Olive Matthews is an innocent, sweet and energetic 16 year old girl who lives alone, works at the bakery and reads in her free time.
Atlas Hawthorne is the boy everybody knows for coming from the dark side of town, he is mysterious and only ever in...
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'Squeeeeeeee!' I hear a squeaky little voice in front of me.
I look down to see no other than Olive Matthews, the girl I'd been admiring from a distance since last September when she joined the school and I saw her with my best friend, Arlo, and his little sister, Rhiannon.
She's honestly the most fucking beautiful girl I've ever laid my eyes on, and she's always so happy that I've been finding it contagious - I'm never happy, this girl is ruining me from afar.
Today she was wearing another one of her adorable little outfits, this one was a little plaid skirt with a woolly jumper and a chunky scarf paired with some fluffy earmuffs that seemed to be squashing her glasses to her face and boots.
'Good morning Olive,' I hummed lowly.
'Good morning! How are you? Also why do you get up at 7 as well? I don't know about your lessons but mine don't start until 10!' She chirped, backing up a bit to look up at me.
'I like to get to the gym early,' I replied bluntly.
'Nooo way! For the rugby thing right, Mr. Tall?' She giggled at her own joke. God she's so fucking cute.
'Yes, for the 'rugby thing', I try get there about 8, but I like to go get coffee beforehand.'
'Ohmgee! You should come to the cafe I work at! Come with me, I'm gonna give you the best cafe experience of your life!' She squealed, 'do you drive? I normally go on my bike but god knows how you'd fit on that, muscle man,' this girl.
'Muscle man?' I questioned sceptically.
A light pink tint took over her cheeks, matching the shade of her earmuffs and scarf.
'Yea! The steroids, you know? Anyhow, car?' I really need to get the message 'I do not do steriods' into her head.
'Yes to the car, no to the steroids, love,' she went a deeper pink at the name.
I began walking, signalling her to follow me the rest of the way down the stairs. No one here trusts the lifts from what I've seen, and I am most definitely not going to be the first.
'You never said you would come, is this your yes? You only replied to the car par- actually you never said I could come in your car either, you just stated that you had one. So can I come with you please?' She rambled adorably.
'Yes, you can come, Olive.'
She looked down, hiding her pretty little face. I bet she thought that sounded dirty. Innocent girl.
She jogged a bit to catch up with me going down the stairs to the building's garage in the basement.
All was going well as we walked the rest of the way down in a comfortable silence, until she tripped over literally nothing, and landed on her fucking face.
