Bite the Bullet ➵ Allison Argent (4)

Twenty-five

Olivia's POV:

"I forgot to ask you earlier. How did things go?" Phoebe asked as we both continued to walk in the hallway to head to her locker since school just ended. "Are you and your friends good again?"

"Uh..." I awkwardly trail off and she raised a brow. "Sort of?"

"Meaning?"

"Lydia, Allison, and I aren't exactly talking now." I admit, adjusting the straps to my backpack.

"What did you do?" Phoebe sighed out which caused me to scoff.

"What makes you think it was my fault?" I retort.

"Was it your fault?"

"...Maybe." I mumble and she shook her head with disbelief. "It's giving me a headache by just remembering what happened. Honestly, I just need a night to forget about it."

"Well from what I heard, there's the lacrosse season bonfire tonight. You should go since some of your friends are on the team." She shrugged. "I'd go but I have a big history test tomorrow so I have to cram everything tonight."

"Well—"

Once we turn the corner, we found Liam sitting on the steps that led to the second floor of the school, fixing the strings to his lacrosse stick.

"Hey Liam." Phoebe greeted and he gave a small nod. "Everything okay?"

"Yeah. Just...fixing my gear." He mumbled.

I give Phoebe a knowing look and she simply nods as I hand her my car keys. "I'll meet you in the car, Liv."

Once she walks far enough where I knew she wouldn't hear us, I take a seat beside him and place a hand on his shoulder to get his attention. "Okay, now why don't you tell me what's going on." He turned his head slightly and I give him a small smile. "You can trust me, remember?"

"Last night, my printer went off by itself. I couldn't turn it off." He explained. "I hit the cancel button but it just kept printing."

I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion. "Printing what?"

Liam stays quiet as he dug in his pocket and pulled out a folded piece of paper. I grab it from his hand and unfold the paper, my eyes widening once I saw it was the deadpool list.

"What the hell is this!" We both jump at Coach's shout from his office. We stand up from our spots and quickly run over to his office.

Once we arrive, coincidentally Scott already arriving at the same time as us, the three of us see dozens of printed sheets of paper scattered on the floor with more of them still printing.

Coach was holding one of them in his hand, trying his best to turn off the machine as it kept printing.

Scott picked up one of the papers from the ground and the three of us move to the side away from Coach's office.