Sk8r Boi

Chapter Two

I heard a honk from down on the street. I looked out of my window in my small studio apartment and rushed to the door. Olivia was here to pick me up for the concert. The week had flown by super fast. I had talked to Natalie and Dawn's parents and they ended up staying in town this weekend, so they wouldn't need a replacement nanny. I scheduled a private makeup dance rehearsal with my director because I would only end up missing Friday's rehearsal. I locked the door behind me and answered a call from Olivia.

"Hurry up!" She shouted through the phone.

"I'm on my way down!" I said back, hanging up. I opened the apartment complex's front door and she honked at me. I climbed in the passenger's side and she wolf-whistled at me.

"Oooh, you look hot!" She said, looking me up and down. "Dressing to impress?" I laughed at her. I was wearing an off the shoulder crop top with light pink flowers all over it and light wash jeans that hugged my curves like leggings. I was wearing matching pink flower socks and my new white vans and pulled it all together with a light pink scrunchie on my wrist. My hair was curled and pinned back and out of my face. I was wearing little makeup but a lot of highlight to pop.

"I just wanted to look nice. It's a concert, you're supposed to dress up."

"Maybe you want to dress up for Zayn?" Olivia joked, nudging my arm as she pulled into the street.

"Excuse me?" I scoffed. "Why would I dress up for him? Or any man? You think I have time--"

"Hannah, woah!" She held a hand up to stop me. "I was totally joking, but now I think you used to like him. Maybe still do." I sighed.

"Everyone shit on him in high school," I said softly. "And I don't think he deserved it. He got a lot of crap for no reason. And then suddenly he's super famous? I don't know, Olivia. I just feel bad for the kid."

"He's our age."

"And we're kids, too."

"Are you suggesting I'm a kid?"

"Olivia, we only graduated five years ago."

"Which means we're 23. We're adults!" She yelled.

"Just barely!" I shouted back. There was a pause as our words filled the space. I closed my eyes and clenched my fists. I exhaled and released my hands, letting the tension flow out of my body. I opened my eyes and looked at my best friend in the whole world. "I'm sorry--"

"I'm just tired of being immature," she interrupted me. "I've tried so hard in the last five years to move on and mature, and I feel like I haven't grown up at all."

"But you went to college, you fell in love and had your heart broken, you moved out,"

"But am I really that much better off than I was five years ago?"

"Of course you are," I scooted in my seat to look at her closer.

"Easy for you to say," she said bitterly. "You moved out right away and you're killing it at Juilliard!"

"I'm barely surviving at Juilliard," I argued. "I'm a year behind because I can't afford it every semester and I have to drop out and work full time constantly. I don't know when I'm going to graduate."

"At least you're going to," she mumbled. I furrowed my brows.

"What do you mean? You already did." She cringed slightly and glanced at me, but turned her eyes quickly back to the road,

"I didn't graduate," she said. "I failed one of my last classes, and they wouldn't let me walk--"

"You said you didn't want to walk--"

"Why would I not want to walk? I worked my ass off for four years, just to fail out and not be able to--"

"Did you not take it again?"

"I am now," she sighed. "I didn't want to tell anyone, it's so embarrassing."

"Honey, it's not embarrassing. It sucks, that's for sure." She laughed lightly, pulling into a parking spot. I looked around. "Are we here already?"

"Yeah, your house is super close to the arena," She turned the car off and looked at me straight on. "I'm sorry, Hannah. I'm sorry I didn't tell you about not graduating and I'm sorry for yelling at you."

"It's okay," I said, placing a hand on her forearm. "I love you. I'm sorry we fought." She leaned over the middle compartment and wrapped her arms around me. I embraced her tightly and we hugged for a while. "I missed you so much, Olivia."

"I missed you, too, Hannah," We pulled away and smiled brightly at each other. "Now let's go get our boy band on!"