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moment.
                  "She could come with us," The guy the left offered.
                  "No," Oliver frowned. "She's seen enough. I'd rather her not get involved in this."
                  "A bit late for that," the same guy replied. Oliver waved his hand at the guy.
                  "I'm taking her back inside. I'll see you later."
                  With that Oliver took my arm and pulled me down the alley back to the club.
                  "Later girly," the dude called. I glanced back and waved. He grinned as did the other guys. We turned the corner out of sight. Oliver led me to the back door.
                  "It's locked," I told him. He didn't say anything pulling something out of his pocket. It was a key, he opened the door. The music was deafening.
                  "Oliver, I'm sorry," I muttered looking down at my feet. I felt like I should apologize and I didn't know why. I honestly don't know what I was thinking going after him. It was stupid.
                  "You can't tell anyone about this, do you understand," he told me frowning. I nodded.
                  "I mean it; if anyone gets involved with this it could be bad for them. Someone could get hurt, like you almost did," Oliver insisted.
                  "I know, and you'll get in trouble too," I frowned.
                  "Good night, Everlyn," Oliver said softly. I smiled and turned to go into the club. Oliver grabbed my arm gently.
                  "How about I buy you a drink next time," he smirked. I couldn't help but smile. He placed his hand on my back and pushed me inside the club. I turned and watched him close it behind me. Well, this has been a strange night. 
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter Three
     
                  It was chilly outside as I made my way to school. Kimmy hadn't even realized I had been missing last night. She got over Oliver pretty quick and moved on to some other guy. I had yet to tell her about what happened. A part of me wanted to but another part told me it probably wasn't a good idea.
    Oliver had said if anyone got involved things could be bad. For no only him but us as well, and I don't want Oliver to get in trouble. As crazy as tha t sounds. Kimmy really didn't need to get involved in whatever the hell is going on. I don't even want to be involved. Why did I have to be so curious? I could have got in a lot of trouble.
                  Grumbling to myself I made my way to the Cafe in Harmon hall. I need my coffee. As I stepped into the Cafe the smell of roasted coffee hit me. I inhaled happily. I gave the Cafe a once over and found Oliver, or should I say Mr. Wolfe, sitting in the corner.
    He looked up to see who entered and his eyes met mine. I looked away quickly and went to the counter and ordered my Cafe Mocha. The girl made it quickly and handed it to me. I took my first sip. Yum! I headed over to a table as far away from Oliver as possible. Plopping down in a chair I pulled out my book and started reading.
                  "Good morning, Miss Fox," Oliver greeted in a professional manner. I just nodded. "I was wondering if I could have a word with you about what we talked about yesterday."
    He gave a polite smile but I could see in his eyes that he wanted to make sure I hadn’t told anyone about last night.
                  "I'm sorry I don't recall having any conversation with you sir," I told him in and innocent voice. He looked at me a moment.
                  "Oh, perhaps it was someone else. I'm very sorry to bother you," he frowned at me and exited the Cafe. I sat there a few more moments. I just want to forget last night even happened. I don't want to know what's going on or have any part of it. I would have to face him sooner or