Lilly POV
On Monday morning, I looked at the big clock in my kitchen. The arrows pointing to the numbers said it was 7:45.Oliver didn't show up at 7:30 at my door to pick me up like usual, and neither did Miley. School started at 8:10, so I know I didn't have much time. I figured if they were already this late, they weren't going to come. I laced up a pair of orange converse, grabbed my skateboard, and was on my way to school.
I raced into school, and opened my locker as fast as I could. I jammed my skateboard and backpack into, and took a moment to catch my breath. The magnetic clock sticking to the door of my locker flashed 8:08 A.M. I grabbed my biology binder and a pencil, and ran the 15 feet to my class room. I entered the room at a quick pace, and landed into my chair, as the bell rang. Ms. Kunkle walked up to me, and gave me an evil look.
"Your'e lucky Truscott, one more second, and you would of been late." She vaguely hissed, and then walked off.
I rolled my eyes at her while she wasn't looking, and then glanced over at Oliver. He was writing down today's homework, and he looked up at saw me. We automatically flinched our heads in the opposite direction as my heart jumped with fear. I looked over to the chair Miley sits in, and it was extremely vacant. I sighed to myself, and looked up at the ceiling, and silently whispered to myself.
"No, I'm not. I'm not lucky at all."
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After my 4th hour, History, was over, I depressingly walked over to my locker. I violently opened it, and stuffed my History binder and book in my locker. I was about to walked to the cafeteria, I felt someone's hand on my shoulder. I responsively flinched and turned around, surprised to see who it was.
"Oh, hey Miley." I said quietly. "Where were you this morning?"
"I had to go to one of Tracy's parties. I didn't go to bed until 2:00 A.M., so my dad let me sleep in." She honestly told me.
"Cool. We better get to the cafeteria if we want..." I said, but then Miley stopped me.
"Listen, I need to talk to you." She mumbled, and gestured me to sit on a bench in between the lockers and the cafeteria. I sat down, and intently listened. "I'm sorry about the way I have acted the last few days. It's just overwhelming, to find out your best friends are dating, I over reacted. What you said on Saturday, about making sacrifices..." She said, but I interrupted.
"I already broke up with him Miley, the sacrifice has been made, so I'm going to put up with my awkwardness Oliver for as long as it takes..." I said, as my eyes were starting to water.
"No one should make a sacrifice for love. Even I wouldn't do that, with all the stuff I gave up. Go get him Lilly. I'm on your side." she supported me, and then she smiled. I couldn't help but smile back, and I gave her a big hug.
"Thank you." I whispered, and she let go.
"No prob. What are BFFS for? Now go win your man." she told me, and I was my way, with a positive outlook on my life.
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Oliver POV
I held my Styrofoam tray with my piece of pizza laying on it, and sat down next to Zack and Troy. I haven't talked to Lilly all day, mostly because I'm avoiding her. I know I can't avoid the inevitable, but I can procrastinate. Everytime I've glanced at her today, she has looked dreary, and I can tell something is wrong. I took a bite out of my over cooked school pizza, but then Troy finally spoke up.
"Hey. You never sit with us! You're always with Lilly and Miley."
"Don't remind me." I coldly said, and took a long swig of Gatorade.
"Dude, what's wrong? Lilly trouble?" Zack asked curiously.
"Yeah, she dumped me." I coughed out, surprised I could even say those words.
"It's going to be okay. You just got to be Smokin' Oken today." Troy said, and chuckled at himself.
"I don't want to be Smokin' Oken." I bitterly said. "I want to be with Lilly."
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Lilly POV
During 8th hour, all I did was watch the rain come down from the window. It started to lightly drizzle since lunch, and it hadn't stopped. I glued my eyes to the clock attached to the wall. I stared as the seconds tick, ignoring Miley texting and Mr. Corelli rant about why he thinks "A Tell Tale Heart" is the most emotional of Edgar Allan Poe's work. I tapped my pencil on my notebook as I stared at the minute hand. The clock read 3:09, just one minute before we got out.
"And that's why I love 'A Tell Tale Heart' so much!" Mr. Corelli enthusiastically said, even though no one was paying attention.
"No homework today. Remember, your term papers on your favorite Edgar Allan Poe poem are do next Wednesday!" he excitedly told the class, and then exactly when he finished, the bell rang. Everyone ran out of the classroom, especially me. I practically sprinted to my locker, and crammed my binders and books into it. I pulled out my skateboard, and put it under my arm until I got outside. I fiercely ran out of the school, and put the skateboard under my feet. I had never ridden it so fast before, but it felt so good. It felt the raindrops pierce my cheeks, and it flow through my ponytail. As I was yards away from my destination, I ran into something hard. I fell down hard, and I felt like someone had punched me in the gut. What could I have run into? A tree? A bush? I'm usually good at not swerving, but I couldn't tell because I was going so fast. I slowly got up and opened my eyes, and my cheeks turned bright red. Oliver was right in front of me, with a light sweat on his forehead.
"Why were you going so fast?" Oliver asked me, like I was crazy.
"I...wanted to find you. So I was going to go to your house." I admitted, embarrassed as ever. "Why were you running?" I asked him suspiciously.
"I..was..um...going to your house to see if you were home yet." he shyly said, and he swayed from left to right. I looked into those beautiful brown eyes of his, and I felt sparks connecting with one another.
"Oliver. I'm sorry. I love you too much not to hurt you." I said, as his eyes still glistened. As I was waiting for his response, I felt his lips on mine, as the rain lightly hit our cheeks. I kissed him back so hard, and so passionately. After about a minute, I pulled back, looking back into his eyes.
"Why are you giving me a second chance?" I asked him, wanting to know so bad.
"Because," he slowly said. "We were meant to be." he told me, and then the corners of his mouth turned, forming a smile. I started to smile too, and then, we continued to kiss in the rain. As the rain drenched my clothes, all I could think of was what Oliver said. That we were meant to be.
A/N: Aw, happy ending! Lol. This is my favorite chapter by far. Sorry to tell you all, but there won't be a sequel. I'm going to start another loliver in a couple months though! You can put me on author alert if you are interested in reading it when I start to write it. I would like to dedicate this chapter to all my reviewers, I probably would of not finished this story without you! Please review!