Love is Lame

chapter three

HARRYS POV

Monday morning in literature Olivia walked in ten minutes before class started holding a cup of coffee. She looked stunning in a black skirt that fell to her lower thighs and fishnet tights and a long sleeve pale pink V neck. She made brief eye contact with me before sitting down and saying hello to Chris, but nothing to me.

"Happy Monday, Liv," I offered her. "You look gorgeous."

She looked at me and I could tell she was trying not to laugh. "Don't call me that," She demanded.

"What? Liv or gorgeous?" I smirked. Chris was probably very confused sitting between us.

"Liv." She finally let go and giggled as Mr. Parker walked into the room.

"Okay gorgeous." Chris smacked my arm as if not to mess with her, but I know my limits. Olivia shot me a look but she looked so cute when she did it.

The lecture started and I couldn't pay attention. I watched Olivia play with the hem of her shirt, so innocently and gently with her little fingers. It's weird how someone who's classified as 'badass' could look so precious doing such a simple gesture.

She lifted her arms to stretch and I saw a black mark on her inner wrist. It's a tattoo. Of a ying yang.

With her tan skin, the black color mixed perfectly with her personality. Strong but falling apart. It surprised me when I saw the scars on her arms. Thank The Lord they were scars. I don't want anyone hurting her, even herself.

When I found out she didn't care when her dad died, I knew something was up. I am a psychology major, remember. I wish she'd talk to me, at least a little bit.

My thoughts were interrupted with Mr. Parker telling us class was dismissed. I stood up as Chris quickly left and Olivia was gathering her things. I stood next to her, thinking of an excuse.

"What?" She said to me coldly.

Why is she acting like this? Why does she act like she doesn't know me? "I uh, I was wondering if I could take you to get coffee or something." I suggested.

"My next class is in an hour," She said. I looked at her with my eyebrows arched as for her to continue. She hadn't said no yet. "I guess," She breathed. I smiled as she stood up and fixed her skirt, walking out of the classroom not caring if I was behind her. I love that.

I pointed to where I was parked and she kept walking towards my car. We walked silently and I knew she must be freezing in her skirt and thin shirt, I wish I could hold her till she's warm. I unlocked the door and she climbed in, somehow edgy.

"You do look gorgeous today." I commented, turning the cat on.

She looked out the window and I saw a small smile. "Thanks."

"I didn't know you had a tattoo," I said, looking at her wrist.

"I have three."

"Where?" I asked. I want to know. I don't want to make small talk, I want to know about her. Not the shortened version, either.

She showed me the ying yang and pointed to it. She turned around in her seat and lifted her shirt up so I saw her the back of her lacy bra, and a tattoo of an eighth note under it. She knew she was teasing me as she smirked and pulled her shirt down.

"And the other one is under my boob." She said, carelessly.

"Are you showing me that one too?" I joked, pulling out of campus.

"Not today." She smirked. And now I was dying to know what the tattoo said.

OLIVIAS POV

We pulled into a little local café and I began opening my door, but Harry's hand slapped mine. "That's my job." He said. When my door opened I stepped into the cold and right into the warm cozy café.