Love Is Final

Chapter 1

I laid in bed, hesitant to get ready for the day ahead. My phone annoyingly beeped over and over again, causing me to both ignore it and stay in place. But when I couldn't stand the sound any longer, I grabbed my phone a noticed that I was being spammed by my best friend.

****Missed Messages****

Mila: LIV

Mila: lIV

Mila: Olivia if you don't wake ur ass up...

Mila: OMFG GET UP! ITS IMPORTANT

****Scroll to see more messages****

The messages continued a good fifty more, so I figured it must be important. I texted her back, half wanting to tell her to shut the actual fuck up, half actually concerned.

Me: What?

Mila: OH THANK GOD UR UP

Me: whats wrong? are you hurt? sick?

Mila: WHAT????? no

Mila: I just need help with an outfit for today....

Me: Nope. Going back to sleep. see you at school.

I glanced at the time and realized that I don't have anymore time to sleep and actually have to get up. Finally arising out of the comfort and warmth of my bed, I took a quick shower and threw on a quick outfit. I didn't bother with my makeup because...no. I have practice after school and was not about to look like a racoon during it.

Arriving at school, I was met with the eyes of my best friend that were filled with both friendly anger and hapiness as I approached. 

"Thanks for the help." She said sarcastically, trying to act mad. I giggled.

"You know I only fully wake up for good reasons," I tucked a loose strand of hair out of my face as we walked to our lockers, "You know- like if you are dying or getting kidnapped?"

She laughed at my response as she opened her locker and looked at herself in the mirror she glued to the inside of her locker, "How is me looking good not a good reason?" She asked me, pretending to be offended. God, she was so bad at acting.

"Because you look good no matter what, duh." I leaned against my locker door, waiting for her to finish. Once she finished I stood up and began walking with her to class before I was abruptly taken off my feet, causing a scream/yelp to escape my mouth. "Put me down!" I yelled.

"Never!" My boyfriend Carlos was holding me fireman style and refused to let me go no matter how much I protested. 

Eventually I gave up and he set me down, grabbing my face and putting his lips against mine. "Good morning." He smiled and I smiled back. The same fake smile I give him every time. But he doesn't need to know that.

"Good morning," I replied, "Do you have practice?"

"Yeah, sadly." He said, immediatly gaining a sad expression on his face.

"Sadly?" I asked, arching an eyebrow and tilting my head slightly. "Why sadly?"

"Because I-" He never got to finsh because Mila had interrupted him.

"Can you two loverbirds hurry the fuck up? I have class to go to that requires the company of my best friend." She glared at Carlos, emphasizing the word "my". Carlos just rolled his eyes and kissed my cheek, "I'll see you later, yeah?" I nodded and took up my position next to Mila. 

"Someone's jealous," I giggled, and joined in.

"Jealous my ass. I just don't like him stealing you from me." She pouted slightly, causing me to giggle once again. 

"Since when did I belong to you?" I asked.

"Birth. Periodt." She even added the "t' at the end. God, Mila and her TikToks.

When arriving in class, we went to our seats, yet when I arrived to mine, some girl was sitting in it. She was wearing dark clothes from head to toe and a sleeve tattoo was visable from her right arm down. Her hair was a fadeed orange and layered, causing it to fall perfectly back into place when she played with it. Her eyes were brown, but looked slightly orange when in the light.  She was talking to one of her friends, but stopped when she noticed I was next to her. "Can I help you?" She asked, her voice as smooth as silk. Wait- what the hell? Why am I thinking like this? I have a boyfriend. 

"Um," I began, "You're in my seat." 

"Oh shit," she said and stood up, "Sorry. Here." She moved out of the way and allowed me to sit. "Have we met before?" She asked, her green eyes staring right into mine.

I blushed, yet I didn't know why. "I don't think so. I'm Olivia." I told her.

"Olivia." She repeated, stretching out the sound as if it were a foreign word, "I'm Zara, sorry for sitting in your seat." And with that she walked away, leaving me confused, blushing, and heart racing. 

Mila leaned over and tapped me on the shoulder, making me jump. "What. The. Actual. Fuck. Do you know who that is?" She asked me. When I shook my head, she looked even more surprised. "That's Zara O'Neil. Like- The Zara O'Neil. The school lesbian. She's never nice to anyone. But was nice to you."

"So? Maybe she just wants to try to be nice." I looked over my shoulder at her and saw that she was talking to the same friend from before.

"Are you crazy? She's like- the biggest bitch in this school." She glared at the female's direction before going onto her phone, obviously done with the conversation at hand. I began to stare at her, taking in her features. The structure of her body. Her broad shoulders, strong legs and arms. Her face structure. The curve of her nose and upper lip. The way her hair fell perfectly into place. I took in her tattoos. They were only on her right arm, and most people would think that they were mistakes. But when I looked at them, I can tell each and every ink mark had meaning. She's flawless.

She felt me staring and made eye contact with me, winking when the connection was made. My heart felt like it was going to jump out of my chest and I had gained a weird feeling in my stomach. My cheeks got hot and I immediatly broke the gaze. Why am I feeling like this? Of all times?

I was caught up in my thoughts when Camila had tapped me on the shoulder, again. Making me jump. Again. "Hey," She waved her hand infront of my face, "You good?" She smirked slightly.

"Huh? Oh..yeah. Why?" I tried playing dumb, knowing it wouldn't work. I was as red as a tomato, how do you hide that?

"Well, you're blushing like crazy the same moment you and Zara made eye contact." She laughed slightly. I smacked her on the arm and glanced slightly back at Zara before turning around and getting ready for the days lesson.

But no matter how hard I tried, my eyes went to her instead of the teacher.

This is going to be a long ass week.

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Not gonna lie....I don't really know how good this will be to people, but you know what? Fuck it. Yes I know I would write fanfictions, but I kinda gave up on my first one so...Im writing this now. Cuz Im gay and there isn't enough just gay girls stories in the world. Not including Wattpad, because this platform has SO FUCKING MANY AND I APPRICIATE THE AUTHORS.

Anyway, feel free to comment or vote or whatever readers do. Comment what you think (good or bad) and feedback and I'll make sure to include it.

GOOD LUCK WITH FINALS (for anyone else in high school)

-Author

PS: the picture of the girl is what Olivia looks like...