Hi everyone. As promised, here is the re-done version of this story. Made a lot of changes. Hope you all like it.

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Olivia was sitting in a Starbucks drinking her iced coffee and reading The Outsiders. She had read the book so many times, she pretty much had it memorized. She groaned when her phone vibrated; though, knowing that she had to put her book down to answer it. She looked at her phone and saw a text message from her friend and roommate Ali.

"On my way to get you, be there in 10 minutes. PARTY TIME!".

Olivia set her phone on the table and sighed. She loved her friend but she was so tired of partying. Olivia closed her book, grabbed her drink, and headed for the door. She had just got outside when she realized she forgot her phone. She muttered some curse words to herself and turned to go back in, bumping into someone who was walking out. Her coffee dumping down the front of her shirt.

"Son of a bitch." Olivia said.

"Oh shit, I'm so sorry." The man she ran into said.

"It's fine." Olivia muttered as she wiped some of the ice off of her shirt, getting even more frustrated when the coffee didn't wipe off with it.

"Are you sure? I can buy you another coffee or get your shirt cleaned." The man suggested.

"I said it's...it's fine" Olivia said, stuttering when she looked up into the blue eyes of the man standing in front of her.

She stood there for a few seconds before giving him a shy smile and moving quickly past him. She walked back over to the table she was sitting at to get her phone but when she got there, her phone was gone. Unbelievable. Who would want to take her phone? She had only been gone a minute. She ran her hands through her hair before deciding to leave, in hopes that whoever took it would return it to her. She jumped when she felt a hand on her shoulder. Turning she saw the blue eyed man standing in front of her.

"Uh, you left this on the table. I was going to give it back to you earlier but..." He pointed to her shirt and she nodded.

She sighed and took her phone, feeling a little guilty that she had snapped at him earlier. "Thank you."

"I really am sorry about your coffee...and your shirt." He told Olivia.

She smiled. "You can stop saying that. It really wasn't your fault." Olivia looked at him to see he was staring at his feet obviously feeling guilty. "You know, if you really feel that bad about it, we could...I mean you could...buy me another drink sometime."

He looked up slowly and met her eyes only for a second before shifting away. "Umm..."

Olivia shook her head and sighed. "Never mind."

Before he could say anything else, Olivia walked out of the coffee shop and got into Ali's car.

-Always Running-

When Ali pulled into the apartment parking lot, she and Olivia got out of the car and walked to the front door. Olivia took the apartment key out of her pocket, opened the door, and walked inside. Ali followed her in and threw her purse and jacket on the kitchen floor before walking to her room. Olivia rolled her eyes and went through the kitchen and into the living room where she took her jacket off and set it on the couch.

Olivia walked to her bedroom, took her coffee stained shirt off, and threw it in her hamper. She went to her closet and pulled out a ruffled pink tank top to go with her dark wash jeans she already had on. She switched her sneakers for black ankle boots and walked out of her room. Ali was in the living room waiting for her and pretty much shoved Olivia out the door and to the car.

Olivia wasn't surprised when Ali pulled into the Tonic parking lot. Tonic was Ali's favorite bar and as much as Olivia tried talking her into going to another bar, Ali refused. She liked knowing everyone who worked behind the bar and depending on who was working, getting free drinks.

The two of them walked in Tonic and over to the bar. They sat down and set their purses on the counter as they waited for the bartender. Ali leaned over the counter in attempts to see who was working but the bar was so busy she couldn't see him. After a few minutes, the bartender walked over to them.

"Hey Jimmy." Ali said to the bartender with a big smile, knowing she was guaranteed to get a free drink with him working.

"Ali, Olivia! How are my two favorite customers?" Jimmy asked.

"Good. Can I get a rum and coke? And a Smirnoff Ice for Olivia." Ali said.

Jimmy got their drinks and set them down in front of the girls. "I'll open a tab for you."

"Thank you Jimmy." Ali said.

Ali looked over at Olivia when she heard her laughing. "What's so funny?"

"Nothing. Just, isn't it kind of sad that we come here so much we know the bartender? Maybe we should try hitting some different bars." Olivia said.

Ali shook her head at Olivia. "We're discussing this again? You know I love this bar. Not leaving."

About ten minutes later, a man set another Smirnoff Ice in front of Olivia. "So my friends and I were sitting having a few drinks when you and your friend walked in. Now, I thought I knew every girl here but you don't look familiar. Are you new here?"

Olivia looked over at the man that sat down beside her and slid the bottle across the counter back to him. "Not new, not interested."

He looked at the drink and sighed, sliding it back over to Olivia. "You know, when a guy buys you a drink, you're suppose to take it."

Olivia looked down at the drink that was now sitting in front of her again and then looked up at the man. "Really? I was under the impression the girl is suppose to take it if they are interested in the guy. And like I said, not interested. I'm not into players."

His smile faded. "I'm not a player."

Olivia laughed at him. "Oh please. You're Derrick Webb aren't you? Everyone knows you're a player."

