Honey, I Dare You!

I.

Hi, the name's Olivia and Olivia ONLY. I hate my full hyphenated name. My parents are the only people who address me that way. In my brothers' case, my name is Levy; They had a hard time pronouncing Olivia when they were younger.

I would describe my life, or my social life to be specific, as a disgusting entree with a spoiled dessert. Let me explain; I wouldn't say that I'm a loner, because I have a few friends, precisely three.

First, there's Ava Walsh. Ava and I have been friends ever since Junior High. Even though now she's been accepted by the preps, she still talks to me on a very certain occasion–when the other preps are not around. Ava used to be the sweetest, most beautiful person ever. She still is, under all of that fakeness. I wonder if she misses her old self like I do.

Next, there's Teagan Sharp. Teagan and I go way back, to pre-k. We're difficult to separate. We're a bond that's never going to bust. She's not even my friend, she's more like the sister I've always wanted. The only times we are ever separated is when I'm at a dancing event or she's at an athletic event. Even then we will be in the crowd supporting one another. Teagan is a selfless person, always putting everyone deserving before herself. She's truly an amazing person. Just don't get on her bad side or she'll sass you all the way back to your mother's womb.

Lastly, there's Gale McGovern. Where do I even begin to describe him? Gale? He's the Jock. The one of two preps that I can actually stand. The extremely smart guy. The guy who announced he was gay in front the whole student body, sophomore year. Yeah, that's Gale. You'd think he'd get bullied, teased and rejected, but Gale isn't a person you can just reject. Gay or straight, Gale is at the top of the totem pole.

Enough about my friends, back to me now. I'm a dancer at All-Star Studios. There are three levels at All-Star such as the following: All-Star Beginners, All-Star Gold, and All-Star Platinum. I'm the captain at All-Star Gold, so I guess I'm pretty good. Besides dance, school is my main focus. I currently take 3 AP classes and the rest honors. I stress my education.

My life at home is pretty decent as well. Since my mom is the lead investigator in criminal justice and my dad is an early retired Major General Marine (now a professional trainer for injured athletes and soldiers), money is the last thing my family has to worry about. We are very appreciative. We volunteer at homeless shelters at least twice a month. We have a huge house. Five bedrooms, 4 bathrooms, a game room, family room, home theater, indoor pool/outdoor pool, a multi-sports field(for my brothers, who are uprising athletes), and a dance studio for me. The Santa Monica Beach is our backyard. So it's big, yeah?

Lets take a minute to rewind. Before, I said I'd describe my life as a "disgusting-entree". Let me explain.

All my life, I've been called ugly. Even if I'm not, being called ugly constantly, I will begin to believe it. Wouldn't you? I usually kept to myself. That is, until my sophomore year swung around. I was walking to my Maths class, alone, like I normally do, when a gorgeous guy walks towards me. It was sort of like a daydream. His smile lit the dim hallways. Every step he took deprived me from my precious oxygen. I'm not completely sure why he stood out this day. I see him everyday. Aiden is a demigod of beauty, with his dirty blonde hair, strong jaw line, and perfectly sculptured body.

"Hey-Olivia, right?" his angelic voice interrupted my thoughts.

"Uh, yeah. That's right." My throat is suddenly dry.

"Cool, my name is Aiden . . ."

Aiden asked me to be his tutor. Of course, I happily obliged. I met Aiden at his place a couple of days after his tutor proposal. When he greeted me at the door, he was shirtless wearing only sweatpants and boy was that a mistake, I couldn't bring myself to focus.

"Olivia." he stepped aside, letting me in.

"Aiden." I spoke, walking pass him.

I took a seat at one end of the longest black leather couch, Aiden at the other end.

"Okay, where do you want to start?" I asked.

Aiden rose to his feet and sat next to me.

"How about we set this book aside, and we start here?" he pointed to the top button of my  mint green blouse. His question seemed to be more of a demand.

"Um, how about we do what we intended to do in the first place? Learn." my voice came out shakier than I expected.

"Come on, Olivia. You and I both know I didn't invite you over here for a study session. Since when did I even begin to care for my grades?" he snickered.

Now sitting centimeters apart, my heart was beating like a sledge hammer. When his nose grazed mine, my breath hitched. He then placed one of his large hands on my thigh and I flinched.

"You don't have to be afraid, Olivia." he soothed.

" I should go." I said, not as confident as I wanted.

"You should stay." he said, tightening his grip on my thigh.

So I'm going to pause right here. I'm not going to go into complete detail to explain what happened. Long story short, he took control of me-he raped me. Some people may believe it's not considered rape if the people involved are the same age, but the actual definition of rape is and I quote, "Unlawful sexual intercourse or any other sexual penetration with or without force, without the consent of the victim." Not once in that definition was age mentioned.

After he committed his quite mortifying task, he allowed me to leave. As I escaped from his distasteful embrace, he laughed such a sinister laugh that I can never get rid of even if I tried. I fell into my car, keys trembled in my shaking hands. Tempting to throw my anxiety out of the window, I managed to start my car. My foot abused the gas pedal.

Some of you may be wondering why I didn't report Aiden for raping me. Well, I didn't because who would believe a nerd who wouldn't dare to even make eye contact with anyone above her social status, over a hot jock who can have any girl who'd love to "please" him?

This particular event is the reason I do not speak to anyone other than my teachers, my boss, my close friends, and my family. He is the reason I do not trust guys and why I have trust issues anyway. Aiden is the reason for my damn anxiety.