Olivia POV
Everyone is always whispering something about me. Whether it's about how I "cheated" on the last exam, or whether it's about my lack of experience with boys, they're always fucking whispering. Even now, whilst I'm writing notes down on my cow printed note pad (which is really fucking cute), there are people whispering.
Are they so stupid that they think I can't fucking hear them?!?
I'm trying to pay attention to the teacher, but do they care? Nope. They would rather gossip and spread rumours about me. How the fuck do any of these idiots get decent grades, they don't pay attention to anything unless it's a party invitation. I guess I can't really say much about that, since I'm never invited to parties. If they're so bothered about me not kissing anyone or being in a relationship with another human being, then maybe they should invite me to a fucking party. Ugh! These people give me a headache.
"Look at poor, lonely Olivia, being her usual sad self" a voice said, making the group of girls that surrounded her burst into a fit of giggles.
Of course, I knew which girl had said that. It was the same girl that insisted on tormenting me throughout my high school, middle school and elementary school years. And I was so glad to be a junior, it meant I was one year away from saying goodbye to this fake ass bitch. Of course, I would have preferred to be a senior, but I would need a time machine for that.
Anyway, let me introduce Mia Miller. Her name is an alliteration and I hate it. So I just call her Miller to piss her off. It's actually quite amusing when her face is scrunched up and her eyebrows find themselves sinking to her nose. She was never good at glaring at people. But she was an expert at death stares.
I rolled my eyes at the giggling girls and Mia, being her usual charming self, took it upon herself to annoy me even further, so she took the seat next to me.
I physically, and mentally, rolled my eyes.
"What do you want Miller?" I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose to keep my anger at a minimum.
"Nothing much. Just wanted to see how you were doing. I also wanted to know how your girlfriend was, we all know you secretly have one", Mia smirked at me, acting as if she'd hit the jackpot.
That was another thing that people would whisper about. My "girlfriend". I'm not opposed to being gay, hell, maybe it would be easier if I were. But I'm not exactly straight either. In fact, I haven't felt any sort of attraction to anybody. Whether that person is male, female, non binary, gender fluid or anything else.
But because I hadn't kissed a boy, I was specifically labeled as a "lesbian".
"Yeah, my girlfriend is great. She loves being non existent." I said, sarcasm dripping from every word.
Mia just gave me her signature death glare and then she flipped her brown hair and middle finger before storming off back to her group of friends. If there was one thing Mia couldn't stand, it was sarcasm.
And as if on cue, the bell rang. And I quickly gathered my stuff and headed for the door. It was lunch time, and nobody was getting between me and my food, or so I thought.
But the minute I stepped out the door, another person had crashed into me, sending me tumbling to the floor.
"Hey! What's your problem?!?" I shouted at the person, who was frantically picking up his books.
"I.. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to. I think I was either pushed or I tripped. I'm pretty sure I was pushed because that's all people ever do, ya know. They just push me around" the boy let out a dry, awkward, chuckle before continuing, "but yeah, I really didn't mean to. I'm just gonna get going. I'm sorry. I'm really sorry. Um, bye".
The bastard didn't even help me up. Prick.
And even as I was standing up, whispers followed, but this time they weren't directed at me.
"That boy is a fag right?" one guy said to his friend.
"I don't know. Apparently he is, but I only heard that he hasn't kissed a single girl. So he must be right?" the friend replied.
Hearing that short conversation was enough to bring an idea into my head. A terrible, brilliant idea. All I had to do was find the boy and tell him this fantastic idea that was bound to fail.
I'm sure lunch can wait a little while longer.
Maybe.
Alright fine. I'll get lunch first and then chase the boy.
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60 days of learning love ✔️
Romantizm(LGBTQ+) How hard could it be to fall in love in 60 days? Noah and Olivia didn't know what was going to happen, all they knew was that they had agreed to a challenge that would prove to the entire school that they weren't gay. They didn't even know...
