Free I Hate You...I Think by Anna Davis Page B

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                  "Now where was I," he remarked thoughtfully as we sat down. "We can go out of our territory but it's dangerous, like you apartment is under Jason's control.
                  I looked up from the table confused. "I thought you said it was your territory, the other night when we were at the gas station."
                  Oliver sighed but I could see in his eyes he was amused. "That particular station is right on the border, it's a little hard to tell where the line is when there isn't exactly one spray painted on the ground, that and Jason thinks it's amusing to test my patience."
                  "So my apartment is in Jason's territory?" I frowned. The thought of living in those apartments by myself didn't seem so great anymore.
                  I shook my head and looked up at Oliver, only to find he wasn't there. Looking around the cafe I found him standing at the counter. After a few moments he came back to the table and sat a cup and a chocolate chip muffin in front of me. I thanked him and started eating.
                  "So why was Jason in your territory the other night?"
                  He was about to take a bite of his muffin ad stopped.
                  "That is a good question. I haven't figured that out myself. He got pretty far in to go unnoticed too, but like I said he likes to test my patience."
                  I nodded and continued eating the rest of my muffin.
                  "If you don't mind me asking," I started. Oliver nodded as if to say ask.
                  "What exactly do you guys do? Is it like on TV?"
                  "Drugs and violence you mean?" Oliver replied with a laugh. I nodded.
                  "Yeah, mostly for us it's not about drugs. It's about fight and racing, and most of all respect."
                  "How do you get respect?" I asked feeling like an idiot. He smirked again and it was annoying me, I just wanted to smack it off his face.
                  "By winning fights and races," he answered. "The more you win the higher up you get."
                  "So you have won a lot, I'm guessing."
                  "I have been in this life style for as long as I can remember. I'm the best fighter out there and the best racer. I surround myself with the best, as well. They're not as good as me, but they are close."
                  "You are quite full of yourself, aren't you," I shook my head at him. How can someone be so self-centered?
                  "I'm confident," he replied with a smug grin.
                  I scoffed at that. "Confidence is one thing, having a big head is another. Oliver's leg brushed mine; I jumped causing him to chuckle. Gazing around the cafe I made sure no one was looking, before I rounded on Oliver.
                  "You are my teacher!" I hissed.
                  "Why don't we head to the school, it's almost time for class," he laughed like it was nothing. He is going to get me in some serious trouble if he keeps this up. Oliver stood and offered me his hand. Ignoring it I pushed him out of the way and headed for the door.
                  I was 10 minutes early when I opened Oliver's classroom door. My Art history teacher had somewhere to go and let us off the hook.
                  "Hey Ever!" Logan yelled as I pushed the door open. He hit me like a train, scooping me up and crushing me in a hug.
                  "Can't breathe," I gasp. He let go instantly and I punched him as hard as I could in the stomach.
                  "OWWW!" He cried doubling over. Ignoring his whining I turned to Oliver's desk. Jake was sitting on one corner, Alex sat in a chair next to him and Oliver was standing by the board with a marker in his hand, they were