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Yes. This is another one of those cliche bad boy novels.
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When the school's notorious bad boy returns for yet, another year of high-school, Olivia Doll vows to stay away from h...
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September 16, 2016
He slid the bowl of mint chocolate chip ice cream into my direction, an impassive glare on his face.
I avoided eye-contact with him, not wanting to feel the whole he was burning into my forehead. I know I messed up, and the last thing I wanted right now was to hear that from him.
I picked up the spoon that laid diagonally across the bowl, lightly twirling it around in a circle. I quickly glanced back up at him, a sigh escaping my lips due to the fact he was still glaring.
"I'm sorry-"
"Are you insane?" He asked, looking at me as if I were the stupidest person he's ever met before. "Why would you put yourself in that situation?"
"It was only supposed to be two minutes." I dropped the spoon, beginning to rub my tired eyes. I was exhausted, tipsy, and shaken up. All I wanted to do was sleep.
"Do you not know anything about Dezerae? She's a lying, manipulative bitch." He stated, opening my freezer and tossing the ice cream tub back into it.
"Aren't you two friends?"
"Yes." He nodded, "And that's how I know that. Stay away from her, Olivia, she's bad news."
I rolled my eyes. Funny how he thinks he can make those decisions for me. I haven't spoken to him since my brother left, and all of a sudden he's back in my life- but to rule it. I don't think so.
"You don't get to tell me who I can or cannot be friends with." I crossed my arms, flickering my eyes towards the swaying fern trees right outside my kitchen window. "You're not my father."
"Well, your father isn't here Olivia, so I guess I'll have to suffice."
This time, I glared at him. He new how much I loved and missed my father- so why would he bring him up like that? It's not like dad wanted to be away from us all the time. He only does it so we can live a good life- so we have food on the table, a roof under our heads, and clothes on our backs. He did everything for us, his kids. Maybe he hasn't always been there when I needed him, like yes, right now- but he does so much for me in general that I can't complain.
"I shouldn't have said that." He spoke up, noticing the way my eyes turned a shade of sadness. "I just- you could've been seriously hurt."
I began to toy with my ice cream again. Mint Chocolate Chip was my favorite, yet I still wouldn't eat it tonight. Maybe I'm just not in the mood to quench my stomach that growled uncontrollably. All I wanted, was to end this night. It's been shitty enough.
