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Friday, September 10, 2038
10:03 P.M.
New Block Estate
Ollie's Room
The sound of clicking filled Ollie Block's ears.
"Would you stop texting?" the brunette threw a pillow at the blonde.
"Eek!"
Tiffany rolled to the side and the pillow ended up only hitting the side of her ribs, instead of where it was originally intended- her head.
"Ugh, I can't believe I missed!"
Ollie flopped on the bed, squeezing the excess water out of her hair (onto Tiffany's sleeping bag, of course.)
She wiped it off absentmindedly. "Can I shower, now?"
Ollie shrugged. "Like I care."
O-M-G.
Was she actually acting - gulp - civil? The apocalypse is coming, everyone, and Ollie's the cause.
Tiffany smiled and stood. "Thanks, um…"
"Towels are hanging in there," Ollie stated, rolling the cap of olive green polish off.
"Thanks, um, but… I kind of need pajamas?" she stated, more of a question.
Ollie rolled her neck muscle. "Sure, um, right in there."
Tiffany turned the diamond (was that a real diamond?!) knob and pulled the door.
"Whoa," she gasped involuntarily.
"Yeah, yeah," Ollie shrugged, "whatever."
Tiffany widened her eyes. "Um, so which pair should I borrow?"
"I don't care. You can keep it too, if you want."
Tiffany grinned and raced towards the back of the walk-in closet. Seconds later she emerged with a pair of gray Victoria Secret sweat pants and a blue nightie that matched her eyes.
"Thanks so much," she gushed.
"Whatever, go shower."
Tiffany's smile faded at Ollie's frankness and she shuffled toward the bathroom door. Once the shower started Ollie dove for Tiffany's silver enV, scrolling to her texts.
TIFFANY: gyz!
JECIKA: here, T!
ALLY: preznt!
DANE: stln fone!
TIFFANY: lmao!
JECIKA: D! ur gunna get in trble!
DANE: trble's my middle name!
ALLY: whts going on, T?
TIFFANY: guess where i am!
DANE: um i dunno.
JECIKA: ollies?
DANE: wtf?! y r u at ollies?
ALLY: lng story, D. anywyz, ddnt dnnr nd ages ago?
TIFFANY: i hv 2 spnd da night here!
DANE: whut?!
TIFFANY: yah!
JECIKA: omg!
ALLY: why?!
TIFFANY: dad got drunk & masse invited us 2 stay.
JECIKA: oh, ok.
TIFFANY: yah, and…
DANE: &?
ALLY: T?
TIFFANY: g2g! ollies back!
TIFFANY HAS SIGNED OUT OF GROUP CHAT.
"Weird," Ollie whispered to herself. "She didn't diss me or anything! She sounded like she was about too, maybe, but then I attacked her with the pillow so she dropped the phone."
It was weird to not have been insulted. She'd made fun of Tiffany all night, but yet Tiffany hadn't dissed her when she'd gotten the chance. It was… odd.
Or, it just showed that Tiffany really was a spineless weakling who couldn't diss someone unless it was to their face.
In that case, Ollie would… well Ollie wasn't sure what she would do. Yet.
The water stopped and Ollie froze. The sound of the shower door being pulled open made her eyes widen and she prepared for the inevitable Tiffany-opening-the-door-and-seeing-Ollie-with-her-phone-then-making-her-life-a-living-hell but… It never came. The sound of laughing reached her ears instead, and Ollie pressed her ear to the door, dropping the phone onto Tiffany's pillow.
"Hahaha! 'I love Jacob Zador'? And, hahaha! 'Ollie Block + Jacob Zador luv!' This is KILLER." (a/n, THANK YOU CELA FOR CATCHING THIS!)
Ollie's shirt quickly became soaked under the sleeves.
Oh.
My.
God.
SHE'D FORGOTTEN SHE'D WRITTEN THAT ON THE MIRROR.
AND NOW THAT IT WAS COVERED WITH STEAM…
TIFFANY COULD SEE IT.
Oh.
My.
God.
She was SO dead!
Ollie quickly backed up and laid on her bed, staring at the ceiling, willing herself not to cry.
