The Spark

Late Night Calls

It was the last day of April today. This meant it was Adam and Jenny's one month anniversery. Adam hadan't talked to me since the text last night, maybe he was too caught up with Jenny. I bet they'll have sex again. I bet he'll tell her he loves her and giver his class ring.

I have been itching to talk to William. But There are many reasons I won't. I promised my mom I wouldn't talk to my father or make any contact with him. Also I'm frightened to talk to him. 

We were sitting in front to the TV one night eating chinese food and watching How I met Your Mother. It was an episode where Lily and Marshal have their baby. I thought about the day I was born, or the whole process. Did William disappear when my mom told him she was pregnant? Did he push for an abortion? Does he know I even exsist or does he genuinly care?

I took a bite of orange chicken and turned to my mom.

"What's the story?" I asked.

"What do you mean?" She asked with a mouth full of food. I leaned my head on the couch.

"I mean how did you meet William and what happened?"

"I knew you were going to ask." She muttered. She put down her food and turned towards me. The TV hummed in the back ground.

"I was 21 when I met him. It was at an art opening in the upper east side. It was a very fancy gallery with pleanty of rich people scavanging around looking for pieces to add to their collection. I knew William Vie was there. I became frightened when he walked in. Everyone was trying to talk to him and kiss his ass. I tried to stay out of his way. The gallery was closing and I hadn't sold any work and we were all packing up. I was packaging up a painting and I heard him behind me.

"So tell me what this one is about?"

I was shaking and I showed him and he started to talk about it. He said it was beatiful. We talked about art for a while. He was a lot more inteligent then I thought he was. We talked about out personal life and we ended up at his hotel room. 

I thought I was done with him. He was a thing of the past but I began to notice my period was late and I was vomiting and I decided to take a test. It was postive. I was scared to tell him I was pregnant but he had given me his number earlier and I called him. I told him it was his. He didn't even question it. He took a flight back to New York. He paid for everything. My taxis, medical bills, medication, my other bills. He was truly a gentleman about it.

The night you were born he rented a floor of an expenisve hospital. He was there the whole time. He only held you once and then brought me home, set me up with a wet nurse and left the next day."

I smiled at her, she whipped the corner of her eye and I hugged her.

"Oh Olive." She wrapped her arms around me.

"So do you still keep in touch?" I corssed my legs and pushed my hair behind my ear.

"Yes, very, very rarley. He asked about you two years ago. He cares about you Olive. I'm lucky he does. He pays a very generous amount of child support. That's how we pay for so much and I can work in a field I love even if I make very little. That's how you can afford to go to one of the best private schools in manhattan."

"I thought I got in by a scholarship?" I asked, I raised in eye brow.

"I used it as an excuse as to why we could afford the tution. I'm sorry I lied to you." She touched my shouler.

I smiled. "It's fine mom. And thanks for telling me the story. Thank you a lot."

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It was late at night when my phone buzzed again. I groaned slightly, blindly groping in the dark for my phone. I sat up in bed and murrmered.

"Hello?" I said sleeply, rubbing my eyes. It was the first night in a while I have been to bed early. 

"Olly, are you awake?" Adam asked.

"No. I'm fucking sky diving. It's like four AM." I shouted quitley through the phone.

"Well I thought about it for a long time and I wanted to know why you're mad at me?"

"Because you're an asshole Adam. Weither you think you are or you don't. You treat me like trash." I spat.

"What? No I don't." He daid desfensifly.

"You constantly avoid me, and have no time for me. It's like I never exisited. You should be worshiping me. I was the one who befriended the little immigrant kid who only knew three words in english. I was the one who lended, no, gave you fifty bucks to go on that senior trip. I was the one who hooked you up with gitair lessons when you were thirteen. I did everything. I thought at least I could get your friendship in return. But no. You can't even do that."

I could hear him tear up, he said in a shaky voice "I'm sorry, Olive. I'm sorry. Please forgive me. I'll do anything for you please."

I sighed. "You can't give me what I want, Adam."

"Just tell me. what it is it?" He asked quietly.

"I want you to love me." And I hung up the phone.

What have I done? I clenched my fists and lay in my bed. Adam didn't call back. He must think I'm a freak. I don't compete with Jenny.

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A/N: Well a short chapter but it was hopefully an intresting one. Also Nirva means Quiet in HIndi that's where Nirva got his name from. VOTE, COMMENT, FOLLOW!