Guardian.
1042 Words
OLIVIA'S POV:
"I'm not a kid, Mum..." I said in a tired tone while she continued speaking. Today was the day I met the mysterious guardian she'd assigned to me. And somehow, from the moment I woke up, everything about today had felt wrong.
"He said he's been busy with school projects, and—"
"It's the start of a new session." I cut in with a sigh. "He's not even in his final year and you believe he's—"
"Don't take that tone with me, miss..." she growled, "and don't be disrespectful when you meet him. His Mum is the president of my book club."
"Yes, Ma'am." I rolled my eyes and ended the call. The silence afterward felt strangely heavy.
"What sort of school project starts that early?" I muttered, opening the message I had with this person.
"And why the hell does it have to be here?" I grumbled, rereading the message again as though my eyes had been playing a trick on me.
This was definitely a joke from the universe or something. I could feel my chest tightening as I looked at the entrance.
Memories of what had happened last night flooded me with disgust. The music. The alcohol. The blurry flashes of his voice. Every memory made heat crawl up my neck.
"Fuck." I bit my lip and held my bag tighter. How the hell did you get so carried away, Olivia Simmons? And who the hell did he think he was? Arrogant jerk. The nerve of him still made my blood boil.
""Call me?"" My jaw tightened. That's all he had to say? I didn't even remember his face clearly because of the hangover. Just fragments. A low voice. A smug tone.
I glanced around as I entered the club before texting the person. A few minutes later, my eyes caught someone walking towards me with a smile.
"Hi. It's nice to—"
"Olivia Simmons?" He interrupted, eyes scanning my body.
I forced a smile trying to hide the anger and stretched my hand forward, "It's nice to meet—"
"He's waiting inside." He turned sharply and walked away. What the hell? This rude bastard...
I followed him silently, avoiding eye contact with the people looking.
"Here." He turned to me and opened the door as we reached it.
"Have a seat. He's kind of busy right now."
I looked towards the end of the room. I could hear some guys laughing. Loud. Careless. Like they owned the world. Made my blood boil.
My eye caught the person at the sitting area he'd pointed— a stunningly beautiful lady. She was gorgeous. She smiled at me and continued pressing her phone. She looked effortlessly elegant sitting there, like she belonged in every room she entered.
I walked over awkwardly and sat a little farther away from her. I tried distracting myself with my phone but I couldn't help stealing glances at her.
"He left four minutes ago." She said in a cheerful tone. "He'll be back soon."
I nodded, forcing a smile. That was oddly specific. I needed something to distract myself. Anything. All of a sudden, I took out the piece of paper that the jerk from last night had left this morning. An amusing thought crossed my mind— call him and just toy with him. Maybe embarrass him a little before blocking his number forever. I chuckled at the thought.
I looked at the table as a phone rang the moment I dialed the number. I shrugged the thought away with an awkward smile. What a coincidence. Still... something about it made my stomach twist.
My heart thumped faster as the call stopped when I cut mine. I looked at the lady as she reached out for the phone. I felt relief with the thought that it was hers.
My palms were already sweaty as I tapped for another call. Another ring. The sound echoed painfully in my ears. I could hear my heartbeat like a drum against my chest as I raised my head.
She chuckled as our eyes met and picked the call,
"Hello..."
My feet felt glued to the floor. What the f**k was going on? I couldn't think straight. My eyes darted between the lady and my phone.
Why was I hearing her voice through my phone?
She laughed softly and looked at the other side of the room as the voices approached us.
"This is gonna be fun."
The words sent a chill crawling down my spine. I was visibly shaking at this point. I ended the call and quickly messaged the "guardian" I was supposed to meet. He was my only hope at this point.
Ding.
My stomach sank as I looked at her again. That same phone? No no, that was—
"Olivia Simmons."
Fuck.
"Is the guest—" The voice suddenly paused. I looked at the person— handsome, neatly dressed, sharp jawline...
Club Jerk?
"You..." He said in surprise, walking closer. Recognition flashed across his face almost instantly.
"Is she the one?" The lady laughed softly... "Come have a seat, darling..."
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I rubbed my sweaty palms against each other and lowered my head. He'd seen his friends out of the room. I couldn't even look at them.
The lady was humming. A tone that made my heart pump blood harder with each thump. It had been a few seconds, but it felt like an eternity. The surprise, confusion, tension... Well, it felt like only me felt all the tension.
"I'm fucked."
My mind kept haunting me with thoughts along those lines. He'd diffused the tension on his part when his friends asked what was going on.
I flinched as I heard his voice. The lady stopped humming and I started wishing she didn't. My heart felt like it would explode.
I raised my head slowly and as my eyes met hers, "I'm sorry..." slipped out in trembling tone. Her dark lipstick had become so eery with the smile.
My eyes shifted and followed the guy as he walked to her. We locked eyes for a second. I didn't know what to think. I closed my eyes as he cleared his throat.
"It's good to see you again."
What?
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