White Means Hope

Chapter 8: Coffee Bring's People Closer

I know it's been a while, but I am having many problems uploading...Like the limited access to a computer with a broken labtop that I don't have the money to fix, and an IPod that I don't care to use for writing a story.

Anyways, I have gained a little bit of time to write..

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-Alyssa

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 Sam's Point Of View.

After the encounter with Liv--I was determined to still call her that...even if it was in my thoughts--I was left with a jumble of emotions running through me. Though, before you jump to conclusions thinking I was a big softie, I am going to prove you wrong. Extremely wrong.

Most of the emotion's that where playing in my head where of anger, rage and most of all hate. I mean, even if she did told me she attempted suicide I still had the hateful feelings I felt towards her when she left me. I was Sam Alvarez, the ladies man who got everyone, and everything, he wanted. I wasn't the the dumpee, I was the dumper and she was going to find that out the hard way.

Plus, she had no reason to dump me. Sure, I was drunk more then normal, but she didn't seem to care about me either way so I decided to drown everything out with some liquor. Not much harm there, but no, she had to make a big deal. I had helped her throughout her life, I had given her the backbone she needed to stand up for herself, even if she didn't do so much. I had given her an easy life by making her abort the baby, I know that it seems cruel but she wasn't ready. And I wasn't either. I had done my best to make her life better, I shielded her from the cruel thinks Mary Ann and her little posse did. I even let her move in with me so she didn't have to face Robert, he not so great dad. And how did she repay me? She didn't show compassion for my feelings, she didn't try to forgive my mistakes or slip ups, something I did for her all the time. Heck, she probably didn't even love me like she claimed too. No, she did nothing right, she was just an attention hogging girl who had what was coming to her from me. Even if I used to love her, even if I still did, she is going to pay for what she did to me. 

Boy oh boy, she was going to pay.

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Olivia's Point of View

After my failed attempt to lift my horrible mood, I just gave up on exploring and started to walk home. I wasn't looking forward to seeing Robert and Tracy shoving there tongues down each others throats, but it was better then aimlessly walking around. Plus, I was in the mood to fight with someone. And who was the better candidate then the ever so loving Robert? No one else, that's for sure.

Around halfway back, I ended up body slamming into someone else. This time, the person was carrying a liquid, and ended up drenching me and themselves with it. I felt as if my skin was on fire as the hot liquid traveled down my torso and to my fishnets. I let out a hiss and mustered up the worst glare possible as I looked up at the receiver of my anger for the day. 

Standing before me was a girl I didn't know, and I knew most people in the town because everyone had something against me. Though, I haven't been out in the open for who know's how long...

Anyways, I looked up and saw a fair skinned girl, who was tall and had a short blonde bob. She had hazel eyes and perfect teeth. She looked a little bit older then me, but she dressed as if she was my age. Her eyes where soft, and looked apologetic. I opened my mouth to give her a piece of my mind, but she beat me to it.

"I'm so sorry!" she said, a small laugh following. She then blushed, and gasped at her actions. "Sorry, again.. It's just a little funny, I mean your glaring at me covered in coffee.." she didn't get to finish, since I gave her my worst look. She gave me a sheepish smile, before she composed herself. 

"My name's Lily. Lilly Groove. My parent's just moved in a few blocks away, I was walking from the coffee shop before I ran into you...sorry?" she spoke as if her life depended on it, and I couldn't hide the small smile. She seemed nice.

"Eh, I guess it's fine. Though my skin feels like it's on fire," I said, and narrowed my eyes. She laughed, and shook her head.

"Come on, let's go to my house and get you cleaned up," she managed between laughs. What was so funny?

"Uh... Ok?" I managed to say as she grabbed my hand and lead me to her house.

"Anyways, you never told me your name.." she hesitantly said, I shrugged.

"My name's Olivia. Olivia Harold." I stated and watched as recognition flashed across her face, ah so she had seen me in the paper.

"Oh! Well, we are going to be good friends!" She squealed, and I groaned at the sound. She sent me a glare afterwords, and I managed a small smile.

She giggled, and pulled me along. It was weird, one second she was acting like Tracy, another she was acting like a person I would be friend's with. I shrugged it off, her real self would show soon enough. 

But hey, coffee does bring people closer...