Super-Duper long chapter, since we haven't updated for AGES.
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I lay in my bed, bitting my nails.
"What's wrong, love?" My mother asked me, sitting on the edge of the bed.
"Nothing's wrong." I shrug, and then I go downstairs and grab a bowl of cereal for breakfast.
I hardly slept last night, all I was thinking about is what was wrong with Olivia.
I walked to my wardobe and groaned at the clothes. I didn't have to look too nice, no one looked at me, they looked at Olivia - but it's still nice to put in effort.
I put on a black strappy top, and dark denim jeans. I stared at myself in the mirror, and realised I looked too slutty. The top was low-cut and tight across my chest. And my jeans were clinging to my legs, uncomfortabley.
I shook the thoughts from my head and tied my hair into a messy plait, slapping on abit of foundation. I grabbed a grey hoodie and my brown satchel, and walked out the red front door.
Olivia's waiting for me in the car, as usual, like nothing happened. She's even smiling.
I walked over to the car, relief flowing through me.
Then I saw her red eyes under her sunglasses, and froze. I decided not to say anything; she didn't want me to know, and I had to accept that.
"I'm so tired, I didn't sleep at all last night." Olivia whined, as we stopped at the traffic light.
"Me neither, I was too busy worrying.." I mutter, wishing I hadn't of said anything.
"About what?" She smiled, looking straight ahead
. "You." I whisper, saying it so quietly I wouldn't of known I said if her expression didn't change, and her smile didn't fade.
"Don't be silly!" She laughed, not quite meeting my eyes.
"You look nice today. Dolling up for Dimitri, are we?" She winked, nudging me.
Car hornes blared as the light changed.
"Obviously not. I love you for saying I look nice, but we all know no one looks at me. Just you, they always do." I tell her, a little too sharply than I wanted to. We drove in silence the rest of the way. And then I saw it..
"How'd you get those?"
"What do you mean?" Olivia said, quickly pulling her long sleeve back down.
"Those cuts on your wrist Olivia" I dead panned back,
"My cute Snoozy of course" She replied, cheerily, we both knew she was lying.
Snoozy her furry ball of fluff was the most laziest and cuddles cat anyone could ever know.
"I wish you'd stop lying to me" I replied quietly.
"Would you just get off my case!!"
The silence in the car was life a knife stabbing me slowly. My best friend just shouted at me, the only girl who had ever been there for me. It depressed me that she felt she couldn't talk to me about these types of things.
"Could you pull over, I feel like walking to school" I said, awkwardly.
She silently nodded and pulled up to the footpath.
