𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞² || 𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐚 𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐨 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

priorities - two

a/n - please vote!

"how'd you play, mija? did you win?" y/n's dad asks, still fatigued from the surgery as y/n sits beside him, mom on the other side. "are you okay, dad? how are you feeling?" y/n asks, ignoring the other questions as they weren't a priority. "as good as new," he smiles tiredly, "no more questions about me before i ask to go back in." y/n chuckles softly, shaking her head. always making jokes at the wrong time. "did you win?" he asks again. y/n nods, "i did. by eleven points." "just as i thought," dad smiles.

"that was a good throw, y/n garcia," dad says, watching y/n's phone. y/n got her coach to film the whole thing as her dad made her promise to film it. 

the next day, y/n sits in her usual seat in physics. she glances at the substitute teacher, who was minding his business on his phone. looks like she's spending the lesson doing nothing. y/n looks up as she hears olivia's name. "anyone sitting here?" 

"um, no," y/n shakes her head, watching olivia pull the seat out and sitting beside y/n. "are your friends not here?" y/n asks, assuming that was the reason olivia was sitting with y/n. "they are," olivia says, "i just decided to sit with you. is that okay?" y/n smiles faintly at olivia's teasing smile and tone, nodding.

"how was your night yesterday?" olivia asks. y/n remembers the hospital, deciding to answer in an optimistic way. her dad was in terrible shape, but at least he was still here. "good," y/n says, "yours?" "alright," olivia answers, "what did you get up to?" 

y/n thinks of how to answer this. only her friends knew about her situation, but only because they noticed y/n was so miserable when she found out about her dad's diagnosis. she barely talks about it to them, because she knows that she would cry the second she does. 

"nothing really," y/n answers, "you?" "just hang out with my friends," olivia says, "any... plans for today?" "football practice," y/n says. "for school?" y/n shakes her head, "for my club." "fun," olivia says, "when do you finish?" "well, i start at four-thirty and end at seven thirty today," y/n says. "three hours?" olivia does the math. "yeah." "that's a long time." "well, an hour and a half is gonna be for, like, gym, then the other's football training," y/n says. "you guys work out at training?" olivia asks. "yeah, but i still go when i'm not training," y/n says, "why? thinking of joining?" olivia smiles, shaking her head, "no way in hell. i'm too weak for that." "that's why we go to the gym." "mentally, too. if someone barged into me, i think i'd start crying," olivia admits.

y/n smiles, shaking her head. "speaking of," olivia brings up a new topic, "the team last night played pretty rough." y/n shrugs, "that's the game, i guess." "yeah. i could see the tears in your eyes when you got tackled," olivia smiles as she jokes. "those were the tears of determination," y/n plays along, making olivia chuckle. it was easy for her to make olivia laugh.

olivia picks up y/n's pen as she talks, examining the pen, "so... you're not really, like, popular, you know? i mean, you are, but you don't really embrace it. is there a reason?" "no one cares about popularity the second that we graduate," y/n shrugs, "plus, quality over quantity. i don't need many friends. pretty content with that." "that's nice," olivia smiles at y/n's integrity. "yeah. pretty nice," y/n shrugs, "and you hang out with, like, conan gray and that group, right?" olivia chuckles, nodding, "yeah. do your friends have a... judgement on us?" "well," y/n shrugs, "we don't really talk about you guys." "oh," olivia says. she was a little shocked. better safe than sorry, though. "oh?" y/n repeats in a question, "why? do you guys have a bad reputation i don't know about?" "no," olivia furrows her eyebrows, "well... i don't think we do. that i know of." y/n smiles slightly, "we'll never know."

olivia keeps the conversation going, "so, what days do you do football? outside of school?" "um... monday, wednesday, and saturday," y/n says, "if there's a game, it'll be on saturday instead of training." "wow," olivia says, "that's impressive, y/n." "having three days a week of football?" y/n asks, confused. "and still having time to be valedictorian," olivia smiles. "well... it's not confirmed." "pretty much is," olivia says, "what're your secrets?" y/n says, "just gotta have the motivation- don't act like you're not smart. you're in ap english, physics... i don't know what other subjects. but you're in ap english. are you doing well in it?" "yeah," olivia nods, "not coming first- it's probably you, but i'm doing alright in it." "that's good," y/n says, "how about physics?" olivia chuckles, shrugging, "that's... a different story." "not good?" y/n asks. "i'm... okay," olivia says, "just not the best. sometimes i don't understand stuff, but i brush it under the rug and say that i don't need it." "i understand," y/n nods. "do you?" olivia asks, laughing, "you're first in the subject, i know you are." "well- yeah," y/n chuckles quietly, "but i do understand where you're coming from. i feel that with a few subjects. but i can help you, if you'd like."