Love and Submission

Chapter Ten

The day passed mostly without incident. Olivia managed to keep her hands off of Connor by sheer force of will but the thoughts were still there. Sometimes she thought he was perfectly aware of how much he affected her and other times he seemed completely oblivious. Seemed being the key word in that sentence. Thankfully she had no gym class so no need to deal with Molly because her snide looks were pushing the limit of Olivia’s patience as it was. By the end of the day she was starving, frustrated, and apprehensive about the whole mall experience. She was greeted by Connor and Kitty who were standing at the door to the lobby clearly looking like they had been friends for ages. Connor whispered something in Kitty’s ear that caused her to blush and then giggle hysterically. “Dare I ask what was so funny?” Olivia said as she approached them. Connor looked at her with that impish twinkle dancing in his eyes and Kitty shook her head.

“I vote we pile into my car. It’s faster.” Connor said with a wide grin. Olivia had no doubt his car, and his driving, were way faster than anything she’d ever experienced but before she could object Kitty was agreeing.

“Absolutely. Oh and I have no curfew thanks to Dad being on a business trip and stepmother being doped out of her mind. Some i***t at the doctor’s office she goes to actually gave her opiates if you can believe that.” She shook her head with mock sadness. Normally, people who live in the rough kind of household Kitty did were inclined to be upset about it, but after years of close friendship Olivia was starting to wonder if there was anything that could make Kitty upset.

“That’s messed up Kitty.” Connor replied with a bewildered smile. She shrugged then marched out the school like she owned the place leaving Connor and Olivia to scramble after. Not before Connor grabbed Olivia’s hand and pulled her to him in a quick hug of course. Olivia sighed happily as she breathed him in. He smelt too good for his own safety. Even after a day of class and being stuck with large amounts of poorly washed teenagers he still came out smelling like trees and dirt and fresh water. Connor was dragging her out the door as she stood there quite content to stay where they were. He was chuckling and calling to Kitty to wait up.

Connor’s car was quite a spectacle. All sleek silver paint waxed and buffed to reflect your look of amazement. Beautiful black leather interior that still smelt new when he opened the doors for both girls. Kitty was making many appreciative sighs and Olivia’s eyes were wide. Of course, half the student body was either staring or pretending not to while hovering near the machine. “What kind of car is this?” Connor smiled and leaned against the open door.

“It’s a Mercedes. Actually this is the only car my dad will let me drive to school.”

“There is more than this?” Connor laughed in a loud whoop.

“Holy God yes! My dad and my uncles all have one similar weakness. Fast foreign sports cars and they have at least one of every kind between them. Its craziness.” Just how rich was he? “Are you going to get in or just sit and gawk?” He asked when Olivia hadn’t moved. She stuck her tongue out and climbed in trying to be extra careful not to get dirt on the nice interior. “Seat belts, ladies and don’t worry about getting anything on the car its fine.” He smiled the dimple flashing smile and then revved the engine. That got even more attention from the circling teenaged buzzards outside. The stereo kicked on and the deep resounding bass filled the car. Connor immediately reached for the volume and flushed slightly. “Sorry.” Olivia turned a pained stare towards him.

“You’re a rap fan?” He looked at her, took in her expression, and then grinned.

“Yea but I like other music too. Actually I pretty much love music in general.” With another grin he switched the car into gear and shot off like a bat out of hell.

By the time they arrived at the mall, which was nowhere near the time they should have been there, Olivia’s fingers hurt from clenching the door handle so hard. Connor drove like a mad race car driver hopped up on some kind of hallucinogen. Just because one has the skill to drive like that doesn’t mean one should. Kitty had spent most of the time squealing with delight, thus encouraging even faster driving. Olivia made sure to shoot him a look that expressed her annoyance. If he saw it he certainly pretended not to and instead put his arm around her shoulders. She sighed and glowered along as they walked towards the neon lit cesspool ahead of them.

Shopping was never something Olivia particularly enjoyed especially not with Kitty who was distracted by anything shiny. Add to that her hungry and already irritated state and it was j about the same as sandblasting her skin. Connor stopped at one point to buy a bag of chips from the vending machine and bought her one without even needing to ask. She smiled gratefully and was mollified enough to endure almost an hour of Kitty’s waffling. It was the same anytime they ever went shopping. She’d pick something up, then put it back, then ten minutes later pick it back up. If she was actually going to buy it that was when she decided. Connor however was a breezy shopper, dropping money like it meant nothing. Of course to him it probably didn’t. He’d walked out of the electronics store with a new game, three CDs, and an entire season of a television show before they’d managed to drag him out. The girl behind the counter flashed him her biggest smile and even pushed her breasts out a little when Connor whipped out the black American express card. Olivia just rolled her eyes.

The only article that interested her was shoes. It was her shopping weakness, besides books but according to her mother that didn’t really count. When Kitty went into a*****e to check out a t shirt Olivia was busy trying not to drool all over the nice shoes. Connor was surprisingly enough watching her intently. “What caught your eye?” He asked looking honestly curious. She tried to reorder everything she’d heard and knew about guys and shopping. Did Connor fit into any mold? She pointed towards the pair of black and violet pumps. Kitty’s clothing of choice was a mixture of Goth and Punk so naturally all of the shoes here followed suit. But Olivia had always liked the shoes in this place. Connor came over to where she stood, picked up the shoes and looked them over then gave her the elevator eyes. When they reached hers they were turning slightly golden. “I could so see you in these.”

“What else am I wearing in this little mental image, just out curiosity?” She asked playfully while snatching back the shoe and putting it on the rack. Connor waggled his eyebrows at her causing her to blush and smile. He hadn’t answered her question she noticed. Clearly she wasn’t the only one with a hormone problem. Kitty emerged from the dressing room looking like a Victorian death doll of some kind but it was cute. Olivia gave her the thumbs up and then motioned for food.

“So, food next?” Connor asked with a laugh after Kitty nodded and disappeared back into the changing room.

“God yes I’m starving.” Connor’s stomach rumbled as if on queue. “Apparently the sentiment is shared.” Kitty emerged, paid the clerk who was trying not to stare at her in awe of the money she was spending on one outfit. Olivia reminded her that they had come in looking for a t shirt to which she clucked her tongue and hoisted her bags from the counter. It never ceased to amaze Olivia how much Kitty fit the stereotypical preppy mold, except for her taste in clothes, music, and movies. Connor put an arm around Olivia’s shoulders and then one around Kitty’s and smiled a large satisfied smile. Kitty was giggling and staring down into her bags. Olivia was trying not to laugh at Connor’s preening. “Are you the man now?”

“I am a God.” He said matter-of-factly then the smells of the food court overtook them and attention was diverted towards the food. Kitty bounced off to the Chinese place while Connor dragged Olivia to a place that smelt delicious and disgusting all at once. She raised an eyebrow at him but he just winked. “For processed it’s really not that bad. Two please.” He told the clerk who was already piling food onto a tray for him. Olivia frowned. Connor hadn’t actually ordered anything.

“Of everything, sir?” Sir?

“Yeah. Thanks Freddie.” Connor flashed the guy a smile who looked like he’d been stunned that Connor knew his name. Olivia was starting to feel uncomfortable and about to say something when she felt Connor’s hand spasm and grip hers hard. Then she smelt it. Something familiar and yet different. Something that had her hair bristling and her brain screaming at her brain to fight.