𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞² || 𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐚 𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐨 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

high school enemies - two

a/n - plz vote

i look at y/n beside me, in a bra and boxers. holy shit. i look at my bra, seeing i still had my jeans on. there's no way we had sex. i would've been naked. she would've been naked. the only thing i could remember last night was y/n's arm around me, then both of us drunk, off our faces. fuck, olivia, think!

i sit there for a couple minutes, swallowing before getting out of y/n's bed. i take a glance around her room. she really took me back to her place. god, what the fuck happened?

i take a shirt from y/n's wardrobe. i'm sure she won't mind. i quietly walk out of her door, feeling like shit. i look around her house, seeing a few photographs of y/n and her family as i walk to the stairs. didn't know she had a brother.

a call to iris later, i was in her car. "oh my god, olivia! are you insane?!" she asks me, laughing. "oh my god," i groan, "very loud, iris." "sorry, miss hungover," iris speaks quieter with a smile, starting to drive. "i don't even remember," i sigh, "i don't even know if i want to remember."

y/n's pov
i feel someone grab my arm, and i look up, seeing olivia. she pulls me out of the cafeteria seat, and i laugh as i follow her.

we end up in the hallway outside the cafeteria, and she lets go of my arm. "cute scarf," i grin. "y/n, shut up," she says, "can you just explain to me what happened that night? i'm scared that i'm missing some out. but with the other memories, i'm sure that it's for the better." 

"so... do you want me to tell you or not?" i ask. "yes, tell me," olivia says, "from the start." "so i woke up that morning, around eight-" "y/n, i'm being serious!" olivia tells me, "from the party." "well," i sigh, starting to explain it.

"so you basically pulled me into the bathroom," i tell her. olivia groans. "and... then we started," i gag, "making out. that explains the hickeys on your neck, and unfortunately on mine." olivia pulls down my hoodie, chuckling at my neck. "great," olivia says. "then... you shoved my hand into your jeans, and... beep, beep!" i tell her. she rolls her eyes. "then you fell asleep, literally on the counter," i continue. "yeah, that's all i remember up to," olivia says, "but you have to continue." "if you let me," i shade, continuing, "then i carried you out after i got an uber- god, i hope that everyone was butt-drunk, because everyone was staring at us. but then we get into the uber. didn't die, unfortunately. then i had to go back to my house because i didn't know where you lived. got back to my house-" "you didn't... do anything, did you?" she asks, cautiously. "wha- no! god, no! i may be annoying to you, but wouldn't do that, olivia." "okay, good," she says. "do you think i would?" i ask. "no, it just looked really bad when i woke up. you were half naked," she shakes her head, "yeah, you can be a dickface, but i don't think you'd do that." "yeah, i wouldn't," i say, "anyways, your shirt stunk like alcohol so i took it off. you already felt hot so i left your shirt off, then i just fell asleep and you weren't there when i woke up." "yeah, iris came and picked me up. nice house," olivia compliments. "thanks," i grin, shrugging. 

olivia groans, looking around before looking at me, "i just wasted my first kiss on you!" i laugh, "well, same. i guess it cancels out." she furrows her eyebrows, "you haven't kissed anyone?" "nope," i say, "well, until saturday night." "ugh," she huffs, "and you- put your fingers in me, ew!" "yeah, my fingers were in you!" i argue back, "that's worse for me! i can never look at these fingers the same!" olivia looks at my index and middle finger, looking at me, "you're so gross." "you didn't think that at the party," i tell her, smiling. "okay- y/n, shut up," olivia says, "don't tell anyone." "oh, i had to tell my friends. they asked about my neck." "what friends?" "jess, julien, scarlett, mateo," i list. "okay, don't tell anyone else." "yeah, i didn't want to, anyways. might have gotten bullied." "shut up," she tells me, "alright, i'm leaving." olivia starts to walk away. "wait," i say, quickly. she turns around to me, "what?" "so do you like... like, girls?" i ask her. "yes, y/n, obviously! i could've pulled anyone else into that bathroom," olivia says, "including girls and guys!" "well, i was just curious, jeez!" i say, chuckling to myself as olivia walks away,  and i walk back to the cafeteria. she really could've pulled anyone else into that bathroom. what an odd choice from her to pick me.