Victoria's POV
"What?" Lana asked me after the bell rang, signaling classes were over for the day.
"Please take me home because I can't be with Oliver after what he had done to me the entire day," I said, and I could see how my best friend raised her eyebrow, and I could tell she was trying to tell me something, but she opted to shut her mouth.
"What do you want to tell me, Lana? I know that look, and I could tell you will not feel at ease if you will not spit it out." I said, and she moved closer to me.
"For the record, I haven't seen Oliver come near you the entire day, and I could tell he was avoiding you. It seems he had done the opposite. He only drove your car this morning and explained to our fellow students that you are not that close. Only your fathers are best friends. He informed everyone that he is not interested in you, so I think that is the reason why you don't want to ride with him in the first place, right, Victory?" She asked, and I pouted my lips at her, and I hated to think that my best friend was right.
"If you don't want to take me home, then don't. I can ask Tim to drive me." I said.
"Tim already has football practice on the field, and I don't think he can take you home after his practice because I heard the boys together with the girls are planning to go to the beach tonight," Lana replied, and I frowned at her, but my excitement made me widen my eyes.
"I can see mischief on your face, Victory." She said.
"Can we go to the beach instead? I want to try it, Lana." I said.
"As if you can go, do you think your father will not know if you will not come home at a reasonable hour?" She asked.
"I will tell my dad that I am having a sleepover at your place. And we haven't done it for a long time." I declared.
"We haven't done it before in my house, Victory. All the sleepovers that we had happened in your mansion because every time you ask your father's permission, he will turn you down immediately, and he will talk to me if I can come over to your place. I always wanted to go to your house anyway. I love your gigantic house, Victoria." She declared.
"And I know if not because of your father, I am sure my father will not have a stable job, that is why I always wanted to please your dad, but it doesn't mean I only care about you because of our gratitude to your family," Lana added. I hate it every time she reminds me about her father working for my dad's company because it feels like I only have her. After all, she felt obligated towards our family.
"Never mind, Lana, I can take a taxi or bus," I said.
"You can't ride the bus, Victory, you know your house is far from the bus stop, and I think your driveway is almost one kilometer from the main gate to your house." She said.
"It is okay, Lan, I will take the taxi," I said.
"I am sorry, Victory, I can't be absent from my part-time job." She said, and I nodded my head at her.
"It is fine, Lana. I can take care of myself." I said, and I walked going to the main gate of our school. I didn't bother to come after Oliver since I felt hurt when I saw him get out of our classroom with Keisha holding hands, and I don't like what I felt right now. I never felt this way before, I love ignoring boys since I don't feel anything towards them, and I don't mind seeing them with another girl; unlike now, I couldn't stop myself from feeling jealous.
I hate to admit it, but it was true, and this is the first time I didn't feel attractive and confident, maybe because this is also the only time a boy ignored me. I will never make Oliver Prize know I like him, no matter how attractive he is or how I wanted to be his girlfriend. I will never make the first move because, for me, I am different from every girl in this Academy. I already promised myself that I would never be like them, chasing the boys they like, it could be so degrading, and it will only lower my self-esteem, and of course, that is not me at all because boys always chase me around, and not the other way around.
I was at the bus stop waiting for the bus since I wanted to walk in going to our house when I heard the blowing of the horn, and I felt so frustrated when I saw my car, and Oliver pulled over in front of me, and I can see the anger on his face.
"Get in, Victoria!" He yelled at me, but I pretended I didn't hear or see him.
"Victory, if you will not move, you will regret what I am going to do next." He said, and I couldn't deny it; his words made me feel excited about what he will do to me, and it seemed like Oliver will bring out my bad side instead of my good self. And before I could move, he already got out of the car, and he carried me as if I weighed nothing at all. The moment I felt Oliver put his hands on my waist, I couldn't explain the sensation that I felt, it was too much for me to handle, and I could feel the knots on my stomach. But every sensation I felt was gone the moment he tossed me at the back seat of the car, and I could feel the excruciating pain in my pelvis.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" I hissed as I tried to massage my pelvic bone.
"You should be asking yourself that question, Victoria. I was waiting in the parking lot like a fool, and I am just glad someone told me she had seen you walking in the opposite direction. Are you that irresponsible?" He asked, and I could feel the anger boiling inside me. How could he call me irresponsible?
"I need to go back and take Keisha on a movie date, and you are wasting my precious time." He said, and I could feel the piercing of my heart, and I hated him even more.
"That is why I wanted to take a bus or taxi because I know you will be having a date with your girlfriend, and why are you so angry with me when I didn't bother you at all?" I shouted at him. And I no longer care if I lost my poise, I don't usually shout no matter how angry I am with someone, but I couldn't stop myself from feeling so mad at Oliver.
"Your father asked me to drive you in going to school and taking you home. I am a responsible person, Victoria. I hope next time you will also use your brain, and they said you are the top one of all senior students. How can you be that stupid?" He asked, and I could see the anger on his face in the rearview mirror, and I wanted to counter his hurtful words, but I felt too hurt to even talk back with him that I was clutching my bag tightly on my shoulder, and I could feel my face turned bright red due to my fury with Oliver.
The moment we arrived in our driveway, I got out and ran towards the main door without taking a second look. I slammed my bedroom door hard after I got inside, and I screamed because of my frustrations with Oliver. How can I like someone who treated me like I don't matter at all? Why do I have to feel this type of attraction to someone who didn't look at me with tenderness? I could tell he avoided my gaze most of the time, even if he was harshly talking with me.
"Are you alright, Victory?" Celia asked me when she fetched me in my room and informed me that dinner was ready.
"I am not feeling well, Celia. Can you take my food here?" I asked, and she smiled at me.
"Of course, you can, Victory. I will get the thermometer." She said as she got up from my bed since she was sitting next to me.
"No need for that, Celia. I don't have a fever. I am just tired from school, that is all." I said, and she nodded her head and got out of my home.
I only eat a little since I don't have the appetite to eat, and I asked Celia to inform the kitchen staff, I wanted my lunch to be delivered to my school tomorrow. I usually have my lunch fresh from our kitchen, but I beg my dad to stop it since I wanted to eat at the cafeteria. Still, now that Oliver came into my life and started ruining everything, including my heart, I don't want to eat in the cafeteria anymore because I don't want to watch Oliver being so sweet with Keisha.
"Dad, I think it is about time that I should drive my car. I don't need someone to drive me, dad. Could you ask my bodyguard to follow my car because I don't want to be near with Oliver? I hate all about him." I said the moment my father answered my call, and I heard him laugh, and my father was having fun right now that I had the worst day of my life.
"You like Oliver!" My father exclaimed the moment he stopped laughing, and his words stunned me, and I wondered how my dad knew I liked Oliver, but there is no way I will tell my father I liked the arrogant jerk living in our house.
"You got it wrong, dad. I am still waiting for the perfect boy. I'm not too fond of Oliver, and I wouldn't say I liked his existence.
"Whatever you say, honey, just be careful you for might end up eating the words you said about Oliver since you needed him in your life more than you will ever know." He said.
"Dad, don't tell me you arranged for me to get married to Oliver?" I asked, horrified, yet I couldn't stop feeling so thrilled.
"No, sweetheart, I will never do that to you. You are free to choose whom to love, and I could tell before your eighteenth birthday you will already fall in love with the boy you hated the most." My father said, and I became speechless as I wondered how my dad could be sure about my feelings towards Oliver.