call me demi // miss lovato

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Olivia's POV

"Mom, I'm walking to school now!" I yell up the stairs to my mother who's probably coating on her makeup for the day.

I've always tried to figure out who she gets so dressed up for, everyday she spends at least an hour doing her hair and makeup, not to mention the endless amount of different outfits she keeps in her wardrobe. All to just sit behind her desk and answer calls.

"Okay sweetie! Walk safely and don't be late!" She returns with the same volume I previously did.

Rolling my eyes in the process, I walk out of the front door, closing it behind me and starting my walk to school.

My parents have always been so uptight about my education.

Sending me to a private school with strict rules about our behaviour and grades. There was a time in freshman year when I was too sick to hand in an essay on the due day so the school decided it would be best to have a two hour meeting about how I'm not taking my education seriously. To which both my parents agreed and I was grounded for just over a week.

I was fucking sick. What was I supposed to do?

Thank god we're one of the only private school to not have a uniform, even though the school is still strict on the amount of skin we show, its better than a uniform none the less.

As I approach the school I notice how cool the autumn air was, it normally doesn't get this cold in Dallas, Texas around this time but luckily I didn't forget to throw my hoodie into my bag before I left.

"Hey Charlie," I greet my closest friend, Charlotte and I have been beside each other through thick and thin since freshman year. I've been there for her the numerous times her dad has been deployed for work in the Army and she's had no one to turn to.

And she's been there for me when my parents have fought non stop about the dumbest of things even when they continuously try to reassure me that 'we still love each other Liv, we're just going through some things.'

Anyway, let's get out of that sad ass topic and focus on the thing that matters right now; what teachers do I have this year?

It might not be a big thing for everyone else but for me it means more than the actual subject. If I have a teacher that I don't like, or doesn't like me, I can guarantee that I'll fail my senior year.

"We have to get to class." Charlie brings me out of my thoughts. I look at the time on my phone and then back up to Charlie with a confused expression on my face.

"We don't have class for another 10 minuets." I state, wondering if her brain had fried over holidays. Instead, she sends me an annoyed look.

"No, dipshit. If you'd been paying attention you would have realised that we have homeroom before first period so that we can get our time table." She stares at me after her little ramble, "Unless of course, you want to go to your first class now without your timetable?" She grins at her own sarcasm like she's proud of it.

"Shut up." I roll my eyes and start walking to my own locker. "Just because you have a boy friend now doesn't mean you can get all sarcastic with me." I joke, knowing that both topics don't link up in the slightest.

Now it's her turn to roll her eyes at me, clearly blushing at the mention of her lover. "Olivia, I won't hesitate to hit you with these." She raises up her books and sends me a threatening look, "Hurry up we're gonna be late."

"Okay, okay." I close my locker and give my books to Charlie so I can put my hoodie on. I take back my books and smirk, "Lover girl," I laugh at the embarrassed glare she sends me and turning around, I quickly run to my homeroom before she has a chance to hit me.