Evelyn
"I'm not sitting at home again on a Friday night when I could be out and living life and maybe even sharin' saliva with Julian Holly." Olive complains in my ear as I pull the brush through my unruly curls.
"Then go."
"Alone?" She shrieks. "Of course not! What if I bump into Clarissa and she calls me out in front of the whole room like she did Teddy the other day?"
"What if she bumps into you sharing saliva with her boyfriend?" I ask, turning around and glaring at my too optimistic best friend. Olive laughs and sends a kiss my way. "No. I'm not going to that stupid party. Besides, I have to go to that rally tonight."
Olive stands from the seat next to my vanity and paces the room.
"You'd rather go to some hippie rally about saving the trees, like we don't already have enough, than go to one of the biggest high schools parties of the year?" She once again shrieks, making it impossible to hear the song that has just started playing.
"They are not hippie rallies Olly and yes. Actually, i'd rather babysit my little brother than go to that stupid party and we both know that's basically selling your soul to the devil."
"You're so dramatic." She sighs and collapses on my messy bed.
"I hang out with you too much." I drag some mascara across my eyelashes after giving up on my hideous hair.
"This is our senior year Evie. We need to do something special. We need to go out with a bang. How are we ever going to leave San Oboai High school with our heads held high if your head is so low in your weird murder books?"
"They're mysteries and I don't care how I leave that hell hole of a school, just as long as I leave." I say standing and reaching for my backpack off of my bed post, but Olive gets to it first.
"What if Matt will be there?" She asks and a menacing smile crosses her perfectly glossed lips. Olive is beautiful, has been since the sixth grade. Even though she claims we aren't popular, she gets all the attention that I don't. And I like it that way. Her perfect pale skin and her legs that go on for miles bring the most interesting stories and I envy the way her clothes fit on her body like they were made for her. She runs her manicured nails through her bright blond curls and wiggles her eyebrows at me. Her beautiful hair makes me lift my fingers to the lifeless and tangled mess I call my hair. My brown curls that hang all the way down to my hips are nothing to Olive's soft ringlets. I am brought out of my thoughts as my uncle yells for us to come get breakfast.
"I don't care if Matt goes." I say slipping my Chucks on and heading for the door.
"Yes you do! You love Matt."
"No, I do not Olivia. Besides, even if I did go, he wouldn't talk to me." I try to say casually, pushing my hair over my shoulder.
"Yes he would!"
"No he wouldn't."
"God! Just go to the damn party!" Olive exclaims as we round the corner.
"What party?" Christian, my uncle asks. He pushes a plate of bacon across the island.
"No party."
"Only the biggest party of the year." Olive sighs as she pulls out a seat at the island.
"I will not subject myself to a night of cheap liquor and the horny boys of San Obaioa High School.
"Ah, I remember all those high school parties. The weed, the sex."
"Ew." I roll my tired eyes.
"If it weren't for those parties, I would have never got through high school. Made me feel happy."
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Nine Months Until
Romansa"I hate you." "No you don't." I say softly. "I know." She barely says and lets the tears that have been resting on her bottom lashes spill over. I pull her into my chest and whisper nonsense into her messy hair. I ask the only question that hasn't b...
