His Number One

Prologue

Olivia

I clutched the pillow to my chest. I wasn't use to this. Normally, I never displayed my feelings, not in private or in public, but this time was different. This time I couldn't help but to display every emotion I was feeling. Sadness, anger, frustrations, and other mixed emotions. Both of my parents, my sisters, and my brother knocking on my door didn't help either. Their pleas for me to open the door, to let them in, to explain my being held up in my room for days, just made me want to cry more. It's almost normal for me to come home and go straight for my bedroom, but, now, I skip dinner, I skip everything that used to lure me outside of these four walls.

A tiny knock, barely audible, interrupted my thoughts. I tightened my grip around my pillow as my tear streaked face turned away from the ceiling and toward my window. Anywhere but my door. Someone jiggled the doorknob with some difficulty, so I knew it was my little sister, Cassidy, who was the only one who tried to open my door daily.

"Sissy?" Her small voice called in, slightly irritated. She didn't understand. "Open the door!"

I didn't reply. I couldn't reply. I turned my whole body toward my window, clutching my pillow tighter if that was possible. I heard my mom's voice, gently ushering my little sister away from my door. I heard my mom pick her up, and I could imagine Cassie's little frown.

"Let's leave your sister alone for today, okay?" My mom whispered, as they walked away.

"Why?" Cassie asked.

I didn't hear my mom's reply. I didn't want to hear it. I'm sure she figured out why I've been in here these past couple of weeks, why I've been ignoring them, why I've been sitting watching movies every weekend. Just imagining the answer to all those questions caused a fresh wave of tears to wash over me and cause me to allow my sadness to fully engulf me.

Him. He did this. I never knew I had fallen for him this much. Everything about him made me miss him although he is the reason I'm laying alone, in my room, on a Saturday. Him. The way his hair fell over his eyes when he didn't feel like styling it in its usual spiked-up way. The way his sleepy voice sounded over the FaceTime call every night. The way he was able to pick me up and twirl me around. The way his cologne smelled. The way he made sure to find out every little detail about me. The way he half smiled when he stared at me like he had the first time we met. Him.

I ripped my gaze from my window, and it fell on my phone that laid right next to me. I had an incoming call, the first one I had gotten in a week. I haven't been responding to any of them lately which is probably the reason why people have stopped trying to communicate with me through my phone. I turned off the sound to it, so I just watched as it rang on and on.

Bella.

My 15-year-old cousin. Only a year younger than me, but yet she knows everything. Even though she lives in Texas, and I live in California, I tell her almost everything. She, out of anyone, would understand me right now. I actually haven't even talked to her as much as I used to due to me getting into my now past relationship.

I sighed, and sat up. Leaning against the headboard of my bed, cradling my pillow in my lap. My hand hovered over my phone. It still rang. Was I ready to talk this over with someone and face reality?

Before it sent her to voicemail, I quickly tapped the green button and pressed the phone firmly to my ear. "Hello?"

"Oh my gosh! Olivia? Are you okay? I thought you would never answer! What is wrong with you? You haven't even returned my calls. And, Auntie Liz told me you've stopped eating. The heck is wrong with you?" She let all of that out in, what seemed, one breath.

I wanted to smile, but it almost made me burst into another set of tears. "I'm sorry."

"It's okay," she eventually answered, relaxing a bit as she registered the pain in my voice. "Will you just tell me what's been going on for the last almost year, and why you suddenly had to shut yourself away from the world?"

I laughed a little, almost in complete disbelief. "Where do I even begin."

"Well, it's Saturday, my homework's done, and I'm a loner for the rest of the weekend, so have at it."

I forgot. She didn't even know what has happened in my life. I had completely forgotten about her. Between best friends, school, and a relationship, it was all too hard to juggle. I felt bad, and thought it perfect to tell her everything now. Maybe getting all of this off of my chest, would allow me to finally be able to breathe.

I let out a big sigh and started my long story . . .