The Game Changer

Chapter 15

Hello, guys!!! Okay heads up, this chapter won't be a 'feels' galore kind of chapter. I still hope you guys enjoy it, nonetheless. :)

Dedicating this chapter to @Amy_TW! Thank you for all your help + support + everything else! I don't know what I'd do without you haha! Looking forward to brainstorming with you in the future. :)

Remember in the last chapter, where Rissey and Ian were fighting in the library and Ian suddenly realized he was probably wrong? Well, yeah, I found a GIF that reminded me of Ian! :D Check out the panel at the side to see! Credits to the owner. :)

Enjoy! xoxo

Chapter 15

I lost track of my time in the studio. Luckily enough, the owner opens the studio for public use on weekends - for a fee of course. I whipped out my credit card, which I promised to use only on emergencies. Call me a diva, but this one counts as an emergency. I needed to get my mind off things; to shake off the bad morning I just had.

The more I danced, the more I loosened up. The more I loosened up, the more petty the screaming match I had with Ian seemed. Then again, I didn't get why he was so upset and why he practically called me a prostitute or something similar. It was such a small and personal thing, and it should have been between Noah and I. Also, it's not like anything happened. Noah, despite the short time we've been together, has become a close friend; nothing more. I also hated the effect he had on me. I literally wanted to smack myself in the face for the way I've been reacting around him. This isn't you, Rissey. Wake up.

After a while, I got tired of thinking so much I decided to take a break and sit. I used my sleeve to wipe off the sweat on my brow as I sat down on the floor. I rummaged through my bag for my phone, only to remember that I left it under my pillow at Ian's house. I rolled my eyes, annoyed at myself for the nth time today. That's when I saw it and remembered it was there. Sitting at the bottom of my enormous bag was a white folder. I huffed and blew a chunk of hair away from my face before reaching in and grabbing the damned thing.

I opened it and found a big red x mark on the first page, Olivia number one. I flipped through the pages until I found the page where the second Olivia's address would be. Before I even had the chance to over-think it, I gathered my things and got up. I thank the heavens that I did not stumble as I sprinted towards Noah's car. I quickly tried to work the GPS on his car. Looks like an hour or so away, give or take. I turned up the radio and kept driving.

As I drove, I couldn't stop thinking Ian. I couldn't stop thinking about how he looks when he's asleep or the way he looks when he's thinking. I thought of how he clutches his stomach and throws his head back when he laughs. I couldn't stop thinking about how he looks so much better and younger when he was happy. But then again, I couldn't shake the way he looks when he's furious or upset. I swear, he's like a child! All he does is throw tantrums. And make me feel special. And throw more tantrums.

I stopped by a coffee shop to get myself a latte before continuing on my journey. After about half an hour, I reached my destination. I took a deep breath and looked at my reflection on the rear view mirror. I tied my hair up again, and fixed the rest of my clothes. I had to at least look presentable. I took another deep breath and hopped out of the car. I took my time, walking slowly toward the front door. I'd have to say that so far, this was the part I hated the most.

I knocked thrice and waited 40 agonizing seconds before someone opened the door - yes, I counted.

"Hi, may I help you?" a woman with blonde hair asked. She looked young enough to be my mom, which scared me.

"I'm looking for Olivia Moore," I said, my voice cracking.

"Hi, I'm Olivia. Is something wrong?"