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Title: Hold On.

Pairing: Olivia/Viola

Summary: Duke still wants Viola. Sebastian still wants Olivia how hates Monique because she suddenly likes Viola who is now dating Olivia who is wanted by Sebastian who doesn't know she's gay and with his sister. Takes place after the movie.

AN: Only on going if you guys want it to be.

Chapter Two: Helplessly, Hopelessly, Recklessly

I make mistakes…

I am out of control and…

At times hard to handle…

But if you can't handle me at my worst…

Then you don't deserve me at my best

OLIVIA'S POV

You know those annoying friends that you have, where some days you just want to smother them with a pillow? No…okay maybe it's just me then. I should have known rooming with Viola meant rooming with all her friend too. They are here everyday, all day, it surprises me that Viola and I ever get time alone. Anyways, back to the annoying friends. They are currently pounding on the door, yelling out my name, as if I can't hear them knocking.

Pushing the blankets aside I jump a little as my bare feet come into contact with the cold floor. I hate mornings. I am so not a morning person, yet for some reason they just don't seem to understand that, no matter how bitchy I am towards them in the morning. I swear, they are more thick-headed that Vi. Shh…don't tell her I said that.

Oh did I mention that Viola's friends transferred here once they heard she made the team. They want to play, so they came here, but they can't tryout until next week. Weird? Yeah I know. Viola said something about the coach wanting the shoe-ins for the soccer team to get there chemistry back. By shoe-ins I mean, Duke, Viola, Andrew and Toby. Those are the four that are sure to be on the team this year, everyone else has to try-out again.

That's why the practice so early in the morning. Other players can practice as well, but only at there own risk…those are the coaches words…not mine.

Oh, yeah, I'm not happy about Duke and Viola practice alone together this early in the morning. Before her brain actually wakes up. You see Vi has a problem with flirting with people and not even realizing it. I've called her on it, but she still doesn't know when she is doing it. But it's okay, I trust her…I just don't trust Duke.

"Olivia I know you're in there so open up and let us in," I hear someone scream from the other side of my door. Forcing myself off the bed I walk over to the door and open it. Peeking my head out I hope they get the hint and walk away, but then again these are Viola's friends. They push the door open and walk on in as if they lived her. Yvonne takes a seat on the bed and Kia goes over and sits in front of Viola's computer and having her fun with it, as if it is her own computer.

"Come on in," I say as I close the door. Once the door is closed I gently lean my head against it before turning around and facing the wrath that is Viola's friends. Walking over to our closet I open it, taking out the sad excuse for a uniform and place it on my bed. "So, you guys ready for try-outs?" I ask trying to start a conversation so that it isn't so deathly quiet were the only thing that can be heard are the sound of Kia's fingers hitting the keyboard.

"As ready as we'll ever be," Yvonne says. "Vi has been practicing with us all summer so we should do okay," she explains as she leans back on the bed. "Where is Vi anyways?" She asks.

"Morning practice," I say with an eye roll that no one sees. Because if someone saw they would probably wonder why I am so upset that my best friend has a morning practice and I don't think I would be able to lie to there faces by saying I don't care. Because in reality I do care, I love to wake up to morning cuddles not a cold empty spot beside me.

"Ew," they say in unison and I just nod my head in agreement. Now not waking up with her isn't the only reason that I don't like morning practices, another reason is that she doesn't really shower after the practice because we have class…so she tends to smell. But hopefully Coach Dinklage will let them out early so they can shower.

But then again…probably not.

"Well I'm gonna go shower," I say walking towards my door and opening hoping they would once again get the hint…they don't. "Feel free to hang out in here until I get back," I say with a sarcastic smirk before walking out of the dorm room. Her friends are so annoying but I have to get a long with them, because once we come out with our relationship I don't want them to hate me.

Life sucks.

Walking into the bathroom I make my way to the back where the showers are. Looking around I notice one thing…they're full.

"Great," I say to myself as I lean against the sink and wait my turn to clean. I have a feeling today is going to be the day from hell.

VIOLA'S POV

Running, breathing heavily, sweating, and tired…I hate morning practices. You think they would be awesome, you know, end early, and then not have to practice for the rest of the day…no that's so not what they are like. We don't end early, and most of the time I end up back out here on the soccer field trying to clear my head later. So no, morning practices are not awesome.

"That's it guys," I hear Duke say as he runs up next to me already with his shirt off. I can't help as my eyes linger his body, over his abs that I used to love running my fingers along. Snap out of it Viola. I yell at myself, snapping my head upwards I notice that he caught me staring. Great. "We'll see you tomorrow at four," he yells to the rest of his teammates. I go to walk away but his hand on my arm stops me. "Wait, I'll walk you to class," he says with a smile.

On the plus side of morning practices we don't have to wear our uniforms. "Sure," I say pulling on my sweats and hoodie. Throwing my hair into a sloppy bun I pull my bag up over my shoulder and wait for him. I never thought i would have to wait for him again, not after a dumped him that is. He told me, after i dumped him, that he never wanted to see or speak to me again. That as far as he was concerned i was dead to him. Oh how things have changed. He pulls his sweats and a hoodie on and then smiles as he comes to stand beside me. "Ready for some Bio?" he asks with a smirk.

I just smile in his direction as she make our way off the field. Just like we used to, the only difference being that i am no longer his girlfriend, i am Olivia's girlfriend. Speaking of Olivia...she is not going to like this.

She tends to be a little jealous.

OLIVIA'S POV

Kia and Yvonne have been going on and on about a guy for a good ten minutes now as we sit here in class waiting for it to start. Just as Professor Schrock is about to close the door Andrew and Toby come walking through and they say that Viola and Duke are one their way. The teacher nods and tells the class that we are going to wait just a couple more minutes.

I love how close mine and Viola's last names are in the alphabet because that means that nine times out of ten we will be partnered together. This is the case this year too, that's why I can't wait for her to get here so I have someone to talk to. I don't know how much longer I can go on listening to Yvonne and Kia before I start pulling my hair out.

I hear laughing and I instantly know that it's her, there is no way that I would be able to forget her laugh. I love the sound of her voice. "Mr. Orsino, Ms. Hasting, I'm glad you could join us," the professor says as he closes the door behind Duke and Viola.

They walked together. That's not big deal, I can take it. I watch as she smiles in her direction as she makes her way over to our table. He smiles and blushes a little, the way he used to with me when he had a crush on me. Yeah I noticed those things. "Hey guys," she says looking at me as she takes her seat.

"Hi," I say trying to hide the bitterness in my voice but I don't think I did a very good job because she is giving me a weird look. Oh don't worry Viola, we will be talking about this later.

"Okay class, please take out your books and open up to page 312," the professor says. The room goes quiet and all that can be heard is the sound of pages being turned and a silent whisper of students talking about what they are going to be doing later.

I knew today was going to suck.