One of the Guys. [ON HOLD]

The Divinovich Proficiency

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Olivia.

                  For a long time Olivia stood against one of the fragile walls, taking ginger sips of…whatever was in her cup.   She was still fuming as she observed the party around her.   The music was lively; people were having a great time with hips gyrating and thrusting, wide, uncaring smiles on their faces.

                  She had been to other parties back at home too.   Same things happening around her, just different people and a different place.   However, she was usually in the mix, melding together with fellow partygoers and having the time of her life (it wasn’t like her parents were home much of the time to stop her anyway).   This was different for her, to be sitting out and observing quietly, but she didn’t mind; she needed to be left alone right now anyway.

                  Her eyes skimmed the crowd, and her eyes immediately found Reid.   He was bouncing around with his hands in the air and belting out the lyrics to the song playing around them, a swarm of girls surrounding him.   She averted her gaze to the hay covered ground with a glare on her face, the jealousy still burning in the pit of her stomach.

                  Of course he’d be the life of the party.   Why am I not surprised?   She thought bitterly.

                  She crushed her empty cup in her hands and tossed it off to the side somewhere in anger.   She shoved her hands into the pockets of her sweater and began to wander, starting a lap around the barn until she found a place where she could be even more alone.

                  Her eye caught Cash’s as she shuffled her way along the wall.   He frowned at her and beckoned her toward him with his free hand, the other one holding the stereotypical plastic red cup.   She saw that he was talking to two girls, one super tall in wedges with a short black bob, and the other standing at average height with a shocking cerulean blue pixie cut.   She shook her head, not wanting to bother him or put a damper on his good mood or the two people he was with.

                  He turned toward the other girls and excused himself to make his way toward her.   She rolled her eyes in annoyance and made an escape into the throngs of dancing people.   The only good thing about her being average height around here was that everyone else seemed to be ginormous and no one would be able to find her amongst the tallness.

                  She slithered between two dancing people, and then maneuvered around a group of girls dancing together.   She saw Dallas holding hands with a curvy blonde, their hands clasped together between them.   He grinned down at her charmingly as he recited a Shakespeare sonnet.   Olivia rolled her eyes as she watched the girl giggle and swoon.   She probably had no idea what Dallas was even saying to her, just thought that it was romantic he was reciting poetry to her.

                  As she past him and the curvy blonde he gave her a curt head nod.   Olivia gave one back, but then he too, beckoned her over to him.   The curvy blonde turned toward Olivia to see whom Dallas was communicating with and grinned warmly.

                  She was very pretty.   She had to stand at around 5’7” with nicely tanned legs, exposed from high-waisted denim shorts and a curvy shape being showed off by the skintight white tee she had tucked into her pants.   Her blonde hair was nice and straight and hung over one shoulder and fell into her grey eyes.

                  Olivia couldn’t fathom how someone like her would like Dallas, who was wiry and goofy with huge prescription nerd glasses, even if he was rather handsome.   It must be the poetry.   Who knew it would work so well?