The next week, I knew seeing Andy would turn out like what happens when you paint your nails with your non-writing hand.
Not well.
I walked up to the front of the school, only to be stopped by a large hand.
"Andy told me what you did! You bitch!" One hand was cupped around my neck and the other made contact with my cheek.
I looked up to see Jess giving me this look of pure hatred towards another person.
"I-I did what?" My voice was strained. I was being held up against a wall.
"Oh don't act so innocent! You know what you did on Frday and I won't take your fake little, What did I do?, act. So leave Andy and I alone before you get hurt." Jess let go of my neck and walked into the school.
I stood there, trying to regain my breath.
While standing outside the school, I heard everyone laughing. I ran in to see what was happening.
"Spin the nerd! Spin the nerd!" People were chanting. There was a circle of people, I made my way to the front, only to become surprised at what I saw.
A kid was in the middle of the circle, being pushed around and looked like he was bleeding.
"Spin the new girl! Spin her, too!" I heard a guy say. I looked across from me to see Andy with his arm around Jess, both of them laughing at me. Someone from behind me pushed me and my books fell out of my arms. I was soon being pushed around.
Some people made contact with my face, which made me start bleeding.
The other guy tried to look at me, but we were moving to fast.
"HEY! GET TO CLASS!" All the students stopped what they were doing and saw that a teacher was standing behind them.
All the students scattered, tripping and falling in the process.
He saw us on the floor.
"You two. Uhm.... go to a nurse." The teacher walked away and turned the corner.
I looked at the guy. He had black hair and I couldn't see his face because he was crying, knees to chest, face buried.
I started crying too.
Not because I was bleeding.
Or aching.
But because I was shocked.
Is this why I never trusted anyone?
Because stuff like this happens?
"Name." I heard the guy mumble, distracting me from my thoughts.
"Olivia." I said back. His head shot up and his eyes lit.
"Y-y-your Olivia?" He scooted closer.
I wiped my tears as did he.
"Before you make fun of me or something-"
"I wouldn't."
"Oh. Can I say something really quick?"
"Sure."
"You look vaguely familiar. I'm certain I've seen you before."
"Same here."
"So what's your name?"
"Oh, I'm Zayn."
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It had been a week (almost) since I met Zayn. We had started doing everything together.
From eating the same foods, hanging out, meeting each others families.
Except when he was with Jess.
Zayn was my new.....best friend.
He knew Jess was cheating, but frankly he didn't care.
He was really sensitive, but could also be tough.
He was the best artist I had ever met and even drew a portrait of me.
Zayn was.....perfect.
We were meeting for lunch today at some chicken restaurant.
I had to look great for him.
Not that I like him or anything.
It took me and hour to do my make up. I had a really nice, colorful look.
I admit it, it was for him.
I got out of the cab I was riding in and paid the cabby. I grabbed my wristlet and phone and saw that the restaurant was nothing
"Nandos", the sign above the restaurant read. It also had a little picture of a chicken. I walked up to the doors and took a deep breath.
I walked in to find that perfect stare glancing my way.
He smiled widely and signaled me to join him.
I walked quickly over to the booth.
Right before I sat down, a figure slid in before me.
"Oh, what are you doing here?" I heard that familiar perky voice say.
"Jess? What the hell are you doing here?"I crossed my army over my chest.
"Just on a date with MY boyfriend. Move along." She shooed me away before turning towards Zayn and sparking up a conversation.
"I-" I started to say.
"Shoo you idiot American." She leaned down and spit on my shoes.
"That's what I do to knockoffs." Jess cackled.
I ran outside the restaurant, that cold air smacking onto my cheeks. It stung when you mixed it with the hot tears that started to flow. I saw a bench next to the restaurant and sat down.
I sat criss cross and buried my face in my hands.
I knew that my makeup had smeared but that was the last thing on my mind. I heard the restaurant's door chime and I didn't look up.
"Olivia?" I heard Zayn's soft voice drawl out my name.
I looked up and saw him frowning at me.
"Get the fuck away from me. Never speak to me again. You or Andy or Jess or anyone. Your all fucking losers who hurt people. So leave. Me. The. Fuck. Alone." I got up from the bench and started to back away.
I turned around and started to walk towards my building.
I heard the footsteps of someone behind me.
I looked behind to see Zayn.
He grabbed my wrist and yanked me towards him.
"Jess wasn't supposed to come. Once you left she went back to sitting somewhere and I saw her with Andy . She just did that to burst your bubble. Trust me. I would never hurt you like that." He scooted his hand from my wrist and intertwined our fingers. He kissed my cheek and lead me towards the restaurant.
I was defiantly doing this for him.
OLIVIA'S STATE OF MIND:
IN!:
Bullies
Black Hair
Artists
OUT!:
Being nice
Blond Hair
Cheaters
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A/N
HELLOLOLOLOLO
Sooo uhm uhm
Olivia's date outfit:
Hair:
Fishtail braihd (meant to spell that way)
Make up:
Turquoise eyesahadow, black liquid eyelinerd, founDAYUMtion, concealer, pink MATTE lipstick, beige blush, das all.
Top:
Turquoise Peplum top
Bottom:
Black skinny jeans
Shoes:
Turquoise sparkly Christian-Louboutin's
Accessories:
Turquoise chandelier earrings, black sparkle bangles, black teardrop necklace.
das it.