A Silent Love

Chapter 9 : Oh my god I might have a friend

Olivia's POV

My eyes cracked open to see that my room was still shrouded in darkness. I glanced over at my clock that was sitting on my bedside table and immediately groaned. 

It was four in the morning. 

And I was completely and utterly awake. 

Normally, I set my alarm for seven o'clock because my first class is at eight, but the flashing lights from my alarm almost never wakes me up so my mother is forced to come wake me up minutes later and I am usually sprinting around my house trying to get ready. 

But now I have four hours until my first class starts and no hope of falling back to sleep. 

I don't want to admit that I'm excited to see Mason because that would be ridiculous, right? I mean, I make a total fool of myself in front of him and I practically run into him every time he's near me because of my stupid clumsiness. 

But it's just nice to have someone that cares about me, even in the smallest possible way. 

I don't think a single student has ever asked me if I was okay or even said anything to me since I've attended this school. 

So blame me for getting excited to see a person who actually wants to talk to me. 

With Mason's face fresh in my mind, I decided to jump in the shower and actually make an effort with my appearance today. I've never had a reason to dress up - not having any friends or acquaintances makes you reluctant to even get out of bed - but now I do. 

After spending almost an hour in the shower, I wrap myself in a fluffy white towel and start to dry my hair. 

When my hair is finally dried and silky smooth, I head out to my bedroom to pick out an outfit. I step into my closet and almost robotically reach for my oversized lifeguard sweatshirt, but resist the urge to pick the comfy piece of clothing and try to find something more appealing. 

As I search through old sweatshirts and shirts, I finally come across a cropped marbled sweater. I pluck it from the hanger and hold it up against my body. I nod to myself before I skip to my dresser and pull out a pair of high waisted distressed skinny jeans. 

I pull on the clothing and look at myself in the mirror, slightly surprised to say the least. Not only because of my reflection but because of my mother standing outside my door rubbing her eyes tiredly. 

Why are you up so early? She signs as she yawns. 

Couldn't sleep. I sign quickly back at her, not wanting to reveal what, or should I say who, was keeping me up. 

She just blinks at me disbelievingly before yawning again. Well, since you're up so early, I'll make you some breakfast. It'll be ready in fifteen. 

Okay! She turns around and heads down the hallway, walking towards the kitchen, I'm assuming. 

I turn back to the mirror and apply a tiny bit of mascara before braiding my hair to the side, patting down a few stray hairs. When I was finally pleased with my appearance, I walk into the kitchen to get some breakfast. 

My stomach grumbles loudly when my nose picks up on the delicious scent wafting from the kitchen. I follow the smell in a daze and see my mom flipping a chocolate chip pancake and smell bacon frying on a pan. 

I lick my lips before plucking a chocolate chip from the bag and popping it into my mouth. I hug my mom from behind and kiss her cheek as she continues to prepare my breakfast. 

You look beautiful, by the way. She signs without taking her eyes off the pancakes. I blush slightly, praying that she doesn't become suspicious of my lack of baggy clothes. She doesn't say anything for a bit, but then she signs with a smirk on her face, I bet whatever boy you're trying to impress will be in awe once he lays his eyes on you. My blush deepens and I turn my head away as she places my plate in front of me with a glass of chocolate milk. She simply squeezes my cheek before making a plate for her self.