TITLE: PLAN B

CHAPTER: A Very Long Engagement

FANDOM: She's the Man

RATING: T

PAIRING: Olivia/Viola

SUMMARY: When Olivia asks 'Sebastian' out to a costume party, she never thought he'd even think about refusing her. To diminish that possibility, Olivia has a Plan B.

Disclaimer: Characters aren't mine. But this story is. Yehey!

Notes:

I've changed the storyline a little. The whole carnival thing didn't happen in this one and neither did that Debutant luncheon. Well, hope you guys enjoy. If you don't like this kind of stuff, please save your time, don't read. Go read about gay heterosexuals for all I care.

PLAN B

CHAPTER 1

Third period, Biology. Usually, many things go on ahead in your head during this time of day but one thing in particular has been bothering you for the past three classes. In your book, that's awfully a lot of time to waste on thoughts. The thought exactly?

You wonder why your lab partner, your gorgeous lab partner, hasn't tried anything with you yet. It was funny how you still had your hopes up for the 'yet' part.

Ever since junior high, guys were naturally all over you. They all tried to be subtle and all, but you always saw right through them. And Malcolm… Where do you start? The jerk really freaks you out. He was like, the epitome of 'psycho-stalker'. You swear, every time he comes toward you, you hear the Jaws score playing. Tuntun-tuntun.

You look at Malcolm through the corner of your eye.

Yep, the fag was looking at you.

Then you turn your attention to him.

He was trying to look at something other than the humongous frog on the pan that the both of you had to dissect.

He's so surprisingly cute.

You couldn't hold it in anymore by the sight of his round orbs, panicky. You had to do this. You wanted him so much.

"Sebastian?"

"Yeah?—" he quickly clears his throat "—YEAH?"

You also found it funny how he tries to make his voice seem deeper. You try to suppress a smile.

"Have you heard about that dance on Friday?" you try to bring up casually.

"That costume party thing?" he answers, picking up a knife. The both of you were going to dissect a frog today. But you have a very strong feeling that you were going to do all the cutting before the bell rings. You can already see a slight sneer of disgust form on his mouth.

"Yeah, that. Anyway, I was wondering…"

God, you wonder why you even hesitate. You mean, you were going to do this, weren't you? So might as well do it, sure as hell.

"Uhuh?" he lets out while poking the frog with the blunt side of the knife.

"Well, I was wondering if we could go together…"

There, you let it all out now. No turning back now.

He freezes and you meet his blue-green gaze. He looks so surprised. So cute.

"Together?" he repeats, his eyebrows slightly furrowed. Now, that doesn't look so good for you.

Then you start to think: Maybe he doesn't want to go together. Maybe— No! Your dignity, girl!

Live it up!

So you do the only thing you think you could: PLAN B aka the 'Go-as-friends-line-so-there's-at-least-a-possibility-that-he'll-go-with-you-since-"it's-just-as-friends"-and-you'll-deal-with-it-even-if-you'll-only-have-him-halfway' plan. Yes, you were desperate enough to even consider that. Usually, you don't because you know that guys would've already asked you by then.

But this was completely different. He was completely different. He was Sebastian.

"I mean as friends." You manage to stutter out. Wow, did it hurt to actually say it.

And before you realize it, you couldn't breathe anymore, waiting for his answer. Seriously, if he still turns you down. You wouldn't know what to do. You always wondered what happened to Eunice before people could actually start to hear her breathing, but you figure that maybe she was like that all along…

You notice that his eyes start to dart around a little. Like, he was trying to look for someone. Then they finally land somewhere to your left. You follow his gaze, curious to whom he was looking for that he had to divide his attention between you and said subject.

Your head slowly, fearing that what you'd find out would be heartbreaking, that maybe he had someone else in my mind that he wanted to ask. When you finally turn ninety degrees, you find… Eunice.

Eunice? How could he want Eunice? She was practically all over her jock lab partner—

"—Duke…"

Your head snaps back to Sebastian, who was still eyeing them.

Woah, you totally spaced out back there. He's talking to you, get a grip.

"Excuse me?"

He lets out a big breath before turning to you, looking real uncertain.

Then he totally shocks you by saying, "I was going to ask you if you'd go out with Duke…"

My God, is he serious?

"Duke?" you accidentally let out. You wish that you could've kept your mouth shut.

"Yeah, Duke! Why? What's wrong?" he asks, a little worried.

