Thanks for the reviews…more back story on their history will be revealed each chapter. Enjoy. Italics are inner thoughts.
As she moved to walk into the bathroom with Fitz, a knock on her door stopped her. Knowing that it must be her dad as he knocked to say goodnight every night. She gestured for Fitz to go hide in the bathroom. "Just a second," pulling on her robe, she looked around her room, quickly hiding all traces of the tequila and Fitz.
Opening her door, she smiled at her dad, "Hi Dad, how was dinner?" she asked.
"Good, your mother has turned in for the night, but I was wondering if you could come downstairs, there's something I'd like to discuss with you," her dad turned and walked to the stairs, looking behind him waiting for her to follow.
"Just let me change, I was about to take a shower, I'll be down in 5," she said to him as she closed the door.
Once she'd closed the door, she went over to her dresser and pulled open the drawer where her pajamas were. The bathroom door opened as she was getting changed, "Did your dad suspect anything?" Fitz asked.
"No, but you should stay up here till he goes to bed, he hears everything, just relax in my bed, I'll be back up as soon as possible," Olivia said while pulling on her tank top. Once her head popped out, she saw that Fitz had moved close to her.
"I know that we don't know each other that well, but I'm hoping we can change that this summer," he said to her, sincerity rang true in his tone.
"Me too. I wish we'd gotten to know each other better in the past than a 'hi' and 'bye' neighbor relationship, but now we have the time," she replied. Reaching out, she moved into his arms and hugged him tight.
Surprised by her physical response to what'd he said. Fitz hugged her back, not used to hugging as a physical expression of happiness.
Smiling at him, she pulled back and exited her room. Walking down the hall to the stairs, she wondered what her dad wanted.
Once downstairs in the living room, she saw her dad sitting on the same couch where she and Fitz had been making out earlier. Looking at the couch brought back those passionate memories. Her dad looked at her, "I can't believe my little girl graduated high school today and with honors, I'm so proud of you."
Olivia beamed at the praise until she heard the words, "It's too bad that you weren't valedictorian, that would have been quite a feather in your cap, but still you did well."
Sitting down next to her dad, she wondered what he was going to say. "I have some rather shocking news to share with you."
Preparing herself, Olivia waited to hear anything from her dad had been having an affair to her mom was sick to they were selling the house and moving across the country.
"There was a party tonight at a classmate house of yours and a student showed up there with a gun and shot some of the students there, now I know you weren't really friends with any of the students there, but it's still a shock and I thought you would want to hear it from me, instead of reading the newspaper," her dad explained.
"Who was the shooter?" Olivia asked her dad.
"A kid named Charlie, he was a quiet kid apparently, real smart, kept to himself, but he was teased a lot in your school, at least that's what the police had to say, they found a journal and plans in his room, planning to shoot people at the graduation ceremony today, but he changed his mind and went to this party instead. My guess is that a lot of his tormentors were at this party," her dad looked at her, waiting for the tears.
"Who was shot?" Olivia asked, numb to the feelings racing through her body.
"No one was killed, thank goodness, but there was some serious injuries. 5 of your classmates were shot and taken to Mercy General, horrible happenings, thank goodness you weren't there tonight," Olivia's father hugged her. Something which didn't happen very often. Olivia just sat there, for a second, then awkwardly put her arms around her father.
"How did you hear about this?" Olivia asked quietly. Her mind racing, wondering if Fitz would've been shot if he'd been there, thinking of all the what-ifs.
"Since I used to be a consultant to the police force, they called me to come look at the scene after dinner with your mother. I dropped her off here about an hour ago and then came back after I was done. I'm surprised she didn't come say good night to you," her father wondered aloud. Kissing her on the forehead, "I'm off to bed now and so should you, it's been a long day, we'll got out tomorrow and have a celebratory brunch for your graduation tomorrow."
Olivia sat in the living room after her father went upstairs, my mother came home an hour ago and I didn't hear her knock or come upstairs, oh shit. Olivia walked back upstairs quietly and went into her room.
When she entered, there was no sign of Fitz, her bedsheets were rumpled and his clothes and the liquor was still out of sight.
Walking through her room to the bathroom, she looked inside and saw no one. As she turned to leave the bathroom, she saw someone out of the corner of her eye, it was Fitz. He smiled lazily at her, his eyes twinkled, as he was sprawled under the covers of her bed. He had lifted the side of her bedspread up, waiting for her.
She went to him and as he took her in his arms, she stopped him. "I have something to tell you," she said softly.
Not really sure how to tell him that some of his friends had been shot at a party that he'd left earlier, thank god, he was safe. She snuggled into his arms.
More soon.