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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 THRITY-ONE!(:
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“Worst day ever!” Scarlet grumbled to herself, trudging down the hallway in sweaty, dirty, clothes. “You haven’t seen the worst of it yet” Oliver stated, leaning against one of the door frames in the hall, watching her behind his hair. “I’m hoping not to” she grumbled, shaking her head. “It’ll get worse” he shrugged. “Why do you do that?” “Do what?” “That” “What’s ‘that’?” “That!” she half shouted, glaring at him. “Push your buttons?” he smirked evilly. “Because it’s fun to see you get angry. It’s like watching a midget try to reach a high shelf. It’s cruel, yet amusing.” Scarlet’s mouth fell slack, he’d just insulted her. But somehow she didn’t feel offended. She should have, but she wasn’t. She stood there gaping at him and not saying anything. “What?” she asked, just the slightest bit confused. “Why do you do that?” Oliver asked, mocking her completely. “Why do I do what?” Scarlet raised an eyebrow at him. “Stare,” he said bluntly. “You stare at me all the time. Do you write about me in your diary? Do you dream about me, too?” he laughed. | “You’re so full of it” Scarlet rolled her eyes.
“And what exactly is ‘it’? Good looks?” he asked smartly. Scarlet let out a groan, and slammed her door shut. She couldn’t think of anything smart to say back, so she retreated into the serenity of her new room. “Must you drive everyone to the point of insanity, Oliver?” Spencer asked, strolling down the hall slowly. “Yes, I must” Oliver said, leaning against his bedroom door. “Four thirty, you’re going to take Scarlet and Anastasia to Charisma’s to get the reading” Spencer instructed. “Why can’t you do it?” he complained. “Because mom wants me to help her make dinner.” Spencer grumbled. “Is Ivana coming to?” “That was a stupid question to ask, considering she hates Scarlet’s guts and would rather jump off a building than be anywhere near her” Spencer gave Oliver a parental look. “Alright, I’ll take them. But you know how much Charisma hates me.” “All the more reason to go, right?” Spencer shrugged. “You like to push people’s buttons. I’m sure Charisma needs a good ‘button pushing’ anyway” “Sounds good to me” Oliver turned into his room, and shut the door behind him with an evil, all knowing, smile spreading on his lips. |