𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞² || 𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐚 𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐨 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

overnight

a/n - please vote! i totally forgot about uploading lol also im so terrible at story titles ALSO theres sooo many high school stories this book, i really enjoy writing them also most of them are similar-ish!! 

olivia's pov
i watch as y/n walks into english late, having a knee brace on and one crutch under her right armpit. i heard she tore her mcl pretty badly last week playing football. wonder how long she's out for.

of course, i didn't really care, though. i was just naturally curious. maybe nosey.

y/n garcia was kind of... like the regina george of my school. excluding the whole bitchy personality, replacing it with the talkative and... horny personality, i guess. she's pretty run through with the girls at this school. every week there was someone talking about sleeping with y/n lately. and somehow, there were never any complaints.

of course, i wasn't gonna fall under the spell she had somehow casted on all of the girls in our grade and god knows how many girls outside school. she was attractive, i'll give her that. i've never talked to her, i'll also give her that. i knew a lot about her from everyone else, though. i swore to myself that i wouldn't be one of the girls that was just another object for y/n to spend the night with, especially since i haven't had sex before. i heard she always leaves half way through the night because she was having sex at someone else's house. i found it kinda disrespectful. if you're gonna sleep with someone, at least follow through with it.

"there's a seating plan, y/n," miss har says. "are you serious?" she asks, stopping and leaning on her crutch. "very serious," har says, "not sure if that was a rhetorical question, but i know that you know you're the main reason for this." "i know if- that you know..." y/n whispers to herself to understand, "yeah, sure. so where am i?" 

it didn't even matter where y/n was, she'd talk to anyone. hell, you could get duct tape and tape it on her mouth and you'd still hear her talking.

"next to olivia," har says, looking at me. oh god.

y/n walks slowly over, pulling out the chair and sitting down as she places the crutch to lean on the side of the table. everyone starts to chat amongst themselves as y/n gets everything out of her bag. "i trust you to keep y/n in line," har tells me as she stands in front of my desk, "well... try to keep her in line." "i'm literally right here," y/n mutters.

har leaves us to our work after going through a slideshow. i hear y/n clear her throat, looking at me. "we haven't talked, have we?" she asks. "don't think so," i say. "how exciting," y/n says, "this'll be fun!" i look at her, being met with a smile. it was hard to not give one back, especially when y/n garcia was giving it to you. i smile slightly, looking back at my book.  this'll be fun. 

y/n sighs as she looks around, "you're not very talkative, are you?" "only to the people i know," i say. "well you know me," she says. "actually know. friends, family," i explain. "we aren't friends?" she asks. "this is the first time i've talked to you in, like, three... four years we've been at this school," i say, picking up my pen. "i know," y/n says, "do you regret it?" "not talking to you?" i look at her, and she nods. "not really," i respond. "okay, that's kinda offensive," y/n says. "well i'm telling the truth," i say, "i was doing great before i met you." "you'll be doing even greater now, " y/n says. "do you regret not talking to me?" i ask her back. "well... not if you're giving off this energy," y/n raises an eyebrow, "but i'm sure that once i get to know you more, it'll be a different story." "if that's what you think." "it is what i think," she says, "you're not really giving me much to work with." "i'm sure you can manage." "probably can," y/n says, "i actually had a great conversation with logan the other day." logan was... someone you didn't wanna really be around. one of the weirder ones. "did you know that his dog died on his twelfth birthday?" she asks. "i didn't know that, no," i say. "maybe that's his villain origin story." "maybe."