The door creaked open, and Tiffany peaked out. The lacy blue nightie showed off boobs even she didn't know she had, and the gray sweats rested on her legs in just the right way. Her hair was wrapped up in an olive green towel, and her toes were painted a glittery silver.
"Hey, um, Ollie?"
"What, bitch?" she snapped.
Taken back by Ollie's tone, that just half an hour before had been almost kind, Tiffany paused.
"Um, well, I just wanted you to know, I won't tell anyone."
"Tell anyone what?" Ollie asked, figuring dumb was the best way to go.
"What? I don't know what you're talking about," Tiffany laughed. Ollie let go a breath she didn't know she had been holding.
"Thanks,"
"But just do you know," Tiffany said, eyes hardening, "you keep off my back, got it? You don't have to respect me, like me, or talk to me, but you lay off. And my girls. We haven't done anything to you."
Ollie pointed her noise towards the ceiling. "Why should I?"
Tiffany reached for her phone and Ollie's body broke out in goose bumps.
Did she know? Was she pissed?
But Tiffany clicked a few buttons and shoved the phone in Ollie's face. "That's why."
She was in text messager, and after scanning the first few nonsense lines Ollie saw what Tiffany wanted.
TO: Vivica Randolph, Jacob Zador
Jacob she could handle. But Vivica? She was the biggest gossiper, fastest talker, and the one who hated Ollie the most at B-OCD.
"Okay, okay. I'll lay off. But that doesn't mean I can't insult you, got it? I won't insult you all that much, I'll lay off a little, but we still got to fight. Understand? I can't have people thinking I've teamed up with you…" she paused, "I can't have people thinking that we're best friends. It wouldn't be good- for either of us."
Tiffany considered this, then shook her head. "No deal. It's no insults or I tell everyone you happen to love a certain freak."
The Block girl gasped. "No. Okay, okay, I won't make fun of you. Or your group."
"Right." Tiffany nodded, happily accomplished. "And I suggest we sleep, I've got a soccer game tomorrow against the Waverly Academy Owls freshman varsity team."
Ollie nodded wearily, and shut the light off.
The clicking continued.
"Ugh!" she groaned.
"Sorry," Tiffany didn't sound sorry at all but shut her phone off.
Ollie stared at the ceiling.
Tick.
Tick.
Tick.
The noise was driving her crazy. Every tick was a reminder that she couldn't sleep. The clock continued to tick as minutes went by.
One minute.
Tick.
Two minutes.
Tick.
Soon the slow breathing of Tiffany overlapped the noise and Ollie scrunched up her eyes and stared in the dark.
Tiffany was asleep!
And her phone was lit.
Snatching it quickly, Ollie slid the duvet over her head and flipped open the silver phone.
"FOUR NEW TEXTS"
Grinning, Ollie pressed 'view.'
The rest of the conversation showed on the screen.
TIFFANY HAS SIGNED OUT OF GROUP CHAT.
TIFFANY HAS SIGNED IN GROUP CHAT.
TIFFANY: hey!
DANE: hey!
ALLY: where'd u go?
TIFFANY: hd 2 shower.
JECIKA: o.
TIFFANY: yah.
ALLY: so?
TIFFANY: ?
JECIKA: "&…"
TIFFANY: & what?
DANE: b4 u left u said "&.."
TIFFANY: o! srry guys, don't remmber.
DANE: o.
JECIKA: that's k.
ALLY: got any details?
TIFFANY: deets on what?
JECIKA: u find her diary?
DANE: lmao!
TIFFANY: uh… no.
JECIKA: she let n e thin spill?
Ollie paused. That was Tiffany's chance to ruin her eighth grade year.
TIFFANY: um…
ALLY: c'mon u can tell us!
DANE: we won't tell!
JECIKA: yah!
TIFFANY: no. she ddnt tell me n e thing.
DANE: damn!
ALLY: D!
DANE: srry.
JECIKA: ok. well try n find sumthin out!
TIFFANY: srry guys, g2g. ollies pissed i'm typin.
JECIKA: T!
DANE: dnt go!
ALLY: wait!
JECIKA: Tiffany!
TIFFANY HAS SIGNED OUT OF GROUP CHAT.
Ollie dropped the phone back in it's spot, sighing with relief.
But why hadn't she told?