Good Girl Bad Girl (A Trevor Jackson Story)

15. Fight

Thursday morning. I looked at my reflection in my bathroom's mirror, all ready to go to school, waiting for Olivia's car to come get me.
I touched the little red spot on my collarbone. A hickey.
My heart weirdly melted when I remembered Trevor and I's moment at the park. It was actually really good, and I remembered I got kind of sd when he stopped. But it was my fault anyway. I told him to. He would've continued if I didn't...
But I had to. Where would've this thing took us if we hadn't stop ? Too far. And it did go too far. I should've had stop him in the first place. I like him, but as a friend. And he's REALLY not my type of guy, if you didn't notice already...
My phone vibrated, snapping me out of my thoughts. I checked and saw it was a message from Olivia :

"Hey, sorry to tell you this late, but I can't pick you up this morning :/ I'll explain later, sorry."

"It's okay, see ya later :)" I texted back.

Oh well. I hope she's okay.
I grabbed my bag and got down the stairs.
"Give me a kiss !!" my mom called me.
She got here last night with dad, and we had so much to catch on. I was so happy to see them again after those two weeks alone.
"See you mom" I kissed her cheek.
"See ya honey" she smiled.

I started to walk, and didn't see Trevor on my way. I was a bit disappointed, but I shrugged it off. I just hope he'll show up at school. I don't want to waste my time giving him unuseful lessons.


The hallway of the school was crowded, but I still managed to found Olivia at her locker, with a moody face on.
"Hey, what's up !"
I kissed both of her cheeks, pulled away and I noticed her eyes were just a bit red and puffy. My heart jumped in my chest, worrying right away.
"What's wrong ?"
She sniffed and closed her locker.
"Diggy and I fought"
I saw her trying to hold back a sob.
"Hey hey hey" I rubbed her back, gently. "What happened ? Why didn't you call me yesterday ?"
She shrugged, morose.
"Guess I didn't think about it."
A sad smile drew on my face. "Tell me"
She glanced around at the people. "Not here. Let's go in the bathrooms"


We closed the bathrooms's door and I looked at her. "So ?"
The bell rang.
"C'mon, you don't wanna miss class" Olivia grunted.
"Hey, my best friend is more important than a stupid class"
Olivia pretended to be shocked. "Did you, Madison Wilson just say that class is stupid ?"
I playfully rolled my eyes. "Yes, because I already know everything. Go ahead, spit it out."
She sighed. "The fact that we fought actually doesn't affect me this much, but it's what he said that hurt me a bit"
"A lot" I rectified. "You don't cry for nothing"
"Right." she sadly smiled. "Anyways..."

Flashback

(A/N : So this is in Olivia's P.O.V, just to be sure...)

We were still trying to work when Diggy opened his mouth.
"Do you think I'm good looking ?"
My eyes widened and I looked up at him. "What ??"
"No, I mean, would you date me ? Because, I like a girl, and she's really amazing, so I wanna know if I have my chances..."
He was probably talking about those random pretty girls who checked him out when he was walking in the hallways, without even knowing them.
"Um...yeah, you're...cute. You should go for her." I smiled, though it kinda hurt to say this.
I mean, I had a little crush on him, but it was nothing, right ?
"Thanks" he smiled back and looked back at his homework.
"And me ? Do you think I'm pretty ?" I replied.
"Um...yes, you are, I mean, you're pretty, but...but..." he stuttered.
"But what ?" I raised an eyebrow.
"But, I wouldn't date you" he added. "That's what I meant"
"Why not ? You just said I'm pretty" I made a confused face.
"Yeah, but a girl I wanna date also gotta be funny, cool..."
"What, do you think I'm boring and uncool ?" I raised this time my two eyebrows.
"No ! that's not what I mean, just..."
"Just that I don't have a great personality" I finished for him, annoyed.
"No, you're really great, but..."
"But I'm not your type ? I get that, I get that. I don't have to be your type, but it's just that it's the fucking same excuse all the time that we give, to get rid of the truth to not be the bad guy."
"No, it's because I don't wanna hurt you !"
"Oh so you really think I don't have a cool personality ?" I got mad.
"No !! Listen to me, it's because you said you didn't like me earlier, so I'm not gonna say I would date you"
"I just said I would"
"Yeah, but you said you didn't like me at all and we would never date so I don't wanna be-"
"You don't wanna be the one the most into the other person ? You wanna feel flattered" I cut him off, getting up.
"No, why are you saying this, it's so stupid !!" he got up too. "You're the one that rejected me !!"
"You're the one who says I'm not good enough for you"
"I never said that !!"
"Of course you did !!" I yelled, exaspered.
"You're always misinterpret what people really mean !!" he yelled back.
"Oh so now you wanna recite me my flaws ?!!" I crossed my arms in front of my chest.
"Yes !!" he answered, annoyed and irritated too. "You're too selfish, self-centered, annoying..." he counted on his fingers. "...too stupid, too childish, too rude, and you also gotta be too damn pretty !!!"
Shocked and hurt, I shouted back. "Well you're just another asshole anyway ! What did I do to you ? Nothing !! It's the same thing with every guy, you need to be jerks to girls ! You know that being a dick is not gonna make yours bigger, right ?!"
I angrily rushed towards the door and opened it for him.
"Get out"
"Pffft, you were so stupid anyway !" he threw his arm in the air with a 'whatever face' and got out on my porch.
Just before slamming the door, I saw him turning around and opening his mouth, but too late, it was already closed.
I slid down the door, sat down on the floor and hugged my knees real tight, fighting the tears.
I heard a knock on the door then Diggy's voice. "Olivia..."
"Leave me the fuck alone"
He sighed. "Please, let me explain"
"No !! I don't wanna talk to you, get the fuck outta here !!" I yelled.
He sighed again and I heard footsteps fainting, which meant he was walking away.


"Damn" I murmured. "I'm so sorry sweetie..."
"It's okay" she shrugged.
I hugged her and she hugged me back.
"You know, it's okay to cry."
Olivia's shoulders shook a bit, and then I heard a few sobs on my shoulder.