Chapter Seven:
(Victoria's Point Of View)
"Mom! I'm home!" I call as I drop my backpack in the entry. I walk to the kitchen and I'm greeted by the oh-so-pleasant sight of my sister.
Don't get me wrong. I have to love my sister, but whenever she's around, she's a b*tch.
"Victoria! I see that you're home. How was your day?" My perfect big sister asks.
"Uh... Fine...?" I'm not used to any sort of attention when she's around so this confuses me.
Mom walks in after a few minutes of awkward silence passes between my sister and I.
"Victoria, when did you get home?" My mother asks in a sickly sweet voice. She's back to being my sister's mother I see.
"Just a few minutes ago." I shrug and suddenly I'm filled with the overwhelming want to leave. "I have homework."
"Okay...?" My mother trails off her question.
I rack my brain for an answer when I find it I say, "I want to use some o the library's resources to study and complete my homework. Do you mind if I leave?"
"No, go ahead. Education calls!" There's a glimpse of my mother but I know that it'll only last a minute. With Olivia, she's sickly sweet and acts like the normal PTA mom, but with me, she's real and weird and actually fun. It saddens me to see her be sweeter and more fake than SweetTooth (A/N: this is a random sugar substitute that I made up. Post in my message board {on profile} if there's an actual brand with this name, but I doubt it.).
Mom and Olivia start a conversation about Olivia's college schedule and life before I even take a step. I guess that we're back to normal. Being ignored at home and at school, ah the flashbacks to before Olivia graduated.
I grab my stuff from the entry and walk out of the house. I sigh as I remember that I actually have to study. What makes that worse, is that I have to study for an History test that is 90% of my grade.
I adjust my backpack and start off to the library.
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7:05pm. The digits on my phone burn my eyes after three hours of studying in the dark, musky library.
I sigh as I shut my textbook and lean back. I close my eyes for a second to ease the burning pain caused by my phone and to relax for once.
"Why did you want to know?" A girl's voice knocks me out of my relaxation.
"I just did. Okay?" A slightly familiar voice snaps.
"Not okay." I can hear the smirk in her voice. "Why would you want to know? I mean do you have a crush on her?"
"I just met her!" The male voice denies.
"Aww!" She coos. "My brother has a crush!"
"Jasmine, shut up. I don't have a crush on that girl."
"Come on, Tan! You do have a crush on her! It's obvious! You're curious to know about her!"
"Who wouldn't be curious to know about her?" He reasons.
"You have a crush!" The sing-song voice is getting annoying.
"I don't have a crush on Victoria!" Oh, that's nice... Wait! What? They can't be talking about me. There is no way in h*ll that anyone would ever have the slightest crush in me! It's so not me. I'm un-crush on-able.
"Tristan, you can't just say her first name! She is legendary! You must always say 'Victoria Cross'. Got it?"
Sh*t. I was wrong. I sigh and rub my face with my hands in frustration. There are a ton of people named Victoria Cross out there. Right?
"Why is Victoria legendary?" Tristan asks.
"The sweatshirt! Geez, you're an idiot!" Jasmine groans that last part.
I hear their footsteps come closer so I start to rush and pack up my stuff so tag to can hightail it out of here. I was just shoving my math book in my bag when I hear a voice.
"Victoria?" Tristan smiles as I look up in shock. "What are you doing here?"
"Obviously she was studying, Idiot." A girl with tan skin and dark hair quips.
"Shut up, Jasmine." Tristan rolls his eyes. "Victoria, I've been meaning to ask..."
His voice trails of as I run out of the library. What is this guy's problem? Why won't he leave me alone?
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Hey! Hope you enjoyed my chapter!
What do you guys think of Olivia. She's Victoria's big sister if anyone missed that.
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-TotalNerd23
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Published before at: January 6,2016
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