All or Nothing

1 | Pretty Boy

Olivia's Point of View

"Liv! Turn that fucking alarm off!" my older brother, Hudson, yells out to me followed by a few loud bangs on the wall. I groan, turning to press the snooze button on my phone but instead I accidentally knock it off the side table. I fumble with the charger cord, hoping that if I lift the cord the phone will come with it, but of course with my luck the cord falls out of the charging port. Hudson hits the wall twice more in frustration.

"I'm trying!" I yell out, slowly getting out of bed and turning it off.

I sit on the end of my bed, slowly waking myself up, preparing myself for the day ahead of me. The first day of junior year, the year that most people say is one of the most stressful, preparing for senior, figuring out what to do with your life. Soft rays of sunlight peak through the curtains of the window beside my bed, leaving slight shadows on the end of my bedsheets. I lean forward, pulling the curtains back so I can look out at the view. Living up on a hill means the views of the town are incredible, on a clear day you can see the beach, the waves crashing, the sun rising over the water. It's stunning, and sometimes looking out at the view is the only thing that keeps me sane. 

 I shake the thoughts to the back of my mind as I walk into my wardrobe, taking a pair of light wash denim shorts, a black cropped tank top and a brown flannel over top to pass dress code. I pair the outfit with some black and white converse then move to the bathroom to do my hair and makeup.

I straighten my usual dirty blonde waves and put a soft curl in the ends to make it still look natural but without the frizz from brushing it out. I apply a light layer of foundation, a little bronzer and mascara, along with some clear lip gloss to bring together a fairly natural, easy going look.

"You ready to go?" I jump at the sound of Hudson's voice coming from my bedroom door. I turn to face him, nodding slowly as I finish packing my books into my bag, flinging it over my shoulder as I follow my brother downstairs and to his truck.

I slide into the passenger seat, hooking my music up and letting it play softly in the background as we drive. I hum to the music softly, staring out the window as we pull into a random parking lot.

I look over at Hudson, my eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "What are we doing here?"

"Chase," he says simply, shrugging his shoulders as if he knew exactly what my next question would be. What the hell is Chase Morgan doing in a random carpark on the edge of town at 7am? 

Chase Morgan. Hudson's best friend and my worst enemy. Okay that's a little exaggeration but we've never really gotten along. Him and Hudson have been friends since they were in third grade, Chase rarely leaves our house and when he does we always find him in random places. 

I've never really thought much of it, or even questioned why he's never at his own place. Come to think of it, I've never even met his parents. I really know nothing about the guy, apart from the fact that he's an arrogant jerk and that he somehow "accidentally" set the old science block on fire in his freshman year. 

He's the guy that all the girls want to be with. He's got a bad reputation and that charm that lures girls in at the drop of a hat. It's honestly quite frustrating. He's annoying and will flirt with basically anything that can breathe. Apparently I'm the only girl at North Shore who doesn't put up with his shit.  

My door swings open, revealing Chase's messy, chocolate brown hair, muscular build and annoyingly stunning caramel - almost gold - eyes. He's got a few scratches on his cheeks, a slight bruise forming at the top of his forehead. 

"Don't be so quick to move to the back Grey. I'll just wait here all day will I?" he looks at me, his hand gesturing to the backseat. His voice deep and husky, like it always is. 

I scoff, letting out a slight laugh as I make eye contact with him. "I'm not moving, you get in the back." 

"No way. Hudson come on bro tell her," he chuckles, looking over at Hudson who is shaking his head as a way to say he's staying out of it. 

Hudson's always stayed out of mine and Chase's bickering, he makes us fight it out. The only time he'll ever step in is if it gets violent. And trust me, it does way more often than I'd like to admit. 

"Come on pretty boy, get in the back or we're going to be late," I smirk, calling him pretty boy purely just to piss him off. He death stares me, rolling his eyes as he deliberately climbs on top of me and throws himself into the backseat. "You know there's a perfectly working door to that seat right? One that's not mine." 

"Yeah I do princess, but that wouldn't be as fun now would it?" He winks at me, clicking his tongue as he does. 

"You're an asshole." 

Hudson chuckles at our arguing as he backs out of the parking lot and continues the drive to school. We pull into the parking lot and all the emotions of being back at school hit me in an instant. The wave of anxiety I always feel whenever we pull into the parking lot come over me, causing my chest to tighten and my stomach to turn. 

Okay you got this Liv. I take a deep breath as I reach to open my door, the door swinging open before I can grab it. I turn my head to see Chase, standing at my door, a cocky smirk plastered on his face.

I push past him, walking towards the front of the school. He follows quick behind me, Hudson only a few feet behind us. "Come on Grey, why so moody this morning?" he chuckles as he kicks the back of my ankles, making my steps fumble.

I turn to look at him, my eyes full of annoyance. "I don't know, maybe because I had to see you," I remark, rolling my eyes at him as I sigh, waiting for Hudson to catch up to us.

The three of us walk in together, Chase standing between Hudson and I. I sense the stares, like I do every time I walk into school with the two boys. They've always been popular, since way before high school. There's always rumours going around about Chase and I, none of which are true. Girls tend to hate me because I'm always with them. In reality, Hudson and I have been close since we were little and we've always had the same friend group seeing as we're only a year apart. Chase, well he doesn't count. He's Chase. 

I look around at everyone staring at me, like they always do. I take a few deep breaths trying to relieve the anxiety from having everyone's eyes on me. Chase looks over at me, slinging his arm around my shoulders as we walk, I'm quick to remove his arm, scolding him as I do. He chuckles, shaking his head at me as I death stare him, separating myself from the two boys as I make my way to my locker.

I let out the breath I didn't even realise I was holding in, taking a few seconds to put on the fake act I do everyday I'm at school. The version of myself I let other people see, the version that's always happy and does whatever is right for other people, rather than what's right for myself.

My best friend Alyssa scares me half to death as she comes up beside me, snapping me out of my own thoughts. "Hey, you all good? You look overwhelmed," she says, offering a sympathetic smile.

"Yeah, there's just a lot. I guess I forgot what it's like being here over the summer," I admit, packing my books into my locker.

"We've got this. Just two more years of this hell hole and everyday is like summer. No more stupid bitches with superiority complexes to deal with, no more sleazy guys trying to hit on us in class. Just got to get through two more years. Hey, you might even get rid of that annoying asshole your brother calls his best friend."

"Trust me I've been trying to get rid of Chase for years, I don't think he's going anywhere... unfortunately," I laugh sarcastically, pushing my locker shut and walking with Alyssa to our first period Math class. 

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