She's First [gxg]

1. Best Friends

"Please, don't cry. Why don't you smile, you see, like this?" I put both of my index fingers into the sides of my mouth, pulled and stuck my tongue out to her.

And that's when I got it. That gorgeous smile that I hadn't seen since her brother was diagnosed with schizophrenia and sent to a mental hospital thousand of miles away.

"Liv, how could I live without you?" she said with a rare chuckle. She lifted herself from the mulch on the playground she was lying on and embraced me. Hot tears spilled from her eyes onto the crook of my neck.

I whispered soothing words in her ear and I felt her lose the wound-up tension she had.

"Best Friends For Life, right Liv?" She looked straight into my eyes and I felt her hold on me pulling out the words I was going to say in the first place.

"Of course, Christina. BFFLs."

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Time ticked by as I thought of this moment in my 8th period English class. Though it was a nice concept, Best Friends for Life, but as soon as we left 8th grade and headed for the same high school, we grew apart. It got to the point where we didn't even acknowledge each other in the halls. Actually, our school is so huge that I've only seen her in the halls once or twice these past three years, and I never had a class with her, ever. Weird, huh?

I was honestly not okay with it. Yes, I had gotten new best friends since then. Their names were Tara and Sylvia. I met them 9th grade on orientation day and we had been friends ever since. I love them to death, but I never let them call me Liv, or anyone for that matter, not even the little boyfriends I've had here and there.

That was reserved only for one person.

Now it was my senior year of high school and I was ready to finish it all. You see, I've always thought myself as smart, and apparently so did everyone else, so several colleges have already evaluated me for their Pre-Med school. Schools such as Princeton, Yale, and I was even in the running for a Rhode Scholarship. But am I actually going to be number one this year? Or maybe I'll just be a lowly salutatorian... Oh my gosh what if I'm below the top ten?! What if I'm number 11? Oh my go---

"Olive! Olive, Olive, OLIVE!" I finally derailed my train of thought. I looked up to see the perpetrator, finding that it was no other than my best friend Tara. Her long, dirty blonde hair swished while her pink lips pursed out at me. "I swear, Olive, I've been calling your name for hours, well, minutes, but you get the idea. How do you daydream so damn much?"

"The same way you talk so damn much. Uhm, so, I'm guessing from the lack of people, we're either in the computer lab, or the last bell rung for today. Please tell me it was the last bell of the day." I was done with today. It's November, and I was ready for Thanksgiving already. Sadly, it was only the beginning of the month and Thanksgiving seemed a lifetime away.

"It was the last bell. God, Olive, I swear in a past life you were an air balloon."

I chuckled and said, "So is that a nice way of calling me an airhead?"

For confirmation I got a light punch on the shoulder. After I gathered up all my school stuff, I got up and Tara hooked me by the arm. I'm guessing she had walked over to my class, which was right next to hers, because I'm pretty sure I had been asleep for a while.

We sauntered out of the classroom, twirling and spinning, with the teacher looking at us like we were mental hospital escapees. I think I heard her mutter "...deranged kids..."

As soon as Tara and I left her classroom, we looked at each other, and after a second we burst out laughing.

"Oh my gosh, oh my gosh!" Tara said between breaths. "Ms. Faust is so full of it sometimes!"

"Her eyes were about to pop out of her head!"

"Haha I know!" Honestly, out of my two best friends, Tara was my favorite. I'm not saying I love Sylvia less, but when I hang out with Tara, we click a lot better. Tara and I even have a secret handshake that we do only by ourselves, as in, without Sylvia.

"Hey, Tara, where's Sylvia?"

"RIGHT HERE OLIVE PIE!" My head snapped forward from Tara and locked onto a light-skinned mixed girl with auburn hair, barreling like a bullet towards us.

I felt like a matador as I pushed Tara and I backwards into the lockers behind us while Sylvia tripped over her own shoes.

We started laughing uncontrollably to the point in which our stomachs started hurting and we had to hold our sides. Well, that was until she didn't get up. "Sylvia...?"

We kneeled down in front of her. Sylvia then popped her head up and screamed, "BOO!"

We blinked at Sylvia and kept stoic frowns on our faces, looking at her in disbelief. We all stood up and started walking again, with Sylvia trailing behind Tara and I in a peeved-off mood.

Sylvia always was finding new ways to scare the living crap out of us, whether it was silly stupid stunts like these or having her dad wear a clown mask and pop out at us as we left the bathroom. Sometimes, like this one, Tara and I could predict it, but most of the time I scream like a banshee because of how much of a scaredy cat I am. I swear, I'm still scared of certain Scooby-Doo Episodes, like that Zombie Island one where every creepy crawly thing arises from the ground and it just gives me the chills and makes me want to plunge my brain into bleach to clean it of everything.

I was shocked out of another daydream by a hit to my chest. I yelped as I fell backwards and my arm unhooked with Tara's.

I quickly recovered from the initial shock, and then leaped up to pounce on the person who bumped into me. I could hear Tara and Sylvia's muffled laughs behinds me, but I was too focused on bitching out the person who bumped into me. I wouldn't take this shit from a lower classman, so without even directly looking at the person who was still on the floor, I started my maniacal rant.

"First of all, look where the hell you're going. What if I would have had a drink in my hand, or worse, food?! do you know how hard it is to get stains out of cashmere swea---"

"If I'll be damned, look who finally got a backbone."

I felt a hot chill run through my body and I could feel it down to my fingertips. I cocked my head up and rolled my eyes to the ceiling, not wanting the voice to be who I thought it was. My fingers flexed and contracted into fists and my toes curled in order to brace myself from the shock I was about to receive I sighed and looked forward, confirming my original guess.

My eyes once my former best friend, Christina, over to see how much she's changed these past few years.

Needless to say, I was starstruck.

Those same clear blue eyes once filled with innocence were now sharp with knowledge and daring me to say something. She had slimmed out considerably and was had a gorgeous, slender frame. Her face was still as perfect as ever, with her slightly upturned nose and with minimal makeup only around her eyes. Her short pixie cut hair, that was jet black with bright red tips, framed her face perfectly. Christina's lips were red like roses, curled up at the edges in her classic smirk I knew so well.

"Liv, I'm not food, don't stare at me like you want to eat me."

"Olive!" I heard Tara scream, "Why does she get call you Liv, and we can't? Olive! OLIVE!"

And that's when I promptly blacked out.

HEY GUYS! Damn, long chapter! Sorry for my tendency to cuss, it's an addiction I should probably go to rehab for.

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