A/N: For your information, alarm clocks were invented in 1787. I researched that shit too. So don't be likeee: "Alarm clocks weren't invented in the 50's. They were. Thanks. :


Disclaimer:
I still own nothing but Olivia and her parents, and any other character
I may make up along the way.

Olivia, Olivia
Three

Rrrrrrrring. RRRRRRRRRRRING. That was the only thing Olivia could hear the next morning. The morning of, well, the day she'd been obsessing over since... well, yesterday.

Her forehead had bruised, just as she'd expected it to. But it hadn't swollen at all, which was one thing to be thankful for. Still though, the large black and blue bruise did not look very appealing. In fact, it looked incredibly putrid. Just the sight of it, like the sight of Hams, was enough to make her wrinkle her nose in disgust. Great. The thing would surely be there for days. Maybe even weeks. But she had no time to worry about that. She had to get ready for her very first day of school. The day where the kids sized you up, judged you, decided whether or not you were 'cool.' Like they were gonna think some girl with a huge bruise in the middle of her face was cool.

Olivia sighed, pulled on the clothes she had picked out, braided her hair into two pigtails, pulled on her knee-socks and running shoes, brushed her teeth, grabbed her backpack, and headed for the door, only to be stopped by her mother, who was just pulling on her coat.

"Olivia honey, do you want a ride? I mean, I could drop you off on my way to work. It'd be no trouble, really..."

But Olivia had just caught sight of the nine boys she'd met the other day. They were just passing by her house, obviously on their way to school. She figured that maybe she should walk with them and, well, try to be-friend them. She was determined to not be the school loner and actually make friends this year.

If you asked the kids at her school what she was like, they'd say she was moody, negative and easily irritated. She could never see the pausative side of anything, they'd insist. But that wasn't exactly true. She could see the pausative side of some things, although she wasn't too good at seeing the pausative sides of negative situations. But then again, who is?

Turning her attention away from the boys, who were now half way up the street, she faced her mother.

"No, I don't think so. I should walk. You know, get some excersise."

Her mother was grinning, staring from her daughter to the window, obviously having spotted the group of nine.

"Oh, right. Excersise. Go ahead."

She held open the door, still smirking like a madman.

Olivia rolled her eyes (which she seemed to do a lot), and walked briskly past her, into the outdoors.

She wasn't disappointed with the weather. The sun was shinging, there were clouds in the sky, making it look gorgeous. But it was also unbelievably hot outside. The heat was so bad it made you want to rip your clothes off and run naked through the streets. So hot that you wanted to hide in your house and sit in a nice freezing cold bath all day. So hot that- well, you get the point.

However, she hardly had time to think about the weather, because the boys were now almost at the end of the street, and she didn't want to miss them.

So she began to run. Not fast though, because Olivia was the probably the slowest kid the the world. But of course, in her determination to catch up to the group of nine, she didn't notice anyone coming out of one of the houses she was about to walk past, and they collided into eachother.

She was knocked onto the ground, but the boy remained standing. He gave her a once-over before turning around and continuing to walk up the street. No apologies. Not even an; "Are you alright?" Honestly, what kind of neighbourhood was this?

Quickly getting off the ground and dusting herself off, Olivia started after the boy. She grabbed him by the back of his shirt collar, holding him back from walking any further away from her.

"I'm sorry Olivia, I didn't mean to run into you. It was my fault, really. Are you okay?" she said sarcastically, placing one hand upon her hip in annoyance.

The boy turned around, cocking an eyebrow at her sudden outburst.

"Sorry to break it to you, but it wasn't my fault. You were the one running aimlessly down the street and not paying attention. That also means I have no reason to apologise. But whatever. Are you okay?" He said the last part in a sarcastic tone, causing Olivia to narrow her eyes and cross her arms over her chest.

"Yeah, but-"

"But what? You're ego's bruised because you just embarassed yourself in front of the Eric Phillips?"

Olivia raised her eyebrows so high that they pretty much disappeared underneath her bangs.

"Well, 'the' Eric Phillips, I'm Olivia Twadell, and I don't care what you think of me."

Eric grinned, stepping a little closer to her.

"Well, I think you're pretty hot."

Her eyebrows raised, if possible, higher, but she remained silent, waiting for him to continue.

"But you're a total bitch."

She heaved an irritated sigh, but nodded, being sure to hold her head high.

"You're kind of an ass yourself."

Eric raised an eyebrow, that sly grin returning to his face.

"So I guess we're kind of alike then. The movies. Tonight. Six O'clock. What do you say?"

"Isn't that kind of a weird way to ask someone out?"

"Does it matter?"

Olivia considered this for a minute, and then shrugged.

"... But you think I'm a bitch, and I think you're a complete jackass."

Eric sighed in irritation, running a hand through his dishevelled hair, but didn't give up.

"But you're hot, and I'm completely gorgeous, so why not?"

Olivia raised an eyebrow once more, shook her head and walked a few feet up the street before turning around again.

"You're a conceited creep. So my answer is no. I will not go to the movies with you."

And with that, she turned away and stormed the rest of the way down the street, praying to god she wouldn't be late for school.