Unlikely

Chapter Two: Sneer

To be honest I haven't been able to stop thinking about Olivia since I first saw her yesterday. I wouldn't say that's odd for me. Though I was happy to get the attention of any girl who crossed my path, I always had particular interest in the pretty ones who had no immediate interest in me. Never really put any thought to why that was, I just knew that it excited me.

I think what drew me to her more than any other girl, however, was that she wasn't just disinterested in me, she completely disliked me. I wasn't sure why, our brief interaction hadn't given me any time to do anything wrong, yet she decided instantly she didn't want me around. Too bad for her, I think I decided just as quickly that I did want to be around her.

I figured I may just remind her of someone she didn't like. Or that possibly she's just a prude to any new people she meets. But, what never crossed my mind was the possibility of her being taken. An oversight on my part, but I was too distracted thinking of ways to get her attention rather than thinking of reasons why I didn't already have it.

Uncomfortably I watched as that guy wrapped his arm around her and they walked out of class together. So comfortably did she lean into him and ignore me, and I wondered how I could have read her signals all wrong. She made no mention of a boyfriend, Abby didn't mention it either. But then again, I couldn't possibly expect to know that much about her from a ten minute conversation with Abby, and a two minute conversation with Olivia.

I debated calling it quits with her as soon as they left. After all, I've only been here an hour and have already spotted more potential girls than I had fingers. But I could feel my pride urging me to keep up with her, at least until I got disinterested.

Besides, he didn't look that intimidating to me. Sure he was tall, and the way he looked at me matched her own expression, but he wasn't scary. I could tell it was all a facade.

I gathered up my belongings and glanced over at some girls looking over at me. I gave them my signature smile before I kept on to my next class.

Of the four classes before lunch, Olivia was in three of them. She seemed none too pleased with seeing me walk in after her and each time I saw her, I grew more and more amused by her little sneer. Her eyebrows would furrow over her glasses, her nose would scrunch the slightest bit and her lips would press together in a small frown.

I recognized that getting on her good side may be harder than I thought, but my best shot would be to sit and observe a bit at first. Outright flirting would be the wrong move, I knew that, so I simply watched her to learn how she carried herself.

Her pens, she had so many pens and highlighters. They were always aligned above her color coded notebooks. Green for Biology, blue for English, red for Calculus, Brown for history. I noticed her love of color before anything else, which was interesting considering the muted tones of her outfit.

She wore a dark blue preppy plaid dress, with a white collar on the neckline. It reached right above her knees when she stood, and elegantly rested on her legs when she sat down. To cover her shoulders she wore a muted gray cardigan that I noticed matched her socks. For shoes she wore Oxford shoes that were incredibly platformed. Her hair was tied back into a ponytail, with a thin gray ribbon tied around it.

She talked to almost no one on her own, but when someone would call her name she'd readily turn to them and respond and delightfully answer them before returning back to her quiet state, ignoring me entirely.

Throughout the day she did so many small contradictory things that made me even less sure of how to approach her. Colorful yet colorless, quiet yet engaging, and even more that I couldn't figure out. By the time lunch rolled around I figured I'd just jump into trying to talk to her, I'm sure I could pull some old tactics out to get her warmed up to me.