Addiction

11 || Party girl

"Good morning, sunshine!" Olivia enters my car, smiling widely.

"How can you look so flawless after such a hangover?" I ask annoyed. I am wearing low waisted baggy jeans, a white sweater and black Chanel sunglasses, to cover my tired eyes and the dark circles. On the other hand, Olivia is wearing white straight jeans, a sage green crop top and a white blazer. Her skin is flawless like she didn't sleep only three hours and her makeup is perfect. Not to mention her hair, when did she find the time to style it? I didn't even brush mine.

"I am a morning person when I want to." She lowers her sunglasses a little to look at me better. "I see." I mutter.

"Come on, let's gossip about last night." She hands me a coffee. And she found time to go grab two coffees too.

"Thank you and yeah, let's gossip." I start driving and she places her Chanel sunglasses on the bridge of her nose again.

"If we skip the hangover, we had a good time."

"Yes, if you also skip the part that you all left me go back with Miller. Then yes, we had a good time."

She laughs before she speaks again "Did you fuck him or not?" I almost spit my first sip of coffee and  I turn to give her a death glare lowering my sunglasses "Are you seriously asking me that?"

"Come on, Audrey, the sexual tension between you too is frustrating. I saw how you two both looked at each other when you were kissing Christian for three game, who by the way, is too hot and nice and you shouldn't have left him."

"Nonsense, nothing is going on and you know it very well."

"Yeah, that's why he carried you bridal style from the bedroom you were sleeping to his car, demanding silence when we followed him out so that you wouldn't wake up."

"Whatever. He was just doing Gracie a favor because she was worried about my mess."

"What happened when you left the party?"

"He went me to eat something and-"

"Like what?" She smirks.

"You are disgusting, and then we got back to campus, that's all."

"I see, whatever you say."

"It's actually annoying that you doubt me, you know that I would tell you if something was going on."

"Yeah, I know, that's why I keep asking you because it's weird."

"What's weird?"

"You keep telling me that you hate him and I believe you, that fact that he is a bitch helps, and I can see it that you are telling the truth, but when he is around, his presence makes you nervous and you look at each other in a way I cannot explain right now. Like you want each other but you don't know it yet and that's why you hate each other."

"If you smell something that's burning, it's probably my brain, take it easy because it's too early." I roll my eyes under my glasses.

"None of you two can see clearly. I get it that you dislike his personality but you don't hate each other. You are just so frustrated because you are too badly into each other and you are misinterpreting this frustration as hate. Better?" She grins.

"No, you are wrong. I am not frustrated, I genuinely hate him. He is rude, short tempered, annoying, completely ignorant about the fact that humans have emotions, he talks to me horribly with every chance and thinks he is better than everyone just because he doesn't talk much and has a high IQ. In other words, he is a snob prick with god complex and anger issues."

"You're probably right." She takes a sip from her coffee.

"Thank you." I smile victoriously.

"You are still attracted to him, though." She turns to look at me with a smug smile.