Heart Of Ice

Chapter 12

Samika's POV

I wait for Olive to come out of her school and she is free from tomorrow since it's the weekend, she doesn't have work for the next three days.

She finally walks out, with a highschool boy walking behind her. I see Olive's face and it is clear that she is just trying to keep her s**t together, but her patience levels are thinning.

One look from her and I instantly understand the message she's trying to convey. So I quickly unlock the doors and rev the engine up. As soon as she gets in, I lock the doors and start driving. Just a matter of a few seconds and the boy looks like he just got his heart broken.

"These kids think it's okay to hit on their teacher" Olive huffs and rests her head in her palms.

Her life became chaotic after she started working here and it's not even a week. I take a turn towards our favorite Chinese food joint because I am starving. I walked out of Nyle's house and did not bother having lunch anywhere.

"To be honest Oli," I pause as I carefully park my car,"if I were your student I'd hit on you too"

Olive just laughs it off and she pulls me closer for a hug. I hug her back and sometimes, the hugs might not have meanings and it's okay. It's just a way of showing affection and showing affection doesn't need to have a reason all the time.

"Dang girl! This Tesla is bomb" she says and we both get out of the car.

Once we order our food, I tell her everything that happened. From the night in the woods, encountering two wolves.. to what happened just a couple hours ago.

She patiently listens to everything and meanwhile our food finally arrives. She doesn't say anything at first and that's just because she is hungry. If you know Olive, you know Olive.

"That was a moment of heat there,"she pauses to chew her food,"but I noticed the way that hottie looked at you the first time. It did not seem like first time"

Now I am confused. But I shake my head as if that is going to slow down the process of my overthinking.

"I need help, Sam. Are you free for the next one hour?" She asks and I nod.

"I should really meet Andrew Larsen. He has so much material that I need to give the next two assignments to the kids" Olive groans.

I quickly recall Matt asking me if I know anything about Olive meeting Andrew today. But I chose not to tell her. She already had enough for today.

I pay for the food and we both get in my car again. This time, I tried the autopilot mode and even though it's doing just fine my eyes are totally on the road. Don't trust those tiktoks, you people.

We reach the address that Olive gave and we are now before a mansion that is as huge as the one I live in. The security guard asks us the purpose and Olive tells him. The security guard then rings someone and tells them about us through a call. And after the call has ended, the gates rise up and we drive in.

The mansion is a beauty! The garden looks so pretty and it must easily take five of the workers or maids to clean this and mow the lawn because that's how huge it is.

"Is he really the one we are searching for? Because there is no way an arts teacher lives here" I whisper and when I don't hear anything from Olive, I look at her. She is too stunned to speak as she looks at everything.

I park my car in the driveway as one of the maid or servant or whoever it is, instructed. Trust me, even my dad doesn't have this kind of work done by servants.

Now I am really curious to meet Andrew Larsen.

"Your key, ma'am" the guy who just directed us to park our car asks me and I just raise my eyebrow at him.

"For security purposes. You'll have this the moment you step out of the mansion again" he says with his face stern with no expression and I just give him the key.

Olive and I walk in and I see paintings hung on the walls. From various artists including Cecily brown. We both take our time walking to the living room, watching all the paintings in awe.

Now I am beyond curious to meet this person. We were directed and asked to sit on the couch until their 'sir' came downstairs.

"At first I thought he must be a live-in servant but now they called him sir so I am curious," Olive says and I stifle a giggle.

Just a few minutes later, what we did not expect is a person we both always heard of but never met .. we saw him coming. He is almost six feet tall. His light brown hair and green eyes... Olive and I did major research on him.

"Andrew Larsen?" Olive asks even though she knows that he is not Andrew Larsen.

"Oh! I am not that anymore. I did that just to teach few kids my passion but they were all just dumb" he says and I am still just staring at him.

"Am I really looking at Brent Foster or am I seeing things?" I ask Olive.

"I am looking at Brent Foster too" Olive whispers and that is when we finally go crazy, looking at one of the greatest artists of all time.