Olivia POV:
I don't even remember using half of these, I thought as I put more and more dishes in the washer. I've never been one to cook , so I always ended up doing the dishes or something else so that I could pitch in.
Well look at me now, doing the dishes for Spence , my boyfriend who I believe loves me very much. You can never be to sure though, that's what life has taught me. Through all my trials and tribulations, being betrayed and facing rejection multiple times , I don't have high hopes for anyone or anything anymore.
I finally finished putting the liquid washing needed in the washer and closed the top sliding the knob to the pre-wash section , and walking upstairs when I heard the door open. I turned around thinking it was Jordan, but it wasn't I froze seeing her figure in the doorway.
I don't know her name, but what I did know is that she's a teacher from Crenshaw, what am I supposed to tell her? No one knows that Spence broke his arm , except for us and coop.
Shit!
I turned back towards the dish washer taking a deep breathe , and then I turned back with the biggest fake smile that I could manage to put on my face in the limited amount of time that I had.
"Hi, I'm Olivia, I don't know your name actually." She raised an eyebrow at me not speaking , I looked at her in confusion , but she just pulled out her phone showing me a text.
"Spencer: Hey can we talk? I made my decision."
What the fuck? Why was he texting her and what decision? I have no time to let my thoughts run wild , before she speaks slowly and lowly coming closer to me.
Almost like a whisper.
"He's moving back in with his mom, going to Chicago for a few weeks before school starts so that he can be interviewed for his skills. He will fall off the face of the earth a few weeks after and he will go to a boot camp , and beg for Crenshaw to be saved. He will have no memory of staying here, and no you two can't date if you already are. That ends today. In conclusion , he has signed a script and now he has to rehearse. I'll be back to get him tomorrow for a lunching. Don't tell Jordan , if you do it will mess with Crenshaw being saved and Spencer's image in the football league world."
I looked at the ground trying not to show her how much her words actually affected me , but I lost that battle as soon as she said that he signed a contract. Fuck, why does this keep happening to me !
It seems like every time I'm happy something goes down, and takes all of my joy away. Fuck this, I can't even formulate anything to say back to her as she spins on her heel walking out of the door. I watch her back become father and farther away from me, only moving when she's completely out of my sight.
I walk on out piolet to the door and lock it , not like it's going to change what I just found out , but it doesn't matter. One thing down , and now to tackle Spencer. I walk upstairs slowly, trying to figure out what I'm going to tell him first, which part of the secret because his had many parts and portions to it.
Taking another deep breathe in , I wiped my face in the bathroom off to the side of my room , and walked in the door twisting the knob quietly. For a few seconds he didn't notice me , but when he did everything in his face changed.
I swear , you could feel the atmosphere in the room change from playful to tense as soon as he asked me what was wrong. I opened my mouth to speak , but instead of words a sob came out of my mouth instead.
I put my hand over my mouth, trying not to let anymore sounds out, but I broke when he tried to reach out and hug me. I tucked both of my arms in my side and moved away from him almost in the corner.
How am I supposed to come across as demanding when I'm crying like a child in the corner?
"Liv, tell me what's going on? I can try to help , but I don't know what to do when you won't tell me anything. I just need something, anything?" He asked and I could see in his eyes that he was being truthful , but something in me didn't know whether to trust him or not.
He did hide this huge contract from you Olivia, you can't just believe he wants to help because he said he does. That's not how life works and you know it.
"You lied to me. I trusted you and you lied Spencer. All I ever asked was that you never lie to me, I thought we were always honest with each other. What the fuck is in Chicago?"
His face went blank, his hands dropping to his side in defeat. Oh so he does know what I'm talking about then? Fucking great!
Jolly good , I thought crossing my arms over my chest now , gaining some type of confidence in my self back.
"Are you going to speak?" I siad clipping my voice so that it doesn't crack.
"Yes"
"Then do it, and do it now or so help me god Spencer." I said standing in front of the bathroom door instead of sitting on the bed.
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A/n: Hey guys, happy thanksgiving if you celebrate , this was a little freebie !
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update: I got my phone so we should be back on our once a week schedule , have a good rest of the week and stay safe
- much love , xo Steph
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Spelivia , an All American fan fiction
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