Fools || #Wattys2016

Nonsense

Hey guys,

I know I haven't updated in a while when it was clearly stated previously that I would make continuous updates. I'm sorry, although at this point no one is actually reading my story.

But I'm not going to stop writing, bc for once in life I want to finish something I started. And I will.

A lot has happened to me, I took an AP class "last year" and I was able to check the results a few weeks back. But to put it in shorter words:

I didn't do as I expected.

So that brought me down emotionally, knowing that the preparation I did for that whole year was nothing but a waste of my time and confidence. This has gotten to the point in where I haven't told my parents that I am a failure. I still caught in between what I should do, and its pretty much killing me inside.

Hopefully everything clears out.

xx

Olivia's P.O.V

I opened the door of my house, seeing as Harry's car slowly left my front porch. The lights were off, making me tumble inside, instead of actually walking in. My eyes adjusted to the darkness, as I ran upstairs fiddling nervously with my phone in hands.

Switching the light from the bedroom, I flopped myself onto the lonesome comfy bed, quickly skimming through the contacts on my phone. I kept sliding my finger on the screen until I read the name: Abby.

Olivia: Hey can you come over?

Abby was one of the few people who I had manage to talk when Sabrina put everyone against me. I had met her in the art class I was taking. Once I walked inside the doors of the classroom, she smiled at me in such a friendly way that I instantly knew she was going to be someone special in my life. She was. We had still managed to keep in touch even after we graduated high school.

Abby: Sure, what's the emergency?

Olivia: I need you to do a MAJOR transformation on me.

Abby: Special occasion with your babe eh?

Olivia. Yea, but get your butt over here. There is more to this story...

Abby: On my way.

I pressed my back on the bed, taking in a deep breath while remembering the kiss Harry and I had shared. I still could feel his soft lips touching my own, his heavy breathing, and those eyes. Eyes that were trying to tell me something, but I couldn't quite tell what exactly.

I was bad at mouth reading, imagine reading eyes, the ones that speak the most -- those who unbury the hidden. I couldn't put the pieces together, but one thing was sure:

I had feelings for him.

I wasn't still sure what those feelings were, but he was important to me. Although he had kissed me without any sign of interest before, or as though I think, I felt this was likewise.

Or I wanted it to be.

He always joked around, but I wasn't sure if that was enough to say if he was interested. It was never enough to show someone your love, definitely not when that person was seeing someone else.

I needed to tell Abby about it, maybe she could help me sort and put the puzzle together in order to make the right decisions. I was never really the person who connects to her feelings, it was others who I thought about first.

Getting up on my feet, I walked over to my closet, picking out a few dresses I had. I was never a fan of dresses, but they suited me well. I examined their texture, designs, and lengths, trying to decide the formal dress Xavier was looking for.