The Shattered// E.D G.D

Olivia and...Oliver? Pudding advised

< Sidelines- Wallows>

(I don't wanna know)
Who you'll be taking with you tonight
I know I drew the line
Can we erase it?

<Friends - Chase Atlantic>

What the hell were we?
Tell me we weren't just friends
This doesn't make much sense
But I'm not hurt, I'm tense

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MY FINGERS PLAYED WITH THE SHINNING KNIFE, my eyes darker in the mirror as I my lips slowly curved up into a smirk. "She's gonna pay." I said in a groveling tone. "For all the shit she put me through," the rings felt tighter around my fingers as the beaming light seemed to become brighter.

"And...CUT!" Becky screamed, slapping her palms together and springing up from her homemade creaky director's chair. "That was amazing, Ethan! I honestly didn't think you would do that, mostly cause you're...like...all intimidating and scary." Her golden eyes met mine, a meek smile on her lips. "But anyways, that was hot and now I have to go edit that!" She dashed from the room, then quickly backtracked, walking back into the room and tossing the twenty dollars she promised to pay me if I did this stupid acting thing for her.

She left again, leaving me alone in the empty and quiet Arts room. I haven't been in this room much, mostly because I didn't know it existed. Especially at this school—the school that a teacher fucking tossed away one of my papers because I doodled a tiny thing on it. Okay, maybe that doodle was a dick flipping off the teacher, but whatever.

Pulling off the rings that Becky forced me to wear, I set them on the window sill. Stretching my back and yawning, my craving for pudding became worse and worse.

For the past two weeks, my craving for that chocolate goodness has been like...insatiable. I'm pretty sure I've gained thousands of pounds just because of those cups, but I can't help it. Stress is consuming and the thought of Olivia in my head all the time becomes too much sometimes and all I can to relieve it is to eat that heaven in a cup.

I was about the exit the small room full of easels and art supplies, when my attention was caught by a flyer on the wall.

It was a flyer with a drawing of a girl on it, her eyes up to the ceiling and water dripping down her hair. Her lips were oddly red, the most brightest thing out of the grey painted picture, her one hand gripping her scalp and the other around her neck. In the bottom corner of the flyer, the signature was messy but in bold black, "Oliver Keaton" it read. Overlapping with the drawing, it said "6PM walter's art museum welcomes everyone to view new artist showcases February 15th. 5 dollar entry fee."

Something was familiar about the picture, but I just couldn't pin it to an idea and figure it out. Shaking off the odd feeling, I walked passed it and out the door. Strolling down the hallway and into the sea of people, I noticed that not many things have changed even though the dramatics of my life has.

Like, even though Cynthicunt and I broke up, I still sit with the same group of guys I did for the past year. Things are awkward between us and she hates my guts, she refuses to change lunch tables out of pride or some shit like that. And just because I have this new found level of attraction towards Olivia, doesn't mean that Quinten won't still be a weird ass and walk around the school hallways with orange suspenders just because he can. And even though Justin and I have to endure one another simply because I have an odd need to be around Olivia all the time and he's a clingy bitch to her, doesn't mean that the world has stopped spinning on its axis.