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- Polls & Pictures!,(:
- Summary & Characters,(:
- More On The Characters!,(:
- Prologue!,(:
- Chapter One!,(:
- Chapter Two!,(:
- Chapter Three!,(:
- Chapter Four!,(:
- Chapter Five!,(:
- Chapter Six!,(:
- Chapter Seven!,(:
- Chapter Eight!,(:
- Chapter Nine!,(:
- Chapter Ten!,(:
- Chapter Eleven!,(:
- Chapter Twelve!,(:
- Chapter Thirteen!,(:
- Chapter Fourteen!,(:
- Chapter Fifteen!,(:
- Chapter Sixteen!,(:
- Chapter Seventeen!,(:
- Chapter Eighteen!,(:
- Chapter Nineteen!,(:
- Chapter Twenty!,(:
- Chapter Twenty-One!,(:
- Chapter Twenty-Two!,(:
- Chapter Twenty-Three!,(:
- Chapter Twenty-Four!,(:
- Chapter Twenty-Five!,(:
- Chapter Twenty-Six!,(:
- Chapter Twenty-Seven!,(:
- Chapter Twenty-Eight!,(:
- Chapter Twenty-Nine!,(:
- Chapter Thirty!,(:
- Chapter Thirty-One!,(:
- Chapter Thirty-Two!,(:
- Chapter Thirty-Three!,(:
- Chapter Thirty-Four!,(:
- Chapter Thirty-Five!,(:
- Chapter Thirty-Six!,(:
- Chapter Thirty-Seven!,(:
- Chapter Thirty-Eight!,(:
- Chapter Thirty-Nine!,(:
- Chapter Forty!,(:
- Chapter Forty-One!,(:
- Chapter Forty-Two!,(:
- Chapter Forty-Three!,(:
- Chapter Forty-Four!,(:
- Chapter Forty-Five!,(:
- Chapter Forty-Six!,(:
- Chatper Forty-Seven!,(:
- Chapter Forty-Eight!,(:
CHAPTER FIVE!(:
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“Who was she, Oliver?” Ivana asked, pacing at the foot of his bed. “I’m telling you it was a fluke or something, relax” he combed his fingers through his black hair. “Tell me who she was, I’m not joking around with you” she glared at him. “She said her name was Sage,” he laughed. “Man was she was rotten liar” “Sage? I don’t know a Sage” Ivana sat down in the chair at his desk. “Of course you don’t, I just told you she lied about her name” “Why would she do that?” she glared at him. “I lied about mine, and I made it kinda obvious that my name wasn’t Spencer” he put his hands behind his head and stared up at the ceiling. "Why do you do that?” Ivana half yelled at him. “You think you’re all that don’t you?” “Of course I do,” he said smartly. “I don’t see you, Spencer, or Annabelle rushing to go find the ‘lost one’, or whatever” “Nobody’s seen her since she was born! We have no idea what she looks like!” Ivana shouted. “You’d think someone would know what she looked like” Oliver shrugged. “Spencer!” Ivana yelled, storming out of Oliver’s room. “Yeah?” he stopped her by the door. “Talk to him, please” she pushed him out of the way and walked out. “You know how she is when she’s in a pissy mood Oliver. What have you done now?” Spencer leaned against the door frame. “What haven’t I done?” he retorted, raising an eyebrow and smiling. “Very funny Oliver,” Spencer groaned. “But why is Ivana so upset with you?” | “I found a girl on the street who could see me, no big deal”
“What do you mean, ‘see you’?” “She shouldn’t have been able to see me, that’s what I meant. I had the shield up and everything,” he explained. “I bought her some coffee and she saw past my glamour.” “Your what?” Spencer asked. “That’s what Ivana calls the shield, she saw my eyes and no one can see them” “Maybe you should get a fricken haircut” he stated. “Badasses don’t get haircuts,” Oliver retorted. “What color do my eyes look to you?” “Aren’t they always brown?” Spencer leaned forward slightly. “That’s it, right there,” Oliver lifted up his hair and looked directly at Spencer. “They’re green” "Yeah, so?” “You don’t get it,” Oliver grumbled. “Never mind” “What was her name?” “I don’t know her name, she wouldn’t tell me” he shrugged. “She wouldn’t tell you, Oliver Kennsington, her name? That’s pretty funny” Spencer smiled. “She lied about her name because I lied about mine” Oliver stated dryly. “What’d you say your name was?” he asked curiously. “I said it was Spencer” Oliver smiled. “Great.” Spencer got up off the chair and started towards the door. “I’m gonna go find her” Oliver got up and followed him. “Why?” “Your sister thinks she could be the ‘lost daughter’ or whatever from that stupid book or whatever” he waved it waved the thought away with his hand and headed towards the front doors. |