Fated to Break | ✓

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Olivia

"This is a stupid idea," I spin on my heels, Maria yanking my arm back towards the house.

"It's a pool party, Olivia. There was always going to be a lot of people walking around half naked. Plus you look hot," She giggles, pulling me towards the house.

"But I didn't even ask Lucas if he was coming. And people act weird around me like they aren't allowed to talk to me or something," I groan, linking my arm in Maria's as we walk through the front door.

"You don't need his permission to come to a party. Fuck Lucas," Maria yells, some drunk girls whooping from the living room. The party only started an hour ago, how are they already tipping over and dizzy?

I smack her arm, "Shh! What if he's here?"

"All the more reason to yell it on the top of our lungs," She wiggles her brows as we stop at the kitchen. "You want anything? They got mixed drinks, white claws, wine? I think they have margaritas out by the pool," She grabs a lime white claw, popping it open and looking to me for my answer.

I pull at my black cover up, my new bikini I just bought a couple ours ago hidden beneath it. "Margarita sounds good," I nod, walking to the sliding glass door leading to the backyard.

"No one's even swimming, they're just making out," I groan, Maria walking up behind me, laughing once she sees.

"This is a college pool party, you've been to one before so why're you surprised?"

"Not surprised, just expected more. My fault."

"I would play mermaids with you but I just dyed my hair last week and the pool water would fuck it up," Maria bites her lip, her face showing she genuinely feels bad.

"I'll just find someone else to play mermaids with, since you're lame," I narrow my eyes, opening the door, the warm summer night air prickling my skin.

Maria heads straight for the bar and I follow her, my eyes watching the blue water, glow-sticks lighting up the bottom of the pool. Wonder who's idea that was.

As Maria asks the man behind the bar for my favorite flavor of margarita, I search the crowd. I don't recognize most of the people here but a couple faces catch my eye. He's in my Advanced Writing class, we've never talked. She's in one of my classes, I can't remember which one. God, I'm such a bitch.

As I work my way through the many faces in the crowd a specific face wanders into my mind. So I look up. To a specific window on the second floor. The light is off, the curtains are drawn. A twinge of disappointment springs forward so I look away fast.

"Here you go, my fair lady," Maria says in a exaggerated British accent, handing me a pink martini glass.

I sip it, "Mmm, we need to come to Bronson's parties more often."

"Agreed," Maria takes a gulp of her drink, immediately spitting it out, "Aiden is here!"

Aiden? Who—ohhh. "Your nerdy boy toy," I clarify, Maria nodding, her eyes locked on him across the pool.

"Go," I say, Maria looking to me, worry lacing her expression. "Go! I'm serious. I'll be fine. I'll just find someone I know or get drunk. Maybe both."