Olive pov _
"Olive?" Chyna asked, slightly glancing at every stall in the restroom.
"Yeah." I replied, quickly drying my puffed blue eyes.
"You better not be crying, Olive Doyle never crys." Chyna stated, finding the stall i was stuffed into.
"Heh." I giggled, but there wasn't anything to be laughing about. My crush suddenly hated me now.
"Don't worry, Fletcher will come around...I mean, I hope." Chyna replied to my giggle, leaving me nothing to do b ut nodd.
"I Hope so too, I really like him." I laughed a little, that time is was a real laugh.
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Fletchers POV _
My heart stopped as I walked away from the girls bathroom's entrance. Olive liked me? That was all i needed to hear, I think i like her too? No! what am i saying? I like Chyna, the beautiful Chyna, But she liked Nigel, the new 'computer' in school.
Maybe I do like Olive, Maybe Chyna just isn't the one for me. But I'm only twelve, I don't know what the one for me stands for yet.
Olive carryed herself out of the bathroom, with blank eyes. Her side swept bangs holding on to her forehead along with the tears she had shed.
"Olive I'm sorry." I Started, but she stopped me.
"No, I'm sorry. I had no right to take June away from you." She replied.
"I had no right to be a jerk to you."
"Well, you beat her in that." Chyna interrupted, coming behind me and her.
"I'm sorry." I repeated, hugging the blonde haired girl in front of me.
"It's okay."
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NO pov _
The bell rang and the three ants shuffled into the classroom, avoiding all of the highschoolers. "Your early." Their teacher smirked, giving them all a star sticker of their choice, Olive stuck hers on the base of her antpad, Chyna stuck hers on her forehead attempting to be funny, and Fletcher stuck his onto his hoodie.
"Pull out your laptop's and ant pads and study for your ant test." The woman demanded.
"I- I left mine on the bus." I replied, looking down at my ruined converse.
"Share with Chyna." She requested.
"I'm kind of stuffed over here so its best if she doesn't." Chyna lied, winking at Olive.
'Thank you' Olive mouthed as she scooted over to Fletcher.
No highschoolers came, it had to be ant free time for them.
"Fletcher, would you like to take me to the dance?" Olivia asked as she stared him down.
"Uh, Yes." He replied, leaving the girl beside him speechless.
"No talking!" The teacher yelled, at the 3 ants.
No other ants were to be found that day, and angus was probably at the food court.
The bell rang, "Early dissmissal?" Chyna asked, closing her laptop slowly.
"Yes, now have a great day and Olivia, don't forget your stinkin' laptop tomorrow." The teacher screamed quietly leading the 3 ants out of the classroom.
"Bye guys." Chyna said, leaving those two alone.
"Bye!" They both shouted, laughing at eachother.
"Pinch poke you owe me a coke." They both laughed.
The sounds of buses pulling up ruined the almost-couple moment between the two.
"C'mon we can't miss the bus." He told me, grabbing my hand as we floated out of the door.
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Olives pov _
As we entered the bus yells, laughs and arguing filled the air. I went straight back to where we had been earlier...in the back of the bus to see if my laptop was still there it was gone, i figured the bus driver had found it so i left it alone.
As i looked up i saw Fletcher had passed Justin and Jake just to follow me, I smiled as i moved over to let him sit with me.
"How come your not sitting with jake?" I asked, as he scooted closer to me.
"I wanted to sit next to you, thats all" He replied, laying his head on my shoulder.
His head? On my shoulder? You know I could barely breathe.
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Was my expression.
A warm smile, a fake warm smile.
What made him like me so much? The answers floated through my head as the bus pulled up to my house.
"Bye fletcher." I said, kissing his cheek as i climbed over him to get off of the bus.
As i made my way to the front of the bus i stopped at the bus driver to ask, "Where's my backpack?"
"I don't know kiddo, if i'll find it i'll have the bus barn call you."
"Okay." I replied, leaving out of the bus.
As the bus pulled off i could see Fletchers face in the window of the last seat.
He waved at me, and my cheeks turned red. I couldn't believed I kissed him.
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