*time skip to the following morning, Olivia's PoV*
"Morning Moira," I said, yawning when I woke up, six forty-five in the morning.
"Morning Olivia," she responded, throwing my outfit that I picked last night at me, black leggings and a white off the shoulder bra top that I borrowed from Rose, as all my clothes were in the wash.
"Thanks Moira," I said, grabbing my brush. That's all I say to her, all day. After I got dressed in my outfit and did my usual business, I got my small makeup bag out. I applied a small amount of concealer, then a light coat of lip gloss, and finally a thick coat of eyeliner, liquid liner, and mascara. Finally, I curled my eyelashes. I double checked that my nails were good, no nails broken. "Olivia," she said to me, taking her blue side one glass glasses and cleaning it. I rolled my eyes before turning to her. "What do you want, Moira? I thought we weren't friends."
"Can we just let go of the past? Forget about all our fights? Please?" She asked.
"Yeah sure."
"Well, in that case, I was going to ask you, do you want to go out drinking or something on the weekend?"
"Seriously, Moira...? Drinking? We're not even legally allowed to. And if you forgot, I just turned fourteen."
"Whatever. Are you in or not? I'm going with Sibren and Akande. Are you coming?"
"Yeah, I guess. I don't have anything better to do. You want me to try and bring Amelie and my cousin?"
"Yeah I'm fine around Gabriel now. And why not bring Amelie. We can try to turn her into a cool person."
"Okay. Also, I'm going to Jean's room now. You wanna come?" I said, before finishing my eyebrows and going out the door. I knocked on his door, tapping my foot impatiently. When he opened the door, he kissed me before pulling me into the room. "Oh hey Sibren, Akande. You guys won't tell, right?" I asked, Jean's dorm mates, while Jean tilted my head upwards and kissed me roughly.
"Are you going out with us this weekend?" Akande asked. "Yeah, might as well. I ain't got nothing better to do."
"Wait what? You're still friends with Moira?" Jean asked, pulling away from me for a second. I scoffed. "Kind of. We don't really talk that much. Today's the first time I had an actual conversation I had with her in a LONG time. I do have a good reason why I don't talk to her that much. For one, she kind of gave me a really bad reputation, second, she beat the living shit out of Jean, third, she prevented me from like dating Jean in middle school, and fourth she is really annoying and is really controlling sometimes."
"Huh."
"Sibren," I heard Moira's voice say.
"Moira," he responded, tilting her head up and kissing her.
"Jean, I'll see you at break. I have class. Bye," I told Jean, kissing him before going out the room.
*ts to break because the author is a lazy asshole who doesn't want to write about the first two periods*
"Olivia!" I heard Jean's voice call out.
"Jean!" I responded, jumping into his arms, wrapping my legs around his stomach, kissing him.
"Gross. Isn't she like fourteen?!" I heard Ariana's voice as she passed us.
"What was that, Ariana?! I don't give a shit if I get expelled again, you go near my friends ever again, you will get another beating. So shut the fuck up and stay away from my friends," Ashe spat.
"O-O-Of c-c-co-cor-course," Ariana stuttered, having a visible fear of Ashe, as her mom has of Ashe's mom. Ariana ran.
"Goddamn Ashe, you really scare her," I said, jumping safely down to the ground. She laughed. I heard the sound of slight heels, looked up, and saw Moira standing there right behind Hana, in her black mini heels (character shoes), sheer black two piece, and long black nails, offset by her medium length bright orange hair pulled up into a high ponytail and her gray-rimmed glasses. Hana screamed, jumping back two feet.
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Overwatch High AU
FanficCrushes, relationships. Overachievers, slackers. Nerds, jocks. Innocents, bullies. All parts of an average High School. And Overwatch High is no exception. Welcome to Overwatch High, an American High School located in the fabulous city of Los Angele...