Impractical (1)

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She turned away from him, her heart breaking with each step as she approached the front door.  Wiping her tears on the back of her hand, she pulled the door open to see the curly haired girl stepping up to the doormat, "Olivia, you're home!" She hummed uncomfortably, saying with a forced smile, "Is everything alright?" 

"Of course," Olivia muttered, her blood fuming with anger toward the woman that was once her friend, "Come inside!" She shook her head, trying to make her voice sound cheerful, "What brings you to our lovely home?" She asked, stressing the pronoun as she opened the door completely and welcomed her inside. 

"I --." She shrugged her shoulders uncomfortably, but stood proudly in her shoes as her eyes locked on Brian at the center of the room, "I just stopped by to visit." His eyes were blood shot and locked on the ground in front of him, his mind completely aware of the chaos that was unfolding. 

"Fantastic!" Curly could hear the forceful sarcasm behind her tone as she spoke, saying, "Sit down, make yourself comfortable!" Olivia motioned toward the couch that Brian had been resting on when she entered and Curly slowly stepped forward. He looked up for a moment as she passed, his eyes locking on hers as she fell to sit at the corner of the couch, "Brian, I'll get you that sweet tea you asked for," He immediately turned away from the curly haired girl, his panicked eyes locking on Olivia. 

"I never asked for a --." 

"Nonsense," Olivia growled with a forced smile on her lips, her eyes killing him, "I'm sure you two can think of something to talk about while I'm gone." Olivia walked into the kitchen clenching her fists at her side as she stepped out of sight to calm her nerves. 

She could hear them whispering as she quickly poured a glass of tea, "You need to leave." She heard Quinn whispering as she entered and forced a smile on her lips. 

She approached the paused man at the center of the room as if she hadn't heard and pretended to trip, purposely spilling the tea over his bare chest, "Woops." She said with a shrug, not trying to sound genuine as she glared up at him, "Is that cold?" She asked him, an angry smirk on her lips, "You should probably put more clothes on." 

She could see the aggravation that spread across his features as the drink spilled down his chest, but it vanished instantly as he met her angry glance. He turned away hesitantly, his eyes glancing over Curly before he began to walk. Olivia waited until she heard the bedroom door shut before looking back to see Curly, "So," The woman shifted in her seat, but somehow looked confident in her place, "How have you been?" 

"Why are you here?" 

"That's funny," Curly hummed, her eyes accepting the challenge, "Brian asked me the same question last night after inviting me over." 

"I have always considered you a friend," Olivia growled, watching as the woman bounced to stand on her feet, slightly strutting forward, "What is all this about?" She asked, her voice breaking, "I told you I was with Brian! Why would you come here?" 

"He never mentioned being with you," She shrugged, saying with a smirk, "He seemed quite ready to have me spend the night on top of him." 

"What's wrong with you?" Olivia asked, her eyes wide as Curly continued to shrug off the issue, "Accept defeat, Brian chose me!" 

"Did he?" She asked, a slight chuckle behind her voice, "Olivia, he called me." 

"You want him?" Olivia asked, taking a deep breath to regulate the anger that boiled in her blood, "Is there anything you wouldn't do?" 

"I'm chasing what I want," Curly shrugged, telling her, "You should have chosen Sal." 

"You should have left Brian alone!" Olivia exclaimed, growling, "He doesn't want you, so why keep trying?"