Because I Thought I Hated You

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Olivia didn't care much for anyone's life. But she couldn't help being observant at times. It was interesting to see how people reacted or did what they did. Olivia was smart, Nora says clever, which is the same thing but apparently it was a fancier way to say it.

Anyhow, Olivia was smart when it came to school, and life, but when it came to people, it was a bubble full of confusion. Because if she was smart when it came to humans, she'll have the answers behind Nolan's dumbassaries in the past. The one thing she tries so hard to block out, but every time she sees his face the memory resurfaced. Kind of hard to run from if you didn't know when he'll appear.

"Today we'll write..." Olivia zoned out from her English teacher's lesson explanation as she felt the buzz of her phone in her jean pocket. She grabbed it and clicked it on. On the screen was a text message from an unknown number.

I don't think we should see each other anymore, not that we were ever an item, but you get the message, have a good life.

She looked at it in confusion, last time she knew, she wasn't even talking to anyone. Was this some sort of prank? She read it again, and two times after that. Who leaves things off like this? This is such an asshole move.

She opened the message and decided to respond.

First of all, wrong number, and secondly, way to end things. You did poorly, by the way, if I were the girl behind this said message, I'd walk over to you and slap you.

She closed her phone and put her attention back on the teacher who was now by the dry-erase board demonstrating how he wanted them to write a poem about their name. Her phone buzzed four minutes into the lesson when the teacher told them to begin writing their poem.

Oh yeah? For your information, it wasn't serious.

She rolled her eyes and shook her head, before she wrote back, she made sure the teacher wasn't looking her way and then proceeded.

If it wasn't serious, why couldn't you do it face to face?

She grabbed her pencil and began to write a small poem about her name. The memory of her mom telling her how she got her name came to mind as she wrote it. She was initially going to be named Hailey, but her dad decided that Olivia sounded better, only because his brother's name was Oliver and he was planning on naming his son—if he got one—after him and it was the closest name to Oliver he could come up with.

Her phone buzzed once again, she looked at the teacher before she looked at the message.

This was better than seeing her cry. I don't like seeing people cry, I wouldn't know what to do.

She decided that was a reasonable response. She felt the same about people crying. All she could ever do was stand there feeling uncomfortable or bad that she wasn't doing anything.

All right, that's understandable, but next time make sure you pay mind to whom you're texting.

Before she could put her phone down, a message appeared on her screen.

I didn't say sorry, did I?

No, you didn't.

I'm sorry. I have a quick question.

She finished her poem before the period ended and then went back on her phone.

Go on.

Is this a female, or male?

Female, why does that matter?

Aren't you curious? Obviously, I'm a male, but aren't you curious about who's on the other side of your screen?

The bell rang through the room, Olivia quickly grabbed her notebook and poem and made her way up to her teacher's desk. She put it on his desk and left the room. Before she can respond, she stepped aside to let others walk down the hall.

Not really.

She looked up as she puts her phone back in her pocket and caught Nolan staring at her. She gave him a flat expression and walked to her next class with one single thought in mind What the fuck is he staring at?