She pushed the drink away from her and in front of Derrick. She turned in her seat so her back was to him and ordered another drink from Jimmy. When he brought over her drink, Ali ordered two shots and smiled at Olivia.

"So, you're going to do a shot with me." Ali said to Olivia.

"Not happening. I can't get drunk tonight. I have to do my paper still." Olivia said.

"You still haven't done your paper? I thought you said it's due Monday." Ali said in shock.

"It is due Monday. I haven't even started the paper yet. I can't do it. How am I supposed to write a paper on something I don't know?" Olivia put her head on the counter. "I'm going to fail History of Art."

"I told you that you shouldn't have taken that class. You don't know anything about art and you can barely pass a regular history class." Ali said.

Olivia snapped her head up to look at Ali. "Well it was either History of Art or a real art class. You have to take some form of art class to graduate and it was either history or get laughed at for my stick figures."

Ali laughed. "Yeah, your drawing does kind of suck."

"Did you say you need help in your History of Art class. I may be able to help you with that." Olivia heard the voice behind her say.

Olivia turned in her seat to find Derrick still sitting behind her. "You're still here? I thought you left."

"Nope. Still here. Do you want help or not?" Derrick asked.

"You're going to help me? I think I'd rather fail." Olivia said.

Derrick smiled. "Not me, my friend. He's an art major. He knows all about this shit. He pretty much lives for this shit actually."

Olivia thought about it for a minute. "Damn it. Fine. I don't trust you but I'll bite. If your friend can and is willing to help me, it would be great."

Derrick jumped out of his seat. "Great. I'll be right back, I'm going to go get him."

Olivia and Ali watched as Derrick walked away and over to a table with another man and a woman sitting at it. The man shook his head at something Derrick had told him. Olivia felt her stomach drop though when the man turned his head to look at the girls.

"Oh shit. Ali we need to go." Olivia said in a panic.

"What? Why? You finally found someone who knows art and can help you and you want to leave?" Ali asked confused.

"Okay listen, earlier today I ran into a guy...literally. That was why I had coffee on me when you picked me up. Anyway, I sort of asked the guy out and he apparently wasn't interested." Olivia told Ali quickly.

"Okay, what does that have to do with Derrick's friend?" Ali asked.

"It's him. Derrick's friend is the guy from the coffee shop." Olivia said quietly. "I can't talk to him. It's already embarrassing enough I asked him out."

"Well you better figure it out. Here he comes." Ali said singing the last part.

Olivia closed her eyes and took a deep breath when she heard Derrick behind her. "Girls, this is Travis, the art major."

Olivia took a deep breath and turned around slowly, making sure not to directly look at him. She knew he was staring at her though, she could feel it. She wondered if he was feeling as uncomfortable about this as she was.

"Hi Travis, I'm Ali and this is Olivia." Ali said smiling. "You remember Olivia right? You know, the girl from Starbucks. She probably looks a little different without the coffee on her shirt though."

Olivia brought her hands to her face in hopes to cover the blushing. "Oh God. You gotta be kidding me." She moved her hands away from her face and grabbed her purse. "I'm leaving."

Olivia walked through the bar as fast as she could, ignoring Ali as she yelled for her to come back. When she got outside she stopped, Ali drove. She could walk back to the apartment, it was only a few blocks away. She knew Ali would be pissed at her for walking alone after dark but at this point, she didn't really care. She didn't get very far when she heard someone walking behind her.

"Hey, Olivia. Will you stop for a minute please?" Travis asked as he ran to catch up with her.

Olivia slowed down a little to let him catch up but didn't stop walking.

"Where are you going? I thought you wanted me to help you?" Travis asked.

"I did until I found out it was you that was going to help me. I can just figure it out on my own. It wouldn't be the first time I failed at something." She stopped walking and turned to look at Travis when she noticed he was bent over, trying to get his breathing under control. "I guess the combination of running and drinking is not good."

"Apparently not." Travis said as he stood up. "You really would rather fail than to let me help you because earlier at Starbucks..."

"Oh yeah. I remember earlier trust me. It didn't work out in my favor if I recall." Olivia said.

Travis brought his hand to his mouth and started biting his thumb nail, something he did when he got nervous. "You know, most girls don't tend to go for guys like me. I guess the whole artist thing is a turn off. They're more into guys like Derrick so when you asked me out, it threw me off a little bit."

Olivia nodded. "As I told Derrick at the bar, he's a player and I don't like players."

"Wait, Derrick hit on you at the bar? Oh shit, this is great. I don't think I have ever heard of a girl turning down Derrick." Travis said excitedly, making Olivia laugh. He stuck his hands in his pockets and looked down at the ground. "So...can I..uh, walk you home? I mean, it's late and dark out and it's not really safe to be walking alone and..."

"You can walk with me." Olivia said quickly, cutting him off. He looked up at her to see her turn back in the direction of her apartment and start to walk away from him. When he didn't follow her, she turned back towards him and smiled.

"Are you coming or not?" Olivia asked Travis before resuming her walk to her apartment. He smiled and walked as fast as he could, without looking desperate, to catch up with her.