"Hey, Olivia," Naomi greeted from behind the counter.

Hi. I wrote on my board.

"Oh my. What happened to your voice?" She asked coming over and rubbing my arm.

Lost it. Mind if I work the blenders?

"Not at all."

I smiled at her and put on my apron. I wasn't paying attention on who else was working today, in till someone tapped my shoulder. I turned around to see Ray Beech smirking at me.

"How you doing? Have a good lunch?" He chuckled evilly.

I turned back around and continued to make the smoothie.

"Don't ignore me!" he said harshly while grabbing my arm to make him look up at him.

I was beyond angry now and with out warning, I spit in his face. The spit landed right on his nose, dripping on his shirt.

"What the hell?" He screeched like a girl.

Naomi came out then and appraised the scene. Ray's hand wrapped around my arm tightly and spit dropping down his face.

"Both of you, home now. I'll call you guys later for your new schedules."

Ray dropped my arm and left without a word. I can't believe that guy! I grabbed my bag and headed for the door. When I walked out the door, I ran into somebody.

"Oh, I'm- Olivia?" Wen said as he steadied me.

I looked up, getting lost in his dark brown eyes that showed his concern. I turned abruptly and hopped on my skateboard down Main Street.

Wasn't I supposed to hate him? Shouldn't I only be tolerating him for Sydney? I know that's what I am supposed to do but something pulled at my heart when he looked at me. Could I possibly be falling in love with the red headed ass hole?

~(-)~

I got home and went directly upstairs to take a shower. I could still smell the spaghetti and my hair was probably pink by now. When I was done, I dressed quickly in sweats and curled underneath my sheets.

For the first time since my grandmother died, I cried. I let everything out. Am I always going to push people away? Am I always going to make people hate me? Will I be the girl from the yearbook known as the bitch?

Wen

I wasn't sure if anything interesting happened at the Coffee Mug, I was lost in my thoughts.

When I looked at Olivia, her brown eyes showed insecurity. They showed she was in pain and yearning for something. But what? What was she yearning for? Her voice? Or is it something much more than that? Could it have been me? No scratch that. I'm just being naïve.

I got up and waved to Stella, Charlie, Mo, and Scott who were sipping their drinks quietly.

"I'll talk to you guys tomorrow," I said over my shoulder as I headed for my car.

~(-)~

I got home five minutes later and pulled in the driveway. I walked into the house, seeing Sydney and my Dad playing Clue with Georgie. I quickly walked past before anyone noticed my arrival.

I walked up the stairs and stopped in front of Olivia's door. I knocked quietly and opened the door. Olivia's blonde hair was splayed across her pillow. Her face was turned towards me. Her eyes were bloodshot, nose running, and her cheeks were tear stained.

I walked quickly towards her and kneeled down in front of her head. I brushed her hair back, "Are you okay?"

She sniffled, "Why do you care?" She whispered. Her voice was coming back but still quiet.

"What do you mean?"

"I know what you think. I'm the bitch that you're stuck with since Sydney is marrying your dad."

"Olivia. I'm sorry. I don't know how to prove that to you but I am. When I first met you, I should have treated you better. I didn't like having my dad move on. I thought that you and Sydney were just trying to weave yourselves into my life and act like nothing happened, like my mom never existed. But clearly, I was wrong."

"No. You weren't wrong. I push people away."

"Why?"

She paused, sat up, and went to go get a picture from one of her bookcases. She came back and sat on the floor next to me.

She let out a shaky breath and started talking.

Olivia

"My mom died when I was four. A drunk driver going one hundred and forty miles per hour killed her. After that, my dad was never the same. He drank and got into some deep shit. I never understood why, though. He had me." I stopped and traced the outline of my mom. We did look a like, the only difference was she had blue eyes and I had brown.

"When I was 5, that's when my dad got arrested, I moved with my grandmother. She died last year and I've been living with Sydney ever since." I finished and looked up at him.

His eyes bore into mine. Our eyes stayed locked and we slowly moved forward. I was so close, I could feel his breath on my lip and ever so lightly his lips came into contact with mine.

As soon as it started, it ended. He pulled back and got up without a word he left my room.

I got up and put the picture back in its place. I walked back over to my bed, curled back under the covers. My lids were getting heavy. Was it a mistake? That was the last thing I thought as sleep over came me.

Wen

After I left Olivia's room, I went into mine and threw myself onto my bed.

What have I just done? Would it be awkward between us now? No because she kissed back. But, what if she already has a boyfriend? Or what if she just kissed me back so she wouldn't hurt my feelings?

"Come on man. Get over it," I said to myself. It's probably just some teenage crush.

I pulled out my phone and called Scott.

"Hey Wen. What's up?"

"Man, I screwed up. Do you mind getting everybody together and meeting the basket ball courts?"

"Yeah. Why? What happened?"

"I'll tell you when I get there.'

"Alright."

With that he hung up. I grabbed my backpack and left.

~(-)~

By the time I got to the courts, everybody else was already there. I sat done next to Scott and looked up.

"What's the big emergency, Gifford?" Stella asked bluntly.

"Stella!" Charlie accused.

"What? I am missing Wipeout thanks-" Charlie cut her off with a short kiss and mouthed 'Sorry.'

"Look guys, I screwed up," I started off slowly.

"What did you do, Wen?" Scott asked.

"I kissed Olivia but that's not even the worst part. She probably thinks I wanted to get something to use against her," I said quickly.

"Well, do you like her?" Mo asked.

"That's the thing. I don't know."

"Well, tell her that. She's probably in the same position," Mo said while everybody nodded in agreement.

"What did she tell you, anyway?" Stella asked.

"Don't tell anyone," I stated as I told them the story.

~Mysterious Voice From Above~

What no on noticed was Ray Beech standing behind the tree listening to the whole conversation.