Trial Of Hearts: (game on) 🤍

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Olivia

I guess I was always too caught up in homework to notice what was going on around school.

Or around me, in general.

Our school society is pretty famous for its never ending drama, but I have never been a part of it.

Until recently.

At one point, unfortunately, it did catch up with me and because I was naive and sheepish, I gave in.
I let others dictate my actions.

And by the time I have realized what I've gotten myself into, it was way too late.

It all started when I was at my late 15.

The daughter of the mighty Elizabeth Hale, there wasn't much I lacked in life. I had the money, the opportunities, got along almost suspiciously well with my three brothers, did great in school as well...

It never occured to me that I need to worry that much about my looks or if boys would like me ...
I was too busy with my homework, my hobbies, extra curriculums, taking piano lessons...

I wanted to apply for a good college, preferably arts and music.

However, that dream died the moment I got sucked into the Game.

I had heard the rumors before, but honestly, I had no interest in playing games.
I was a good girl, quiet, I didn't like parties.
Or any social activities involving drinking and hooking up.

I was aware that no matter how rich you are, if you are a little overweight, with bad skin, big round glasses and married to your books, you are automatically excluded from the circle of the cool kids.

I was fine with that, really. It was okay. I was happy in my pink bubble, daydreaming all the time, I didn't feel deprived of anything.

Until the boy of my dreams walked in right through my front door one day, and all of a sudden my happy bubble bursted, overwhelmed by all of the emotions that he awoke in me.

For the first time in my life I was that hung up on someone.

From the very first moment I laid my eyes on him, he was all I could think about.

His baby blue eyes, shaded by light brown hair that turned golden in the sun.
His god-like body.
Yup, my hormones were going crazy and I was obsessed.

His name? Cole Weston Blue.

At the time - the baddest boy in our town. Talanted, handsome, hard working, beats other bad boys up in his free time. He was the dream of every girl in high school. The more I learned about him, the more I obsessed over his life.

How could I not like him?

The reality, however, was much more cruel - I was 15 and he was almost 19 at the time, transfered to our school in the very last moment only so he could get his diploma.

He didn't aplly for college, though, but opened a small auto repair shop downtown right after graduation, where he currently worked with his brother Christopher.