Mistakes

Chapter One

Tick, Tock, Tick, Tock.

12:28 the clock read. I've been tapping my pencil, dozed off for so long. Time in school travels differently than time outside of school, something makes it stretch out. But then again, time goes by fast when you're having fun.

"Olivia" my teacher said. "Would you like to share your response".

Shit. I barely did anything.

"Uh." "Can you repeat the question please"?

The class giggles. I hate this school.

"Sure, but this time try to pay attention" she says condescendingly. " What traits make a good therapist"?

I roll my eyes. Right. I was in therapy training I totally forgot.

"To be a good therapist, you need to have great listening skills, a love for helping others, and be easygoing and a trustworthy person to talk to. If you're not all of these things, the patient won't feel comfortable confiding in you" I say.

"Great answer, Olivia" she responds. "Does anyone want to build on what she says"?

Hands shoot up in the air and a group conversation is started. I kinda feel proud knowing I started it. I doze off for the rest of the discussion until she put us into groups.

Damn it. Now I have to socialize.

She divides us into 5 groups of 4. Im stuck with a boy who's glasses are far too big for his head, a girl who's whole life is in her phone, and a boy who looked like he hated talking.

Ugh. Leave it to me the get grouped with the weirdos. Ew.

I sit down next to the boy who barely spoke and waited for instructions. " This will be your seating arrangements for when we meet on Thursday. You may sit here and have free time until the class ends in" she looks at the lustrous Dior watch on her wrist,"10 minutes".

Hmm. Free time. How bad can that be?

I take out my phone and began scrolling through my explore page on Instagram. I leave Instagram and start scrolling through Pinterest. I love that app so much, it gives me so many ideas and makes me excited. I was about to make a new board when I hear a voice next to me.

"Hi" he said. And by he I mean the moron next to me who doesn't speak.

"Hey" I respond.

" I would ask for your name but I already know it. My name is Jayden" he said.

Huh. Another J name. Better be careful with this one.

"That's a cute name" I reply, not knowing what to say.

" We should be mutuals on Insta".

"Uhm, sure" I say, and give him my Instagram username. He follows me and I follow him back, looking at his page. 10,000 followers? So much for unknown. He does the same thing , looking at my page. Liking all my photos and leaving heart eyes under my post. I blush a little bit, the attention was cute.

"You're beautiful" he says.

"Thank you" I respond, this time my cheeks fully flooding with red.

You know, I never looked before but Jayden is actually really cute. He's about 6'2, with brown dreads that fit his light brown-skin perfectly. And I know what you're saying right now. He sounds like a player. I know, I know. But he seems nice and I'd be down to be just friends with him.

We talk for the rest of the time, like we've known each other for years. I loved friendships like that. Where you skipped the awkward stage and jumped right in. I always thought that meant a deeper connections.

Soon, the bell rang. I was a little discouraged to have to separate from my new friend. I pick up my things, and head to class. "Wait" he says, putting his soft, warm hands on my shoulders. "Let me walk you to class"?

"It's okay, you don't have too".
"I insist" he chuckled. "I want to escort this beautiful girl to class".

Butterflies flutter in my stomach. I was flattered. Everything about him seemed so... Mesmerizing. His brown locs. His honey brown eyes. His full, soft lips that looked perfect for kissing. His manly smelling cologne. I've been thinking to long, I have to get out of my head.

"Well then how could I resist" I joke along?

He takes my things from my hand and we stroll to my next class. I feel safe around him. What am I even talking about? I've known the guy for fifteen minutes. And I've practically been drooling over him the entire time.

We finally reach my next class and we separate. I walk to my seat, sitting down, fantasizing about him. God, he seemed so perfect. I put my head down and made scenarios to aid my fantasies, they weren't all pure though. I dreamt them up one by one, until I eventually fell asleep...

"OLIVIA" Mr. Tanner shouts!

Oh my god. I slept through the rest of the day. The rest of the class was empty, it was just me in the lions den. Fuck.

"I am so, so sorry Mr. Tanner. It's just that I've been having a really bad week and I didn't get much sleep last night" I lied.

"Well, I'd normally give you detention, but I'll let you off with a warning this time. The next time you happen to fall asleep in my class I won't be so nice" he said.

"Of course. Uh, have a good night" I say while scurrying out the classroom.

Phew. That could have been sooo much worse. But, I finally get to go home now! I can't wait to go sleeep in my nice comfy bed.

Since you don't know much about my appearance I'll describe it to you! Im mixed, with a black mom and white dad. I have the absolute best parents in the world. My dad owns a huge company and my mom works as a biologist. I looked exactly like my mom. Light skinned, tall and slim thick, with brown eyes and full curly hair. I dyed my hair red which gave me my personality in a way. I also have a distinctive scar above my eyebrow , but my hair covers it up.

Now I wouldn't say I'm spoiled, because my parents taught me to be humble because I know not everyone has my privileges. But living in a nice big house in Georgia wasn't the worst thing in the world. And I mean we live in the suburbs so most people around us were financially privileged. But anyways, back to our story.

I go to my locker and grab my coat. I look out the window, it was snowing. Snow has to be on the list of my top 10 things I love. Steady snow makes everything seem so beautiful, magical, and peaceful. I walked out the building, sticking my tongue out in the air to taste the pure snow in the air. I feel like a child again. I take out my phone to check when the tram would be arriving. 7 minutes. Well, okay I guess I'll wait inside the station, seeing as it was almost freezing outside. I grab a warm vanilla mocha from the near coffee shop and hop on the tram. I loved nights like these. Knowing you're safe, alone with your thoughts on a beautiful night. The ride is only about 15 minutes so I listen to music on the way to my stop. The tram rides along the rails, until i finally get to my stop. I get up to get off.

"Thank you" I say to the driver while hopping off!

"No problem, my love" she replies. Old black people are so sweet. The tram doesn't stop exactly at my house so I have to walk for about 5 minutes. I don't mind the walk, I love seeing the big houses decorated for Christmas. I get to my house and walk up the pathway and unlock my door. I walk inside and shake my boots to get off the excess snow.

"Hi Mom" I call out!

" Hi baby, I'm on a call right now so give me a second" she says. I give her a nod and head upstairs to my room. I assume Dad is working late tonight. I take off my clothes and drop onto my bed, longing for the feel of it's soft and silky fabric. I sigh and have a much needed stretch, but before I could finish.

Ping! My phone buzzes. And you'd never guess who it was.