The Way I See It

Chapter 2

A couple hours and some phone calls later I pulled into the garage and took the keys out of the ignition. I leaned my head back, closed my eyes, and sighed. My very used Subaru Impreza was now looking even more used. The back bumper was completely bent in. I had an appointment at the garage to get it checked out in about a week. Luckily, Twat… er, Natalie or her insurance would pay for it.

I was exhausted and stressed. I’ve heard that sophomore year in high school is the worst of them all. Even though I haven’t been a junior or a senior, I’ll go ahead and agree with that statement.

Essays galore!

Seriously. They never end. Actually, homework in general never ends. It being a Saturday night, I was going to go to a movie with Amy for a much needed break. Instead, I spent two hours staring at my poor wrecked car. I had worked long and hard for that car. My parents weren’t the kind of parents to buy their child a car for her sixteenth birthday. Oh no. Instead, I got to take two of my (very whiny) friends on an unsupervised, weekend long camping trip.

Woohoo.

Oh, there were some fun times, no doubt, but Amy and Tara don’t exactly love the great outdoors.

Plus, I suck at planning and being all responsible, even though I’m sixteen now, and forgot the bug spray and half the food.

We were practically camping on top of a swamp. Do you know what that’s like with no bug spray?? No, you probably don’t, because you’re probably (hopefully) smarter than me, and remember to bring the god damn bug spray!

I grumbled and got out of my car. As soon as I got inside I raided the kitchen for food. Sometimes I wish my parents were fat and loved junk food. This house never had anything remotely junky except ice cream and honey nut cheerios.

I ran up the stairs to my room with my slim pickings.  Cheeks full of cheerios, I glared at my desk piled with homework and school papers. I turned to my bed and glared some more when I saw my dog sprawled across my bed.

“Ay! Fi-o! Geh oowa ere!” When I opened my mouth to yell at my dipstick of a dog, a whole mouthful of honey nut cheerios fell to the floor.

“Thit.” I quickly chewed and swallowed the remaining cheerios and knelt down to clean up my mess before Fido got to it.

My dog’s name was not Fido. I just called him that to classify him into the dog category… because really, ‘Fido’ is interchangeable with the word ‘dog’ these days. And my dog was too dumb to really respond to his name very much anyway.  Which is Dennis, in case you were wondering.

Fido lazily rolled his head around to look at me. He didn’t even go for the cheerios! What kind of dog doesn’t go for dropped food!?

I glared at him again and set my bowl on my nightstand. “Fido! Off!”

Nothing.

I sighed. It always comes to this. I jumped on the bed and started shoving him off. He still wouldn’t budge so I tried the rolling technique.  I put both my hands under his fat bum-oley and lifted as hard as I could, trying to roll him over closer to the edge of the bed. All the while he stared at me with those dumb watery eyes. Did he really not notice the nice butt shove I was giving him??

I finally got him to roll over so he was laying on the very edge of my bed. He put his head back down and closed his eyes, thinking the whole ordeal was over. I giggled evilly and gave him a nice big push. Down he goes. Mwahahaha.

He got his feet under him before he hit the ground, turned to glare at me, and had a nice little dog shake before he walked out of my room. All that was left was about a million black hairs drifting down toward my white shag rug. 

“DENNIS! I hate you!” I could practically hear his smirk from the bed in my sister’s room. He was such a problem child. 

I started getting as much hair out of my rug as I could when my phone started vibrating like crazy. I looked at the caller I.D.

Natalie. 

Really? We swapped numbers just in case, but an hour after we parted ways?

“Hello?” I answered anyway.

 “Hey, uh, Olivia?” That was NOT Twat’s voice. This sexy voice belonged to a certain someone named Gloss. 

“Umm. Yes. Why are you calling?” I said, annoyed, but flattered somehow.

“You knew it was me, huh?” He replied, a smirk clearly evident in his voice.

 “Oh don’t flatter yourself. What do you want, Jake?”

“I was wondering what you were doing tonight, Olivia.”

 What? The Gloss man was asking me out on a date?? Did Earth’s magnetic forces just flip or something?

 My knees couldn’t help but wobble a little. I silently cursed them. It was 8 o’clock. My parents were on a date. I was probably going to waste away the night on Facebook or maybe even (shudder) get some homework done…

 Why not say yes?

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A/N: Sorry its so short... AGAIN. I promise they will get longer!! I just get so excited when I find a good stopping point. I might edit this and add more to it. But this is it for now. I'm having fun writing this, and I hope you're having fun reading it!

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