OLIVIA X DANI
I was hanging out on the roof, leaning over the bar that stops you from falling off and smoking a cigarette. I thought that if Kendall and Jade could skip so could I. I know what you’re thinking. I don’t seem like the type to smoke, because I am small and short. I know, I know, it’s a really bad idea, but it’s cool. Plus I don’t have to worry about my family, because they’re all dead. I know it's super depressing, but whatever I’m over it.
Anyways, I was smoking on the roof, when the door to the roof opened. I quickly turned around hoping it was someone who wouldn’t care about me smoking, but then I saw Dani, the school president. “Uh, president, th-this isn’t what it looks like.” I tried to explain, putting out the cigarette on the bar.
“Really?” she questioned in a tone I had never heard her use before, “Because it looks like you’re smoking.” she walked over to me.
Damn, she’s tall as fuck, jeez. I thought to myself as she walked closer. She had to have been at least an inch or two taller than Kendall. “What? Smoking, I would never.” I exclaimed, my voice raising a few octaves.
“Hm… I know! I’ll just test you to find out if you’ve been smoking.” she offered.
“Ok, sure, wh-” I was cut off when I felt a tongue in my mouth, and an arm around my waist. I tried to push her off, but she was too strong. She pulled back, catching me as I almost fell over and engulfed gulps of air.
“Seems you were smoking, how should I punish you?” she mumbled to herself.
“Oi stupid! How dare you?! You fucking kissed me!” I yelled angrily, wiggling out of her grasp.
“Oh, did I?” she asked, “You didn’t like it?” She leaned over me, speaking in what sounded like a seductive tone. I swerved and dipped under her arm to get away, “Ok, run away. If you don’t want me to tell anyone that you not only skipped class, but were smoking, come to the student council office after school.” she threatened. I scoffed and rushed off to my next class, I heard her chuckle slightly as I ran off.
I entered my classroom and immediately shuffled over to Chance, “Dude, I was caught smoking.” I told her quietly.
“What?! Oli!” she groaned. “I said that it would be okay if you smoked as long as you didn’t get caught!”
“I know, I know, but they said they wouldn’t tell anyone!” I explained.
“Oh, good. Thank god, I was actually worried that you weren’t gonna make it through high school.” she laughed.
Lying to my best friend for a person I barely know. Great plan me. I rolled my eyes at my stupidity.
The end of the day…
I went to the student council office and took a deep breath in front of the door. I knocked on it and the vice president opened the door, “Ah, um, Olivia, correct?” she asked, pointing at me. I nodded, “The president is waiting, have fun, I'll be off.”
She grabbed her bag, and started walking out the door, but I blocked her, “Wait, you’re leaving?” I questioned fearfully.
“Hm? Yes, Dani asked me to. Bye.” she said, pushing me into the bright room. She locked the door and left me there to die. I’m kidding, I’m kidding, that was just a joke. There were windows all across the back wall. Two desks sat in the room, one to my left and one in the against the middle of the back wall, under the windows. There was a massive table where I'm assuming class representatives, club leaders, and such sat.
“Ah, Olivia, come here.” The president ordered, wiggling her finger at me.
“Actually, I just go by Oli.” I explained, puttering over to her.
“Sure, Olivia.” she agreed, smiling smugly. At that point I was already by her desk. She yanked my wrist, and I fell into her lap.
“Ah! Jesus, sorry, let me just…” I tied to stand but she held me down, “Let me the fuck up asshole!” I yelled.
She grabbed my chin, forcing me to look at her, “Don’t call me that.” she requested. Her voice was low and sharp, she was acting a way that I had never seen before. I mean we didn’t know each other, but still.
She was very tall, had to be at least 6'3, I mean really. She had light gray eyes, almost like a blind person. If you looked closer, you could see that deep inside her eyes there was confliction. Like she wanted to talk to me, or look at me, but another part of her was telling her not to. It was extremely interesting. Her hair was bright red, highlighted blonde. Her smile was deceivingly warm, but her eyes gave away whenever she was not actually smiling.