The Coffee Shop and The Bad Boy

3 || you're something else

Chapter 3 || you're something else

Aloha lovelies!

Just wanted to let you know, before you read this chapter, that the end of chapter two was changed, so you might want to read that first. :-) And also, sorry for the late-ish update!

Happy reading! xx

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As Mr White rambled about the cold war and how it affected civilization, Olive felt her eyes beginning to droop, her head dropping lower and lower until she felt it hit the desk with a soft thump. She hated ancient history and Mr White's annoying monotone voice never failed to put her to sleep.

"Ms O'Connor," a voice commanded loudly next to her desk, making her jump up in fright, her neck twisting painfully at an unnatural angle. "Am I boring you?" He was frowning at her sternly, never breaking eye contact.

"Obviously," she said sarcastically, but when she saw Mr White's eyes widen, she realized her mistake. "I mean, no sir-" The entire class was shaking with laughter at the scene breaking out in front of them.

"That'll be enough from you, Ms O'Connor!" He boomed, his face the colour of a ripe tomato. "Detention after school for a week!" Olive could practically see steam coming out of his ears, he looked so pissed, but she didn't care. Detentions didn't bother her.

She gave him a dirty look. "Rightio," she replied snappily, rolling her eyes at the fuming teacher. He stared her down one last time before heading to the front of the classroom to continue talking crap. For another fifteen minutes, Olive sat there in silence, her eyes glazed over and not listening to Mr White. Her eyes were glued to the clock. Tick, tock, tick, tock. Another five minutes rolled by and the bell rang. Almost tipping over her desk in an effort to speed out of the classroom, she practically ran out of the door.

"Remember class, the assignment is due in two days, so please-" she heard Mr White's voice drift from the classroom, but she was already on her way to the cafeteria. Heading towards her locker first, she saw a couple leaning against it, making out.

It was her best friend, Julie, and her boyfriend Tom practically eating each other. Gross. She cleared her throat.

She almost gagged."Uh...guys?" They continued sticking each other's tongues down their throats, Tom's fingers running through Julie's hair, both of them making noises resembling a caveman's. I think I'm going to be sick, Olive thought, her face the image of disgust. She groaned and tried to get their attention again. "My locker is not a freaking bedroom!" she announced in fake outrage, her hand placed on her hip. "I think I'm scarred. Go find a closet to do that in."

They finally broke apart, a string of spit stretched from their lips and Olive internally gagged. Julie looked at Olive with a blush across her cheeks, her lips swollen. Tom on the other hand, had a smirk imprinted on his lips, his arm wrapped around Julie lovingly. She was looking up at him with adoration clear in her eyes.

Tom's eyes turned to Olive. "We're just letting everyone know that we're in love, Olive." He said sickly sweet. "You wouldn't understand," he said with fake pity, a smug look on his face. Julie slapped him playfully and turned to Olive with an apologetic face. Olive and Tom were constantly arguing and disagreeing, but she knew he was good for her best friend. He and Julie had been together for almost three years, ever since he admitted he liked her and asked her out in ninth grade. Olive regularly teased them about how they were completely whipped and lovesick.

Julie turned to Olive. "Sorry, Olive. It won't happen again," she looked sincere, but Olive could tell that it was inevitable that it would in fact happen again. She rolled her eyes at the two of them.