I'm Gone But You're Still Here

Chapter 7

The class was a boring, dull room filled by chatting among the students and the droning voice of the teacher. She'd given up a while ago to try and quiet down the swarm of teenagers. Olive did, however, take down notes and half-listened. Her attention was drawn away from the droned voice when she noticed a pair of hazel eyes starring at her. She found this odd, quickly whipping her head around, eyes connecting for a split second. The strange girl that was once starring, now smiled before focusing back to the front. Olive almost smiled back, but lost the opportunity. Biting the inside of her cheek, she gave a hard stare to the desk, obviously in disappointment.

The ear peircing bell rung once again.

Why is that so damn loud...

Ran through her mind as she began to shove her supplies in her backpack. She caught sight of the hazel eyes again, but starring off in another direction. Giving up on this chance of socialism, she took a few strides infront of the girl, passing her by. The girl, however, was curious of Olive. Throwing around the idea of following Olive, the girl concluded that she'd leave her alone, for now.

Olive roughed out the next few classes, once again, only half-listened through them. Her journey to lunch was a series of shoving and pushing through a congested hallway. Eager teenagers were ruthless.

She soon made her way to the cafeteria. The food didn't seem very appetizing, therefore she took out a coke she'd thrown in her bag. No tables seemed to be empty, completely empty that is. Most were sprinkled with groups of friends, others, full blown crowds consuming the small table. Olive steered to outside, where a bench sat. The subtle quietness was ideal for Olive. It short lived when footsteps could be heard. She was about to roll her eyes and sigh in annoyance when she met a familiar pair of eyes.

"Hello." Her voice was cool, hesitation coated it. Olive was taken by surprise, "Hi." An uncomfortable silence followed for a few moments before the girl took over the conversation. After setting herself down next to Olive, she smiled intently. "I'm Valerie, are you new?" Olive shook her head, "No...I just don't interact much." Taking this opportunity she took a long sip of her drink. Valerie's eyes were eager to get a name out of Olive, which she noticed. "...and I'm Olive" she seemed satisfied,  "Well, nice to meet you Olive." "Nice to meet you too...Valerie." the conversation almost died, almost, but thankfully Valerie was determined to save it. "Mind if I hang around?" Not giving a clear reason for her sudden interest in Olive, Olive agreed and cooperated with the conversation.

A curious Valerie looked over at Olive, whom was taken by the view of teenagers indulging in stupid activities. "So, Olive," The zoned out girl glanced over, blinking a few times to clear her thoughts, "Yeah?", and that was it. That, was the conversation starter, that struck up the storm of nonsense that lead these two girls into a possible friendship. A simple, "What's your favorite color?" Lead to "How has your day been?" The questions endless, although it was a mere 30 minutes before their ears were killed once again by the bell, Olive could say she made a friend, or at least an acquaintance.

Something struck, Olive felt connected with this girl, in such a way she didn't want to leave without a promise of seeing this girl again.

"How 'bout we hang out again?" A nod given from Valerie, a smile granted with it.