Honey, I Dare You!

IV.

"Olivia!" I hear Teagan scream as she runs toward me. I just got to my locker, so either she was waiting for me to get here or she has perfect timing.

"Yes?" I ask, slowly closing my locker and looking at her with much concern. I was worried for, noticing her sweaty face and her quick breathing pace, but I calm down when I realize she's smiling. "Spit it out!"

"I got us VIP Admission Passes for Coachella this summer!" She squeals. I join in with her.

"Dude! You can't be serious!" I say to her with much excitement.

"I'm as serious as a heart attack! You and I will party it up in Indio, Cali! Woo!" She cheers.

"But-but how? The total had to be like $2,000!"

"My mom feels horrible about remarrying again so she's getting me all of this really expensive stuff. I mean, I tried to stop her but you know how stubborn she can be. Have I shown you my new cleats?" She says rummaging through her dufflebag.

"I love Mrs.Sharp." I smile.

"Olivia-Grace." A familiar deep voice calls to me. I look up to meet his icy blue eyes, and so does Teagan, who freezes when she sees him.

"That's not my name, Brett. Shouldn't you be on your way to class?" I say braver than I thought.

"Now, now," he rests one hand on my locker beside my head, looking straight into my eyes, "is that any way for a good girl to be talking?" he smiles when I don't respond. "That's what I thought, Olivia-Grace." he delivers his most hypnotic gesture, he smirks and then walks away.

Suddenly he stops and turns towards me, "By the way, Olivia-Grace, your butt looks nice today." he continues to walk leaving me gawking.

"He's so annoying." I wine.

"Annoyingly hot. Holy Shit! How are you already friends with Brett Allen? No offense but you have trouble talking to normal people." Teagan adds.

"No offense taken." I lie.

"Speak!" Gale appears.

"What?" I ask.

"Don't act dumb. How in the world did you get Brett Allen to talk to you?"

"Guys, would you calm down? I'm his assigned tutor, I have no choice but to talk to him." I try to reason with them.

"Okay. Now can you explain why he was hitting on you?" Teagan asks.

"He hit on her?" Gale asks in disbelief.

"He said she's got a cute butt." Teagan responds.

Thankfully the bell rang and I had to get to class so I didn't have to complete Teagan and Gale's inquisition.

"This isn't over, I'll see you at lunch." Gale glares.

"Great." I mumble with a fake smile.

***

When the dismissal bell sounds to go home, I head to the library in order to find a couple of French resources for my tutor session with Brett. It takes me a couple hours to refresh my knowledge of the French language (considering that I took the course my Freshman year), so when I am done it's pass the time that Brett's football practice should be over. I head to the courtyard in a timely fashion. When I reach my destination I spot Brett, sitting at a concrete picnic table, texting on his phone and looking hot doing it.

"I'm so sorry, Brett, I didn't mean to be so late." I apologize, sitting on the bench in front of him.

"It's okay, Olivia-Grace." He smiles and pauses, "what am I going to with you?" he adds on.

"W-what?" I stutter.

"Rolling your eyes, talking back, cursing, now you show up whenever you want to. That's not the typical behavior of a good girl!"

"I'm not a good girl!" I yell, causing a few heads to turn in my direction.

Brett laughs and when he laughs he throws his head back, his eyes crinkle and it's so cute. No, it's not cute. Get your crap together, Olivia.

"Stop laughing at me!" I pout.

"I-I'm sorry. I couldn't help it."

"Yeah right, get your French workbook out." I demand.

"Yes ma'am." he responds. I internally roll my eyes, not wanting him to see.

"We will start with the basics." When I am about to question him on what he already knows I notice him texting again. "Brett . . ."

"Yeah?"

"I need you to stop texting and pay attention."

"I'm not texting. I'm doing something that involves French."

"Brett-" he cuts me off by placing his for finger on my lips. "Shh."

"Vous avez une belle croupe." he speaks. Oh my God! When he speaks French, it's sounds so sexy.

"What does that mean?" I ask. He lifts his phone and turns the screen towards me and I read. 'Vous avez une belle croupe translates to You have a nice butt'

"Brett! You need to focus. I'm not going to waste my time with you if you're not going to put forth any effort into this!" I yell, but once I realize my voice is beyond its normal pitch I look down and blush from embarrassment.

"You're right Olivia-Grace. My apologies." he giggles.

***

After I finish a very stressful tutor session with Brett, I head to my next student, Asher.

"Hey, Olivia!" Asher greets when I enter the coffee shop.

"Hi." I respond.

"You ready to teach me about Calculus? Because, I'm not.' He laughs.

"Of course." I laugh along.

"So, I have this friend. And he really likes you." Asher smiles.

"Oh really?" I ask, pretending that I am actually interested.

"Yeah, but I can't tell you who he is." he says.

"I'm not going to question it."

"Speaking of questioning something, what are thoose?" Asher causes a scene pointing out an old dude's shoes.

"Asher!" I angrily whisper at him.

"I'm sorry! I couldn't help it but seriously what are those? Hey, did you see Mrs.Peterson's shoes today? Bruh!"

"Here we go again." I prepare myself for the many jokes to come.

***

"Hey, mom!" I cheer when I enter our home, "You're here early, I didn't expect to see you until around midnight."

"A case was cut short today. Why are you smiling so much?" She asks, getting suspicious.

"Just smiling, mom." I try to wipe the permanent smile off of my face ut definantly fail.

"Mhm. Is it because of Mr.CutePants?" she asks.

"Mom, no! I'm going to take a shower before dinner. And his name is Brett." I roll my eyes.

I run upstairs to my large bedroom and I flop face down onto my bed. Smiling like an idiot, I say to myself, "Damn it Olivia. You're not supposed to fall for him. He's dumb and annoying. Why are you falling so hard for 'Mr.CutePants'? You barely even know him!"