"What are you doing? Stop following me around like a dark shadow. If you have something to ask of me, then ask. Do not try and skirt around the topic."
Natasha usually did not pay attention to what was happening around her. But even she had to admit that it was getting annoying to see Olivier walking around her on eggshells.
What was more? He was not even trying to hide his presence from her.
"Natasha, my dear lovely sister. I do need a favor from you. Hey, do not look at me with those disgusted eyes. I am just trying to ask a favor from you."
Olivier quickly changed his tone when he realized that Natasha was not amused by his sugary sweet voice.
And Natasha preferred Olivier's natural voice much more than his fake one.
"Ugh, I have a feeling your favor is not going to be something I enjoy granting you. Is there a chance for me to refuse to help you out? I am a busy person after all."
Natasha tried to gauge how much effort she would need to put into helping Olivier out. She was not going to do it for free.
"Natasha, you want help to get out of the house for your date next weekend, right? I will distract our teacher and allow you the freedom to go out. But only if you help me out."
"You will? Then speak. What do you need help with? I might just help you out."
Suddenly, Natasha's attitude toward Olivier took a 180 degree turn. She was willing to help him out and even listen to his worries.
"Hmm, you do not need to do much for me. You see, I got an invite for a tournament but it will be held out of town this weekend. I need you to help me get permission for this tournament."
Natasha's face turned from relaxed to surprised.
Out of everything she had expected Olivier to ask, this certainly was not one of them.
"Alright, I understand. In that case, I will help you as much as possible. Give me your permission form and I will talk with them to allow you your freedom."
Natasha did not see why Olivier needed her help getting permission to go out. He was already 14 and Natasha's parents were not conservative types. Surely Olivier could have asked them to sign this form himself.
'But it is better for me this way. I can get the blackmail material I want and I can also get help getting away from that stuffy teacher of ours.'
"Alright kid, you got yourself a deal. I will help you get permission. And in return, you will help me by distracting Mr. Standort."
Natasha held her hand in front and Olivier shook it. And with that, they both had come to a tactical understanding to help each other out.
......
The conversation with Natasha took place during breakfast. And it slipped Olivier's mind as soon as school started.
Mainly because he had a test in front of him, he needed to focus on.
Olivier looked at the questions and he recognized them as well. In his mind, he knew he could solve them.
But when the time came to write the answers, Olivier felt his mind become blank.
He could solve these questions but he was not able to solve them. And that irked his brain a lot.
'I should be able to solve these questions. Why is nothing registering in my mind? I cannot believe I am about to fail such an easy exam.'
"Alright, time is up. Hand in your papers now or you will be marked absent on the test."
Olivier debated not handing his paper over. It would be better for his average to not hand this paper in. but if the news got back to his 'uncle,' things would not end well for Olivier,
'Let us just hand this paper in for now. I will worry about my average later.'
Olivier handed the paper and waited until the teacher finished collecting it. He was one of the last people to hand his paper over.
The ones who did not hand their paper over were left behind. And they could only watch with surprised expressions as the teacher left without collecting all the papers.
One of those students was Clement. His eyes held terror as he watched the teacher exit the room.
"Oh shit. I think I failed this test. I only answered about 5 questions out of 20. What about you? And I did not give this exam paper back in time."
Clement's begging eyes were asking Olivier to assure him that he failed as well. But Olivier knew he had managed to finish quite a lot of questions, even if his brain had been dead for the most part.
"Do not worry. I did not get to solve a lot as well. We both can fail together."
Clement had an envious look on his face when he looked at Olivier. But it was soon forgotten in favor of accompanying Olivier back to the gaming club.
Now that the school day had ended, it was time to put behind all the troublesome work and allow yourself to relax and play games.
Or at least, that had been the plan before Olivier notice the loud noise from the adjacent corridor.
The yelling voice sounded familiar to Olivier. He quickly turned the corner, only to run into Ezra and an unknown man.
And when Olivier said man, he meant a man. The guy harassing Ezra had to be over 25 years of age. His haggard face as well as tired eyes reminded Yohan of a salary worker.
The man currently held Ezra's arm in his grip tightly. Red marks were beginning to form on Ezra's arms as a result of this tight grip.
"Olivier, is that senior Ezra's voice? Do you think she is in danger? Should we help her out?"
Clement's concern was audible in his voice. Even Olivier was beginning to feel worried about his Senior now.
Especially since it did not seem as if Ezra's arm was going to be let go of any time soon by the man in front of her.
"You! Let me go. How did you even get inside here? Who let you on school grounds?"
Ezra's voice was not particularly loud but it was just loud enough to attract everyone's attention. Had it not been after-school times, her current condition would have attracted a lot of attention.
"Senior Ezra, hurry and run."
Clement decided to act before anyone else could. There was a small dustbin in the corridor and Clement decided it was a good decision to pick up the trash can and throw it on top it on top of the intruder's head.
Ezra was startled but Clement did not hesitate to take her hand and make a run for it.
As much as Olivier did not want to complicate this situation, he had already become an accomplice of this act. He had to run after Era and Clement as well.
All three of them ran into the club room and closed the door behind their backs. Outside the door, the intruder was still knocking, begging the children to 'understand' him.