the field, twirling like a tornado towards the earth. Unlike most funnel clouds, this one was huge, spanning the length of a football field and advancing like God's fist towards the field. My heart hammered in my chest and my jaw dropped.

Aliens. There were aliens coming and I couldn't do anything. I mean, what was I supposed to do, run? Run where? I figured hiding in the forest was my best bet. I backed away even further, hiding between the shrubs and the vines. It was harder than it sounded, I had to manage my umbrella in there too, my skirt snagged onto a branch and dirt now covered my shoes. Hopefully, the aliens wouldn't be able to see me, because I could still see the funnel cloud clear as day. Now wait Olivia, I told myself in a calm voice. You don't even know that these are aliens we're working with here.

Lightning flashed again. For a moment, it seemed like the whole world lit up white. Even the funnel cloud glowed. And it was then that I saw the figure—more of a black silhouette than a figure—falling out of the sky, tumbling over and over like a ragdoll, through the funnel towards the ground. Nope. Said my mind. That's definitely an alien.

I couldn't help it, I screamed. I mean, how many times do you see people falling through funnel clouds out of the sky.

Thankfully, I noticed a black limo pulling up towards the curb. Relief filled every fiber of my being. "Edward!" I exclaimed as a grin spread on my face. A hero would have probably gone to investigate. A hero would have told Edward to wait while they trekked over to the field to find out exactly what was going on. A hero would have stood right under that damn funnel cloud and fought the aliens.

Guess what?

You've got the wrong story, I'm not a hero.

I fought my way out of the forest, getting leaves in my hair and dirt on my clothes in the process. Rain soaked me in the seconds it took for me to race from the forest to the limo parked at the curb.

I only glanced at the cloud once, but I could no longer see the silhouette. I didn't need too; I knew it was still there. I climbed into the backseat before Edward could even get up to open the door for me. I slammed the door behind me, thankful for the warm car and the dry leather seats. I collapsed, holding my head back against the window. But it wasn't over yet, we weren't gone. My heart started pumping at overtime again.

Edward looked over his shoulder at me, his dark eyes quizzical. Edward had been in service to the Wilde family for generations; he watched me grow up and my father. And yet, despite his balding grey head, he was surprisingly fit for an old dude—he had a black belt in karate and everything. Plus, he's British, and he has that typical old butler voice. But before he could open his mouth to say something, I exclaimed frantically; "Edward, step on it! Drive and don't look back! Like, EVER!"

His brow furrowed. "Is something wrong, Olivia?" he asked in concern. I narrowed my eyes at him, chest heaving with heavy breaths. "Yeah!" I snapped. Edward glanced around as if he might see the cause of the problem before locking eyes with me again. "What is it?" he questioned. "What's wrong?" "YOU AREN'T DRIVING!" I screamed.

Edward rolled his eyes before turning around and stirring up the engine again. "Your insulting sarcasm never ceases to amuse, Miss Wilde." He said in dry sarcasm. Usually me and Edward try to out-sarcasm each other. But not today; not this time. I didn't say anything in reply, though usually I did. I only glanced out the window at the funnel cloud in silence as I felt the car begin to pull off in an easy manner that did not fit the situation.

We should have been driving off so fast the tires would squeal.

But as I sat there, driving away from with field, slouched in the comfy back seat of the limo, I couldn't help but wonder. . .was driving away the right thing to do?