Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Oliver Pov

I still believe Devyn kept such a thing from us. She withheld such information from us for weeks and still could look us in the eye. I mean people are entitled to secrets but look where it got everyone in Pretty Little Liars show.

Are we really that untrustworthy?

We've known each other our whole lives. We have not kept any secrets as far as I know. Why was this any different. I tell them everything that goes on in my life.

Maybe if she told us this earlier, I would have come up with something to say or a safe strategy.

Oliver's thoughts were scrambled, trying to one, figuring out what to do next, and understanding that each decision they make will be valuable or detrimental from here on. Two, figure out why Dev, couldn’t trust him enough to let him tell her. He understood that he had no power but at least he knew how to strategize.

'I am not useless' I thought to myself.

Oliver went on like this for who knows how long.

Ginny Pov

I needed a ride to school with Oliver. I don’t even think he’s home. After all, he is the type to get up at 5 in the morning, exercise, or some sh-, study, then leave to who knows where.

Who even wants to go to school earlier. That means more hours in the place.

School starts at 9:30, even though it’s 8:45, I tried my luck and went to his house. A car was in the driveway but I don’t know if it was his or his parents.

I silently prayed that it was his. It would be awkward to see his parents since the whole thing at Dev's house. I normally know what to say to get around these things but if our parents are involved with kidnapping.

O don't think I could just cover it up with lies and a fake smile.

I knew that the keys to Oliver's house were in a plant, so i took it up and opened the door, letting myself in.

I don't think this would be breaking in if I used a key. At least I hope it isn't.

I looked around a bit, and I didn't see his parents and to be honest, I didn't want to check. I don’t think I could look them in the eyes ‘Yet’ at least.

I made my way to Oliver’s room. I wouldn’t have but I had to try my luck. Mumbling came from his room. What the heck was he dying here. I mean it was good for me but this isn't’ Oliver.

It sounded like he was filming a horror moving like the conjuring or something.

Oliver was kind of a Karen, I am not gonna lie.

I tried to come up with excuses that would point to why the boy was still at home.

‘ He must be sick, that’s it. ' I thought.

I opened the door of his room and found him in the same clothes he had left yesterday. He had his hands on his head, sitting on his bed staring at the wall still mumbling his thoughts. Oliver didn't even realize that I had come into his house much less his room.

I slowly walked up to him, smacking him in the back of his head. He looked at me.

Well, he glared at me, to say the least.

He didn’t look like himself, rather a person who needed to be in the psych ward. Oliver looked desperate for some answers, he looked dazed, like he had millions of questions that he had no answers to.

“Why are you not at school?” I said. I felt angry but confused and concerned at the same time. It could be heard in my voice.

“I could ask you the same thing, Gianna,” He said with a smirk on his face.

“Who the hell, are you cause the last time I checked you had brain cells, or did they leave like your ex-girlfriend. Wait I forgot you have never had one”. I said, clearly upset and annoyed by his statement.

The smirk wiped off his face as if he had been hypnotized and had just been released.

My words clearly knocked some sense into him.

“What time is it?” he said clearly concerned now. What was wrong with him?

“It’s 9:15,” I said bluntly.

“It’s what?!” he said getting up off his bed and grabbing his bag and his keys. I followed him.

"Aren't you gonna shower? You kinda stink" I said to him with a smile on my face.

"Just shut up," he said turning the car on.

The car was silent for a while. It took about 15 minutes to get to school. Oliver’s eyes pinned on the road not saying a word.

“I thought you said to act normal, and for you, this isn’t normal,” I said staring at him.

“Well I had some thinking to do, a-and I got lost in my thoughts, Gia-Ginny,” He said, as sweat dripped down his face, still not taking his eyes off the road.

“I swear to God, call me Gianna again, and i won’t hesitate to behead you. The only reason you got away with it today was because of ‘you-know but if it happens again I won’t let it slide”. I said, slightly raising my voice as I took out my things.

I got out of the car, and so did Oliver. We swiftly walked to class.

Great now I have to come up with an excuse for being a little late. My parents are gonna kill me, aren't they?

As we approached class we were met by stares. I don't think they were really directed towards me or Oliver the boy in who was late and in his clothes from yesterday.

We went to the teacher and luckily for me, the teacher let it slide since it was Oliver of course.

Oliver and I continued the school day as if nothing happened. We went to our classes and did the regular.

Oliver however ignored my worried stares. He basically avoided me the entire day even though we were in the same classes.

I still need to talk to him. Another day though.