Let's Go To The Mountains

Chapter 5

This is kind of a filler chapter because I really am liking writing for Sarah's POV, but I need to stick to a structure, so bear with me here.

Thomas

The second I got home, I fought the urge to text Olivia. I don't even know why I wanted to do it. It could be because I like to get my work done, or at least organized, before the weekends so I could go out with the team. I don't know. 

Speaking of the team. Our closing game is next Friday. We didn't make it to the championship (we were one win short), so this is the last one of the season. Technically, we should be practicing all the time in preparation, but the coaches gave us the night off and promised us that we would need it for the week of drills that they had planned for us. 

I was looking forward to the game. There was this inexplicable feeling when you step out on that field knowing that the entire crowd is cheering for you or wishing for your demise. Sometimes we lose and everyone goes home all sulky, but more often we win and we celebrate the night away.

It's funny. A lot of Americans these days put the same amount of pride and emotion into one game than many did in the wars I've fought in. Something about sports, I guess. I couldn't blame them. It was exciting.

I figured that I'd wait until later to set something up with Olivia. She seemed pretty high strung today. I have no clue why. I mean, she was fine when she was reading her book in class, but the moment I started talking to her, she decided to go bonkers. I assume something is going on with her family.

It's not like were friends or anything. I shouldn't be caring so much. Not that I'm caring a lot. Just more than I would for the average partner. If she was anyone else, I'd probably lose their number and do the project on my own in an hour just to make sure they wouldn't screw anything up. Nope. It's Olivia. I didn't even really know she existed until that night with the coffee.

She wouldn't screw anything up, though. She's a good student from what I can gather. Her nose is always in a book and she is always getting good grades. Not that I always notice her. Again, I didn't know about her until recently. Uh. Yeah.

It's not like she's incredibly plain, though. She has intelligent eyes. Nice hair, too. I have yet to see her smile, I think. Like an actual joyful smile, not an embarrassed one. Three interactions with a person isn't really enough to gauge everything about them, but she isn't plain.

I should just text her. I literally have nothing else to do except this project. I should text her. I'm going to text her.

When are you free on Monday?

I texted her. There. Done. Why am I making such a big deal about this? Wow. I must be very starved of attention right now. That has to be it.

Who is this? was the response that I got.

Thomas. I should have led with that.

Oh. I'm good after school until six and then I have to work the rest of the night.

I have practice until five. That left one hour to work on a project. No way.

Great. I can meet you at the library until six.

No. That won't work. It'll take me time to get from practice to the library and then you'll have to leave for work.

Well. What do you suggest?

I can just come to your work and we can do the project there.

What? Was it not a reasonable suggestion?

What's wrong with that?

I'm not exactly allowed to do my homework when I'm serving customers.

Please. This Dunkin is dead after six.

I still get customers.

I'll just set up in a corner. I'll keep ordering food or whatever. It doesn't have to be that big of a deal. We just need to get the project done.

Whatever. That was easy. I expected more of a fight.

Dunkin at six on Monday. See you then.

And then she left me on read. Wonderful.

Seriously, what was this girl's problem? I know the crabby girls in school because I typically avoid them. I haven't made it a point to go out of my way to avoid Olivia, because I hadn't noticed her before now, so she isn't typically crabby.

Not that I care. I mean, if she has issues at home, that's her business. But. Like. I don't want to be with a partner who is gonna be an ice princess towards me. That doesn't make for the best of grades on projects, and I know we both like good grades. . . from what I have gathered about her.

I won't lie. I find her interesting. I don't know why, but I do. It isn't because she isn't interested in me. I've lived enough lives where that is the case to know that the situation doesn't typically end up in an enemies to lovers thing like high school movies love to depict. It isn't because she's smart, because I've met enough smart girls in my life to know that it isn't always a good quality.

I don't know. It bugs me that I don't know. I mean. There is one thing, but it doesn't make sense. I- she- She reminds me of Sarah.