Olivia's POV
"Did you tell him?" Charlotte asks me.
"I told him yes about making out." I say.
"Yay! You didn't chicken out." Jamie says.
"I also winked at him when we said goodbye to each other after math."
"You didn't?" Jamie asks.
I smile.
"She did." Charlotte says.
"Do you guys think I should do more or leave it?" I ask them.
"Absolutely do more." Jamie says.
"Step it up a notch." Charlotte says.
"By doing?" I say.
"Make him feel uncomfortable, but in a good way. If that makes any sense to you." Charlotte tells me.
"Okay, I think I know what to do."
"What are you going to do?" Jamie asks.
"It's a secret."
"Whatever, tell us." She says.
"No! I'm not telling you guys."
"And she shouldn't have to until after it happens." Charlotte says.
"You'll know whenever I tell you." I tell them before getting in my car.
"Bye." They both say as I leave and head home.
About fifteen minutes later, I'm home.
"Hey honey." I hear my mom say as I walk inside.
"Hi mom." I say as I set my stuff down and head into the kitchen.
"How was school?"
"Same as always mom."
"Boring other than the times you're hanging out with your friends."
"Yes. So tonight I was going to go out with a couple of friends to the movies. Is that alright with you?" I say sitting down on one of the bar stools that we have.
"It's fine with me, just as long as you're back before curfew."
"I will be mom and thanks!" I say leaving the kitchen heading for my room.
*bzzt* *bzzt*
"Hey what time are we meeting at the mall?" Charlotte's text message reads.
"About eightish. I won't be there until a little after eight."
"Okay, I was just wondering."
"K"
After texting Charlotte, I go through my closet to find an outfit for tonight. "Hmmm, how about this and these shorts and how about these shoes." I say aloud while pulling out a nice light blue top, black high-waisted shorts, and light blue Toms.
"Time to shower." I say before heading into my own bathroom.
"Honey, don't you have work tonight?" I hear my mom call from downstairs.
"No mom." I say walking out of my bathroom, room, and over to the stairs. Don't worry I'm fully clothed still.
"Why not?" She asks.
"I quit remember."
"Oh yeah, it totally slipped my mind Olivia. You should get another one though."
"I will mom, maybe next week." I say before walking back into my room and into my bathroom.
Abel's POV
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Подростковая литератураOlivia and Abel have been friends every since third grade. Liv was in third, but Abel was in fourth. They always looked out for each other. Through their relationships. The good ones and the bad ones. Now they are in high school. Liv's a junior and...
