Innocent People

Chapter 4 - Olivia

"Come on Mia! We're going to be late!...Again!"

Mia could hear her calling her from downstairs as she was shoving the last few things she had found on her desk into her bag. She rushed down the stairs with her bag in one hand and her book in the other and replied, "Once again, I'm sorry about that. How was I supposed to know that my mascara was going to be all...you know, "gooey"."

After she'd put on her blue denim pumps, Mia looked up and added, "Besides, we're not late. And even if we were you wouldn't be in any trouble because the only thing Mr. Matthews would say would be, "Why Miss Stone, did Miss Parker delay your travels again" in his cute British accent and you'd just blush and sit down while I get an ear full of how irresponsible I am and how I should be more like you and that I could learn a thing or two and blah, blah, blah. So I don't know what you're worried about!"

Katelyn blushed.

"See!", Mia said referring to Katelyn's reddening cheeks. "You're starting already!"

Laughing to themselves the two girls left the house, books and bags in hand, and headed towards the bus stop. "Do you think if I were interested in history as much as you are, that Mr. Matthews would like me more than he does now?", Mia asked rhetorically. Katelyn answered unsurely with a confused look on her face, "Probably?" "Wrong!", Mia stated, "He would still pick on me the same way he does now all the time and make the rest of the class chuckle to themselves. Then they would all continue to throw comments at me hinting at the fact that the cutest teacher ever doesn't like me and I would just carry on sitting silently thinking about how pathetic they all are and how they're all just jealous that he talks to me instead of them." Katelyn giggled. "It's true, and don't try to deny it!" "Mia, we have one history class together on Tuesday mornings and you only show up because you checked the wrong box at the beginning of the year!", Katelyn said half laughing. "It's not my fault that the history box wasn't even an inch away from the cooking box", Mia said, attempting to defend herself.

By the time the two girls had once again discussed the fact that Mia never had any idea what was going on, they could already see Olivia waiting for them.

"Look who decided to show up after all!",  they heard a voice calling sarcastically as they approached the already crowded bus stop.

"I was starting to think Parker may actually have had a make-up emergency!"

Mia rolled her eyes and continued walking in her direction.

"Morning Olivia", Katelyn said, chuckling in response to her comment.

"Morning Kate."

Olivia looked over at Mia and added, "What?! No good morning?"

"Oh, I'm sorry", Mia replied in a sarcastic tone, obviously not sorry at all, "Good morning Miss Olivia. How has this wonderful day been treating you so far?"

"See?! That wasn't too hard, was it?", Olivia said patting Mia playfully on the back and smiling. "And my day just got a little better. Thank you for asking."

Mia just stood there and glared at Olivia with the look she had seen so often before.

The two of them had always had a bit of a strange friendship but it had worked for them so far and they weren't about to change anything. They had met in elementary school, where they had also met Katelyn, and even back then people could tell that Mia and Olivia weren't going to let each other go anytime soon. They had also both taken a liking to Katelyn and this strengthened their friendship even more. Olivia and Mia sat only two seats away from each other in their classroom and it all started with Olivia's constant paper-ball-throwing at Mia. Katelyn sat between them and since then had always been the fence between the two. Mia also lived next door to Katelyn, so the two of them had seen each other almost every day for as long as either of them could remember and Olivia only lived a few streets away but it wasn't anymore than a five minute walk or a minutes bike ride away. Obviously they had each gained a few friends since them but the three of them were still as thick as thieves.