Under the Bridge

chapter forty one-"replace the water in the fountain with vodka"

LIAM'S FACE IS COVERED IN a thin layer of dark stubble. It feels rough against my skin, and to be honest, it's kind of hot. The two of us just woke up, and we're just laying here, looking at each other, and entanglement of limbs. His eyes are barely open, and his voice is raspy and low. 

"Olivia." The way this morning's tone changes his words, and makes each one send shivers down my spine. When he says my name, my breath almost hitches. There's also the fact that his hand is dangerously low on my back, but I don't move. 

"Hm?" I respond. 

"I had a dream about you." He mutters, smiling. 

I raise my eyebrows and curl my lips a bit. "What happened in it?" I ask. 

He chuckles. "I don't think you want to know." 

I blush and shove him playfully. "I can't stand you sometimes." I tease, tugging off the sheets and crawling out of bed. I really don't want to be awake, but class is a necessity. 

"School doesn't start for an hour, why are you even awake?" He grumbles. 

I roll my eyes. "I have to get ready, not all of us can throw on a leather jacket and be done." I say, grabbing my wide-toothed comb off of the bookshelf and running it through my hair. 

"Wake me up in half an hour," Is all he says. 

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"Okay but if we replaced all of the water in the fountain with vodka, they would probably have to taste it to know that it wasn't normal, and people don't usually do that, right?" Those are the first words I hear from Miles' mouth as I approach Liam's table with Hope at my side. 

She looks down at me skeptically

The rest of them glance over at us, expectantly. 

"Olivia, you're smart. Weigh in on this. How long would it take for the school to realize that the water in that fancy fountain at the front was actually alcohol?" Andrea asks, drumming her fingers on the table. 

I shrug. "I mean, I think they would probably catch you in the act of doing it. There's security cameras at the perimeter of the school." 

"This is all theoretical, none of us actually have the means to do it. If we ignore the pretext, the likelihood of them discovering anything is slim, don't you think?" Miles adds as I take a seat next to Liam, who is rolling his eyes.

"It's nice to see you Hope, I'm sorry about them." Liam says, laughing. He sets a hand on my knee under the table, and I smile. 

Hope just quietly laughs. "I'm Hope." She says, looking around at everyone. 

"I'm Miles, and that's Andrea. Are you the friend that met Sam?" Miles says, leaning over the table. 

Liam laughs. "Sam brought up Olivia's friend?" He says, looking over at the two of us. 

"You're surprised? Sam tries to fuck everything that breathes." Miles comments.

I recall how he flirted me when we met and join in on the chorus of chuckles. Sam's not a bad looking guy, but he was pretty obnoxious. 

"Sam has never once tried to get with me." Andrea grins, taking a drink of her water. "Should I be offended?" 

Miles and Liam laugh. "He did at the beginning, but I think you were too busy fucking Liam to notice." 

Liam and I exchange awkward glances, and then I look over at an oblivious Hope. 

"Can you lay off Miles?" Liam asks, leaning back a little bit in his seat and narrowing his eyes.