𝑮𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝑮𝒊𝒓𝒍𝒔 𝑮𝒐 𝑩𝒂𝒅

eleven

"Why're you staring at that retarded drug dealer?" Jayson whispered in Olivia's ear. He trailed his fingers up and down her arms, giving her a nervous feeling. She knew he was drunk. You could smell the alcohol on his breath from a mile away.

"Shut up." She told him. He took his arms off of her and put them on her shoulders, surprised at her change of tone.

"Woah. Calm down baby. Daddy's got you." Jayson told her. He started to get a little too touchy for Olivia's liking. His right hand went under her skirt, about to touch a little too close to her Jayson free zone before she shoved him off of her.

"All you want his sex." She mumbled as she walked away. She was a little drunk herself, but not as drunk as he was. Because of that, his temper was amplified. So, when he let out a loud "fuck" and Olivia heard him slam on the wall, she wasn't surprised.

Liv made her way up to her bedroom, wanting an escape from the craziness downstairs. She knew she had to control her own anger before she saw Jayson again. She was so mad and frustrated he called Fezco a "retarded drug dealer". She grew a hatred for him over it.

Just as she was about to call Fezco so she could see him, he walked into her room.

"You good?" Fez asked when he walked in. He turned around to shut the door behind him, but by the time he turned back to look at Olivia she threw her arms around his neck and hugged him.

"I don't know how much longer I can keep doing this." She told him. They buried their face into each other's necks. She closed her eyes, but he kept his opens. Fez knew she had been drinking.

"What do you mean?" He asked, pulling away from her. He didn't want to stop hugging her or anything, but he was worried.

"Jayson. He is just such a fucking dick." Olivia said, pronouncing every word as if she was completely sober. Fez nodded, understanding.

"I keep telling you the same shit and you don't listen. Break up with him." He said. He walked over to her bed, sitting down on the edge of it. She stood by the door, arms crossed and hip out.

"You should cover up." Fez said. He stood up and started taking off his jacket. He then held it up for her to put it on, but she looked at him questionably.

"Why? Don't you like it?" She asked, looking down at her outfit. It was a small skirt and basically a bra. He didn't approve, but he wasn't going to be that guy who tried to control what she wore or what she did. He trusted her not to do anything dumb, but he didn't trust the other guys.

Plus, he did like her outfit.

"Yea. But if you get anymore drunk you might spill beer on it." He lied, just trying to get her to throw some proper clothes on. He looked her up and down one last time before walking closer to her and pulling her arms through the jacket's sleeves. She happily did, believing Fezco truly had the intention of keeping her outfit clean.

When she turned back around, Fezco adjusted the front of it so it would fit her a little bit better, even though it just looked like and oversized jacket on her. Their faces were super close, and the way she was staring up at him made Fez feel some type of way.

"When we gonna talk about this thing between us?" He asked, staring at her. He moved a piece of her hair behind her ear, and she grabbed his hand and pulled it back down.

"What do you mean?" Liv asked, playing dumb. They held each other's hands at their sides.

"Don't do that. You know exactly what I mean." Fezco told her. She looked down at the ground, not wanting to say anything.

Liv was never a confrontational person. She was a leader, and people came to her with her problems, but she didn't like confrontations. Especially when it came to Fez.

"I love this song." She said, hearing the music downstairs. Fezco knew she was trying to get out of the conversation since she didn't smile.

She kept his hand in hers and pulled him downstairs, back to where the party was. Eventually, they lost each other in the crowd of people.

Like I said before, me and Olivia never actually hung out with each other unless she was drunk and I was high, which was always at a party. I don't know how much time went by. All I knew was a little while later, she could barely stand and I could barely keep my eyes open.

"Where's Jayson?" Olivia asked, Jayson holding her in her arms so she didn't fall over. Fezco was watching at a distance, making sure she was okay with him.

"Babe, this is the third time I'm telling you I'm right here." He said, rolling his eyes. He was drunk, but now not as drunk as her.

She wasn't looking for him because she wanted to see her boyfriend. She was looking for him so she could know where he was and how to avoid him. Even though she was as drunk as she was, she still would avoid try her best to stay away.

"I want to go to bed." Liv said, although it sounded more like a plea. He looked away from her for a second and saw a couple of his friends staring at Olivia admiringly. He wanted to show off and act like he could get in her pants whenever he wanted.

"Only if I can join you." Jay joked, burying his face in her neck. Fezco was about to walk up to them before Liv took control of the situation.

This next part's kind of important.

Listen..Olivia is nice, kind, beautiful, everything girls want to be.

She shoved Jayson off of her and grabbed a random drink off of the table, pouring it onto him. A small circle formed around them, everyone gasping.

But she wasn't always a badass. So, when she did that, it just made people love her more.

"You're psycho! Like, some fucking sex addict, or something." Olivia yelled, suddenly gaining the strength to stand by herself. People started to chant her name around them, Jayson looking down at his soaking wet clothes.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" He asked her. For the second time, Fez was going to walk up to them. He wasn't going to sit there and just have someone talk to her like that.

"I'm done." Liv muttered.

She didn't know if she was talking to Jayson or herself, but she did know that tonight was the breaking point with her and his relationship. After she sat there and listened to Jayson call Fezco a retard, she couldn't stand him any longer.

"We're supposed to love each other." Jayson said, grabbing her arm roughly. She took it away just as hard, and he looked around at all the people that were watching them. He wasn't hurt, he was angry and embarrassed.

"I don't love you, Jay. I'm not sure I even like you." Liv said, inching closer to his face and letting out a small laugh.

After a second of staring into her eyes with frustration and anger, Jayson stormed away. Olivia turned and saw all of the people that were watching, recording her and smiling. They were so proud and admiring, it made her sick to her stomach. They were genuinely obsessed.

"Jackson! Jackson! Jackson!" People yelled, chanting her name again. Extremely intoxicated, Liv let go and started to give into it.

"I'm single, bitches!" She yelled. The crowd cheered with her and people started pouring her random shots.

The alcohol definitely played a major role in that decision.