the bakery boy

chapter 4

*olivia's pov*

this is so terrible. i can't handle life anymore. 

i can't handle harry living next door. its killing me. his and mine rooms are the same place in the house & so that means i can see right into his window and vice versa. i have seen him shirtless and dance around in his room while singing his cute little heart out. 

but the really sucky part is i have seen a girl in his room. she is so beautiful, and its so obvious that he loves her and she loves him. with her long brown hair, fair skin and hilarious personality (from what i can guess. harry always laughs when he is around her) it would be impossible not to love her. i love the girl, and i haven't even met her. and i like her boyfriend....

so, as you can guess working at the bakery is not as exciting as it used to be. i try to avoid him so i won't get attached, but its kind of hard not to with his green eyes, brown curly floppy hair and charming personality. however, he doesn't seem to get the memo that i don't want to hang out with him. he always comes back to the kitchen when he isn't in the front. and at school he always says hi to me, but sticks to his group of friends. and i stick to my imaginary ones.

today was my third week of school and i haven't made any friends, besides my english teacher. it was kind of depressing, but oh well. i did have one friend outside of my family. mrs. levens is so hilarious and i can't get enough of her, she is always cracking jokes and making fun of harry or simon. me and her are practically best friends. 

i was getting ready for school and decided on wearing light washed skinny jeans, a black long sleeved crop top that came to my belly button. ha thats a funny word. belly button. hehe. so i got that out and decided on my black vans for shoes and my white backpack. i grabbed my coffee and a yogurt with blueberries in it and began my walk to school. I'm not usually an active person, but the weather is my favorite right now, damp and a little bit chilly but the sun is still out. plus i didn't have a car. cause imma broke. my walk to school was great until these bimbos driving a bright pink car and music blasting decided to splash me with water. great, just fucking great.

i walked into school and immediately got some wolf whistles from hormonal teenage boys. i instantly groaned and leaned my head against my locker.

"woah there, you look like a wet cat," said a voice. i turned around to give a snappy comment back when i saw the person's shirt. it was a green day shirt. i smiled and looked at the person. it was a girl in my grade and she was so pretty. she had mid length brown hair, brown eyes and easily 5'9.

"haha. thanks," i replied sarcastically. she rolled her eyes and laughed. she leaned against the locker next to mine and yanked my schedule out of my hand and skimmed it over. yes, i still had my schedule. I'm a forgetful person.

"hmmm, well out of the 7 classes you have, we have 5 of them together. come on, I'm in your next class." she said as she shut my locker, not bothering to ask if i was finished and dragged me along to our first period.

"by the way I'm abigial. I'm in 11th grade, same grade as you. so you are new here, where did you move from?" she asked still dragging me to the classroom through the sea of students.

"I'm from Los Angeles California." I said.

"oooo the LA girl? before you came everyone was talking about how we were getting a new girl from LA. we don't get many new students, especially ones from America," she said slowing down when we reached the room. she paused outside the classroom and looked me up and down. i blushed and coughed awkwardly. she realized my uncomfortableness and laughed loudly as she drug me by my arm and we sat down at a table. once she was done laughing she turned to look at me.