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"Do I know you?" I asked, raising an eyebrow, keeping my panic under control.

The best thing I could do was to pretend Oliver had mistaken me for someone else. Keeping my expression calm and confused, I pulled his hand away from my face and took a step back. Oliver rolled his eyes at me, pulling my license away as I tried to grab it from him.

"I'm not stupid. I know it's you."

"I don't know what you mean..."

"I'd recognize your baby face anywhere," Oliver commented dryly. "Even if you wear those glasses in class, it's obvious you're younger than you claim to be. Now I have proof."

"I-I don't..."

"Save it. I know it's you, 'Ms. Allen'."

I glared at the floor. Why, out of all of the students in my classes, did it have to be Oliver who found out? And so quickly! It was so unfair! I looked at him with a hard look. "You can't tell anyone!"

"Why not?"

"I might lose my job!" I told him, looking at him with pleading eyes. "Please, you can't tell anyone!"

"Why do I care whether you have a job or not?" Oliver asked, raising an eyebrow. "I could really care less."

"Oliver, please!"

"Care to explain why you're lying about your age then?"

"I need the money."

"Why?"

I set my jaw, narrowing my eyes at him. "None of your business."

Oliver looked surprised for a minute, but he quickly rearranged his features into a scowl. "Well then, it might just get around that you're actually only seventeen..."

My hands shook from anger as I glared at Oliver. As soon as my life actually started to work out for me, he had to ruin it. Tears stung at my eyes, and I blinked furiously to keep them spilling. He had no right to threaten me. He had no right to know about my past! I didn't want to tell him my parents were dead and that I had to care for Elliot and myself alone! That was for me to know about, and only me.

"Fine," I finally said, my voice shaking. "Tell everyone. Let them all know my true age and get me fired. Is that what you want? Since you hate me so much?"

Oliver rolled his eyes. "Spare me the dramatics."

I opened my mouth to shout at him, but before I could say anything, a new voice spoke up.

"Leave Pig alone!"

Oliver's eyes snapped down to Elliot, who was standing in front of me with his chest puffed out. Elliot glared at Oliver, clenching his little fist.

"Who's Pig?" Oliver asked, looking at my brother curiously.

"My sister!"

"Her?" Oliver pointed his finger at me.

"Yes! Leave Pig alone!"

"Eli, it's fine," I told him quietly, putting a hand on his head. "I'm okay."

"No! Pig is not okay! Pig is crying!"

"Elliot, it's fine," I reassured him. "I'm not crying. We're just having a small argument."

"Olive, go away!" Elliot cried, pushing on Oliver's leg. "Leave Pig!"

I almost laughed. Olive? Oliver looked down at Elliot with a blank expression for a moment, and then, to my surprise, Oliver started laughing. He squatted down to Elliot's level, putting a hand on his head. Elliot moved out from under it, still glaring at Oliver.

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