The weekend was finally here, but Viola couldn't really go home, not when there was so much to think about. I know that if I go home, Sebastian will use his creepy twin mind reading thing and he'll guess I am totally into Olivia. And then what?

The brunette unlocked her door, threw her backpack on the floor next to her bedside table and flopped on her unmade bed, burying her face into her pillows. Ughh, I wish I could ask Paul about this, but he does my mom's hair and is a bit of a gossip queen; so that rules him out. Yvonne is too wrapped up in her little sister's drama to care about anything else but that and Kia…

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"So you're telling me that you pretended to be your brother for a whole semester, stood up against Justin in front of the whole school on the soccer field, beat up Duke and that weird kid at homecoming but are chickening out on telling Olivia that you might like her?"

"When you put it like that I sound like a wimp."

"Well aren't you being a huge PUPPY!"

"Ahghh!" Viola screamed and dropped her cell phone; the other girl's high pitched squeal nearly popping out her eardrum.

"Ohh, you're so cute! I'm Kia and we should be friends!"

"Kia!" She barked into the phone, after picking it up from the floor. Hoping she hadn't lost the other girl entirely.

"Ok, bye Mr. Snuffles." Great, she probably befriended some random stranger again. This girl needs to watch to catch a predator.

"Earth to Kia, your friend is still in trouble here."

"Oh right… Hi… Umm, why don't you just tell her you're not afraid of exploring what is between you but are a huge coward when it comes to actually defining what that would entail?"

"What?! I am not a coward." I'm not!

"Then why are you talking to me instead of her?" Oh crap, she's right! I think Kia is actually an evil genius and hides it behind an overly sugared up and sweetly clueless façade. She's brilliant!

"Viola? Hellooo? You need to stop thinking so much and just start doing."

"Kia, that is so Zen."

"Who's Seth?"

"Nothing, forget it. Thanks a lot Kia. But please remember –"

"I know, don't tell anyone what they already know about you being gay."

"What? I'm not. I mean… everyone?"

"Of course, except your parents, they're clueless so we didn't bet with them."

"Bet? What bet?"

"Nothing, don't worry about it. Anyway, I'll talk to you later, that fat kid is running towards my ice cream truck and I don't want him to buy up all the ice cream sandwiches again."

"Bye Kia, and thank you."

"Sure… Hey Mister, save me an –"

With that, the line went dead and Viola laughed softly to herself. Kia, I'm glad you're equally clueless and brilliant.

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Monday rolled around and Viola still couldn't form anything resembling a coherent sentence towards Olivia. So many times she would steal glances at the other girl, trying to figure out what she was thinking about the situation but Olivia always fixed her eyes on everything else in the room but her. She totally hates me, I know it. I should have just said something, anything. I can't believe it; I just wrecked a good thing that hasn't even happened yet… should I wait for some kind of signal?

Monday bled into Tuesday and into the next day and the next. The week suddenly turned into Friday and Viola was no closer to even mumbling a 'hey' to Olivia than she was at the beginning of the week. I should say something today. She thought as she ran laps in the soccer field at 5:00am. Ok, what about this: Olivia, I'm sorry I ran off like that last week but I had my statistics test and I didn't really study that much and I think I like you? No, that sounds too unsure. What about: Olivia, I like you and… and what?

"She's probably going to reject me anyway." Or at least push me through another window. Viola's watch beeped, signaling the end of her self-imposed practice. She picked up her soccer ball and ran towards the dorms, ready for a hot shower to take her mind off of her cute lab partner.

It was finally science class and Viola was hoping that staring at the top of Olivia's head so hard wouldn't cause the other girl's hair to catch fire. The lecture was going completely over her head, looking at Olivia and working up the courage to say something was more important than the life cycles of fruit flies and genetic anomalies. Ok, it's now or never. At the same moment that the brunette had worked up the courage to say something, the other girl chose to grab her things and run out of the classroom without any explanation.

Their teacher turned around and stared at Viola. "Miss Hastings, is everything ok with Miss Lennox?"

Viola threw her stuff into her backpack and as she was running through the door, she managed to shout out "Why don't I go find out?"

"Miss Hastings!"

The door closed behind her and Viola ran towards the fading outline of her friend.

"Olivia" weakly came out of her mouth, "Wait." How did she get so far? I'm a soccer player and running to the end of the hall gets me this winded? This is so embarrassing, I'm just glad the team isn't here to rip me a new one over this…

"No, I've been waiting Viola… For you to realize what's in front of you and I'm just tired of this."

The blonde turned around and started walking away, but didn't get very far before the soccer player grabbed her left shoulder and flipped her around.

"Would you just listen please? I just, I was a coward, I know. But please, give me a break..."

"Why should I make this easy on you when all you've done is trample on my heart? I can't believe this! I thought you would at least apologize for playing with my feelings, showing me that you like me but playing pansy whenever I tell you that I feel the same. I'm sorry but I can't stand you dragging out this heartache any longer."

This time, Viola didn't try to stop a teary eyed Olivia; preferring to stay motionless as the other girl's words hit her. I should have said something sooner. She's right. I don't deserve a break. Olivia's been throwing herself out there, over and over and I kept hesitating. She forgave me and I even screwed that chance up.

The bell rang and the space that was so deafening with its silence was filled with motion again. Swallowing her as her thoughts burned her insides.

I need to fix this. But how?

Author's Note: For those of you lost, this is all happening during the last chapter of Always The Good Girl. I'm just giving the whole background of the next scene, since some people wanted to know what was going on through Viola's mind during the next moment. Sorry that explanation was vague but I don't want to spoil the story for people who haven't read the other one. Thank you for reading and reviewing my story everyone :)