Zip X Oliver #fpe Novels & Stories

Oceans p.o.v. Gregory doubled over as if in pain, before I could react he had transformed into his shaggy brown wolf and was howling to the sky "Gregory, what's wrong?" "Ocean, it's Desert and Lanna they went into the forest and didn't come back and now Sky cant contact Desert" fear settled deep in my stomach "I'm on my way" I rush over to Gregory "Gregory, come on we need to go, Lanna and Desert need us"

“Listen, Teresa knows me well, I love staying on my own. The only time you would believe I hate you is if I tell Teresa to break up with you, but since I am still allowing you two to be together, then it’s all good, don’t you think? I mean, I let you tag along on this trip and a lot of those high schoolers.” “You are a high schooler,” Oliver said and Xavier scoffed softly with a faint smile on his lips. He glanced at the boy in front of him and sighed, almost shedding off the ice he had built around himself to protect him but he stopped himself, he needs to withdraw from him, like stay clear off from him. Clearing his throat, he took the plate of barbecue from him, “I will eat this, thanks.”

Oliver was very oblivious to what I noticed. I just decided to shrug it off and look forward to the anticipated fun of today. So I'm presently touching up my face for the show tonight, while Oliver is already fully dressed and sitting on the bed waiting for me, as he looked through his phone. He looked really eidible tonight. He always did though, but the casual jeans and Denim jacket he wore tonight made him look bad ass. And his hair came falling down his face, looking slightly wet, showing he just came out of shower.

Emma scoffed. “Is that a problem strawberry shortcake?” Oliver asked. “Yes, it’s a big fucking problem Olly! We do cars not drugs.” Emma said, more respectfully. Oliver stood from his seat and walked across the long room, past Lucas and Emma. He tilted a painting to the side revealing a hidden holo-phone. After moving his hand along the holo-screen a few times, the ceiling began lowering. The table now held thousands of tightly wrapped plastic bricks of black tar. “Not anymore.” Oliver stated plainly. He walked back his seat.

I didn't hear much of their conversation because she kept the volume of her voice low but when she asked to switch chemistry partners she made sure I heard every word. To my surprise, the old man agreed and the very next day I was stuck with Zelda who looked startlingly similar to Miss Trunchbull from the movie Matilda. If that wasn't bad enough, she also constantly smelt like blue cheese. Her clothes always held food stains, even if she just arrived at school somehow there was already some type of food staining her shirt. She was almost my height, just an inch shorter and every time she looked at me I internally cringed.

Just then, Oliver approached us. “Hey, Tulips. How are you?” he asked, extending his hand. “Good day, Oliver,” I replied. “Good to see you.” “Good to see you too,” he smiled. “I thought you’d gone home,” I said, surprised. “Plans changed,” he replied. “I’ll be around for a few more days.” “That’s nice,” I said. “Spending more time with your childhood friend?” He nodded. “There’s never a dull moment with Xavier.”

I need to get to my wife," he growls out. Fighting the air through my lungs, I close my eyes, feeling more than seeing. I needed to be ready when Zane gave the signals. This is on me. "London? They are almost there. In five, kick as hard as you can, baby. Daddy is trying to make a way for you to come out unscathed, okay?" he says encouragingly. I don't answer to that, just shut the fuck up and wait patiently. At the sound of 1, Zane gave the signal and Oliver's car ran across the bump on the road. "Shit! Not that," Oliver says. "What?" Michael asks. "I didn't see the tyre nails on the road until it was too late. Zane set us up," Olive says his voice bitter.