"You've done what?!" She moaned, throwing her hands up into the air. This could not be happening to her. Yes, she knew that she was, in fact, the last ticket holder, but why in the world was her mom doing this to her, she knew how she was. The anger was rolling off of her as her moms smile faltered a bit.
"Now Olivia, you're going to listen to me." 'Great,' she thought, another mom lecture. "I did this so they would know! How else do you expect the other ticket holders to know when the last ticket was found? You do remember the other children, don't you?" She asked her gaze fixed on her once more.
Olivia uncrossed her arms as her moms words sunk in. Boy did she hate it when her mom was right. Then she blinked as she tried to remember the other ticket holders without any luck, "Actually mom," she started, then stopped deciding to go another way, "I"ll do the interview, but I never said it would be good."
With a little squeal from her mom, a hug wrapped it's way around her body as Olivia rolled her eyes. The sharp vibrating in her pocket made her jump again. She really needed to turn that off.
"Jane?" she mouthed. Why was she calling her? Texting was always much easier for her. Clicking the phone, she brought it up to her ear.
"Hello?" Her voice was high pitched, the question in the word rung clear. With a shake of her head Mother and daughter walked apart as Jane's quick mouth begin to flow.
"Olivia what the hell?!" Each word was separate and distinct. "How could you?!"
"Jane? Jane. What's wrong?" Olivia was confused, this was the second time that she had gotten angry, but Jane was hurt fairly easily.
"You're going to be on TV? And you didn't tell me?" her voice was more hurt than angry, but the sound of frustration lingered. "And me? Why-"
Olivia cut her off before she could continue,"I was actually going to tell you in the next text Jane." She started quietly, her voice growing slightly, but it was not of anger. "Though I think that someone decided to call and freak out." She murmured, a bit of her annoyance slipping through the soft words.
Olivia's feet began to walk, or more of pace in a strait line. She always seemed to do this when she was talking on the phone. I guess it just gave her something to do when the person was trying to figure out what to say back.
Olivia could almost hear the clicking in her head as the words made sense. "Oh, sorry Olly."
"That's fine,"
"So who are you taking with you?" Jane asked.
Not a good question. Olivia held her breath for a moment, before really thinking it through. Ok, so Demetra, she was her longest friend. Her shining blonde hair often got people think they were twins. Jane, would be her closest friend, though the little they had in common made them closer than ever, and what about West? He was the nicest guy she had met, and has saved her but more than ever, not to mention, that she was his Ex.
"Olivia? Who are you taking?" Her voice was a little bit harder, but it was still controlled.
"I have no clue," She mumbled into the receiver, "I guess that That will just have to wait for the interview…" She sighed slightly, and a quiet huff came from Jane.
"Fine, I guess I'll talk to you after." And with a click, the talk had ended, and she felt worse than ever.
Great, she knew that their friendship was probably hanging on a line at the moment. She really liked Jane, but this was one thing that always pushed her buttons. Why did the girl have to get so angry if she wasn't chosen? Jane wasn't the best choice always.
With a sigh she slipped the phone back into her pocket as she dashed up the stairs, wanting to get ready. If they were going to get her on TV, she was going to look good even if she hated the fact.
The old door to her bathroom creaked open as Olivia found herself looking into the mirror. Her brown turtle neck clung tightly to her body while her dark pants framed her legs. The first ting she found herself doing was turning her expensive Curling Iron on. She thought ringlets would work the best; she and straight hair didn't mix. With a sharp huff, she went over to the other side of the finely furnished room to find her makeup perfectly lined up, for a better range in colors.
No, she wasn't OCD like most of her friends liked to muse about, but she was fairly picky about what was to go where, and how it would look. She searched for anything that would make her face, her eyes stand out, but decided on something a bit less distracting.
Olivia now held a group of matching pinks, cream, and brown eye shadow, her brown eyeliner, the fair skinned foundation, the matching mascara, and the delicate pink blush her mom bought her on her birthday.
She worked quickly and precisely, watching her face look better and better as the minutes ticked by.
After her work was done, with the careful primping of her face, she realized the curling iron was probably overheating. Olivia stared at herself, for one more moment, looking for any faults. Her eyeliner was a bit off, while her eyelashes didn't want to work. With the rolling of her deep sapphire eyes, she got to work on her hair, making sure that it didn't look fixed, but more natural.
Olivia could never tell how much time it really took when she was getting herself ready. All she knew is that she had better give her self at least an hour or her work would be , just weren't good for her, she was either too awake, or not awake enough. There was no middle for her, and she hated it.
Fluffing her hair once more, her phone went of, sending vibrations into her leg. Olivia placed her hands on the counter catching herself from falling. That damn ringer was still on, she knew that after this call she would turn it off.
Before she truly knew what was happening, she could feel the burning sensation in her hand, smoking the delicate flesh. With a jerk of her hand, Olivia yelped in pain as her phone dragged on in it incessant ringing.
Olivia turned the water on quickly while letting her burning hand find its way under the flow. The sense of relief coming slowly, but it was there. She pulled out her phone clicking the talk button without looking at the number irritated.
"Hello?!" She asked, Fury lacing her soft words.
"Olivia?" His voice was concerned, but slightly confused as he heard her anger into the phone.
Olivia sighed as she heard the same familiar voice that had cared for her though many horrible breakdowns. West voice was too hard to forget. "West, oh, shit sorry." She looked at her hand as a rectangle shape formed on the pal of her hand.
"Olivia? Are you alright?" His apprehension was hard to mask, though he tried anyway.
"No, I just burned myself."
"Burned?" He asked confused.
"Yeah, My curling iron." She didn't want to go into details, that wouldn't be fun.
"Oh, sorry." He sounded guilty.
Olivia just shook her head once more, "Your fine what's up?" She asked changing the subject.
"Well," West started.
"Yes?"
"I was wondering why you didn't tell me about your ticket." He stated more curiosity in his voice than hurt.
Olivia sighed; this was going to be a long day.
Authors Note:
Hey, sorry for the wait. I'm trying to memorize something for school and it turns out is's harder that it looked. So yeah, here it is. Sorry is it sucks horribly, but this is it. I love reviews, and critique! Good and bad, but a balance would be nice. Chapter three might be on in about three to four days, sorry for the wait,
PapillonXx