It took every fiber of your being to not stand up and shout, "God, Sebastian! I just flat-out ask YOU!! Incase you didn't notice!!" to his face. You were almost going to forget absolutely everything you learned as a Junior League Debutant.

But losing your cool isn't very Olivia Lennox. Olivia was losing everything right now except her cool. Her mind was one of those things. And evidence of that is the next word that's going to come out of her mouth.

"Orsino?"

You didn't know why that was the only thing you could say. You knew Duke. Everyone knew Duke, why were you suddenly becoming a dumbass?

"Yeah. Captain of the soccer team. School Stud Muffin. That Duke." He mumbles, discreetly pointing at Duke with his scalpel.

"Oh…"

What is it now? Have you totally lost your ability to speak whole sentences? Where did your social skills go when you oh-so badly need them??

He leans forward until you can actually smell him. And his aftershave was a little… fruity. Or maybe you were exaggerating it. But he smells really nice, regardless.

"He really likes you, you know." He whispers, his eyes piercing you. Your breath catches in your throat. It was becoming harder to breathe again.

"I don't know…" you trail, dropping your head. You couldn't handle his searching gaze any longer. You needed to breathe for God's sake!

"Don't tell me that you don't find him remotely attractive?" he asks again.

Why did this get more complicated than you expected it to be? Why did he have to bring Duke into the picture?

You swivel your chair to the left and look Duke Orsino up and down. You didn't even have to do a retake. No, Duke Orsino was nothing like the guy sitting in front of you. And a guy, it seems, that you'd do anything for, including the possible humiliation of yourself by getting real close to going down on your knees to make him come to that dance with you.

You hope to hell that it doesn't have to come to that.

"C'mon, he's a really nice guy." He tries to coax.

"No." you let out flatly.

"C'mon."

"No."

"C'mon!"

"No." you shake your head.

"Come on Olivia!"

Hearing him say your name sent shivers down your spine. Then you were sure, you definitely don't want anybody else saying 'Olivia' like that.

You don't know where your guts came from but you looked him in the eye and said:

"I won't go with Duke."

Then you could tell that he decided to drop it. His face, undertones of disappointment apparent on it, how could that still break your heart?

Holding his gaze, you say, "Besides, I asked you."

Then you shyly look away, fluttering your lashes.

Another stroke of impulsiveness with a hint of 'flirt' in it! Where the hell did that come from?

Your subconscious was persistent with this thing. Then you decided that you wouldn't be walking out of Biology, empty-handed. You were going to have Sebastian as a date. So you were pretty much okay with whatever you were going to do, as long as it gets him to say yes.

You picture yourself in a cute white dress, with charming little wings, and a ring of halo hovering above your head. Then you picture him, in whatever he was going to wear, all you know is that he's going to look as endearing as he always does. The night is spent with your arms around his neck and his hands on your waist and by the end of it, your lips on his.

You didn't even know that you wanted it this much.

"Look, I promise to have one dance with Duke."

He suddenly perks up at that. "Really? That'd be great!"

Seriously, it was cute the way he almost wants to jump out of his seat.

You were so sorry that you had to drop a bombshell.

"On one condition." You ready yourself for another one of those insane ultimatum lines.

"And that is?" the blue-green looks like a sea in summer, twinkling with curiosity.

This is it. Get your game on, Lennox.

"That I get to have you for the rest of the night." You deliver casually. Well, at least you hope it went out 'casually'.

You don't know where you come up with the stuff. Seriously, you can easily get an acting role with that kind of improvisation.

You're so surprised with yourself right now that you almost didn't notice how high his eyebrows shot up. And boy, when you mean up, you mean up.

His lack of response made you panic. For a moment there, you felt like running out of the room and dig up a hole behind and tree and just die there.

And you had no idea why you chose to look at him again, despite the desperation of your situation.

"I'll… I'll think about it…" he says slowly.

Then a bell goes off in your head. 'I'll think about it' is ringing inside it, over and over again.

When he jumps out of his chair and slings his bag over his shoulder, you realize that the school bell did indeed ring and that it wasn't all in your head. You see his mouth form a quick 'bye' and he jogs the hell out of the room.

And you're left there, in your swivel chair, mouth slightly open. Swiveling... swiveling?

You have never been rejected before. But 'I'll think about it' sounded like a very bad prelude.

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