Change My Mind | Gracie X Olivia

The Grammys (28)

In Leo's apartment, I was getting my make-up done for the Grammys even though I was still shocked. I was even nominated for the Best New Artist award. Leo, however, would be attending as my plus one, mostly because his album did awful on the charts, and for good reason, it was horrible. Olivia's going to be there too, even though we haven't spoken since the other day when we woke up in my apartment with really shitty hangovers. I still hope she at least likes me.

The journey to our rented car from his apartment could be described as awkward at best. Dead silence filled the stuffy elevator as Leo, our managers, and I all stood silently. The only interactions that were exchanged were annoyed glances between Leo and I.

God did Deja vu hit like a bitch.

A frustrated sigh left my mouth before I turned towards the guy who sat beside me in our rented BMW from yesterday. "Leo, whatever you do, don't be an idiot like yesterday when you got drunk at the best new artist party. this is the fucking Grammys not some garage concert with 50-year-old "music enthusiasts" who just go there for cheap booze and music. Oh, and for the love of god, please just remember what you were told to say, and maybe we'll make it through the night." I said through gritted teeth as the driver quickly put up the privacy screen.

"Oh, you think I wanna do this? I could be in the club right now with my friends, but I have to go to some dumb award ceremony with you." He retorted with a sickening eye roll.

"You're just mad because you didn't get nominated for that dumpster fire of an album that you created. nobody even remembers its name."

Olivia's POV:

I'm in the back of the car on my way to the Grammys anxiously chipping away at my nails just thinking about seeing Gracie again. I doubt she'll want to talk to me, I know I wouldn't want to talk to me. at this point, she probably hates me in this situation she probably hated me since the moment I hurriedly left her apartment the other day, or worse, she resented me for getting her to cheat on Leo, they seem quite happy together. Yay. maybe I'm just a narcissistic, introspective home-wreaker whose only goal is to break up happy couples and ruin her relationships. Guess I'm a bad guy.

maybe the media is right about me.

"Liv, you alright? Just seem kinda I don't know, off?" Tate asked from across the car. "Oh, yeah, just nervous about the whole situation with blueberry."

"Makes sense, I'd be nervous too if I were you, but you two probably don't even notice one another tonight. Just try and enjoy your day." She said, offering a comforting smile and pat on the back.

As we pulled up to the even all that clouded, my vision was white flashes from all angles of me. Tate latched onto my hand as she left the car behind me. If we keep our heads down, maybe things will look up.
A sigh of relief left both tate and I as we entered the grammys building. That feeing of calm quickly blew over with the sight if gracie and her fucking boyfriend from across the room. My jaw clenched as she looked back and made eye contact. A look covered her face that I couldn't quite pinpoint the emotion of, and my mind started to race on another rampage pessimistic bullshit.

"The show will begin in 20 minutes. Please find your seats before the event begins, " a femenine robotic voice said over the speakers, letting us finally break our longing eye contact. Though as much as I hate to admit it seeing her with him made me want to punch somthing and as much I tried to hide it She could tell form the look on my face how jealous I was. Seemed like she enjoyed it. I found my table and sat alone while tate talked to some random people around. She was always more outgoing than me, and especially recently, I wasn't in the mood to be a social butterfly. The table beside us was filled by Taylor Swift, Lana del rey, Jack antenoff, and none other than the Gracie abrams and her boyfriend! Yay...