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Chapter Five: From Bad to Worse

School Parking Lot:

After finding a parking space Casey turned to her sister and said, "Jeez, I guess that answered my earlier question," she then reached over to unbuckle her seatbelt.

"What question?" Olivia asked while trying to calm herself down after giving that driver a piece of her mind.

Casey chuckled, "You know about trying to make new friends."

Olivia rolled her eyes, "Please Case, I don't want to make friends with some jerk who thinks they own the road. Besides it's not like they have any regard for anyone else's safety."

"Wasn't it you that liked to play bowling with pedestrians?" she asked amused

"So not the same thing," Olivia protested getting slightly annoyed with all the questions.

"I know you're right, but I wouldn't have been able to do what you just did. It took some serious guts to do that. You didn't even know if it was a guy or girl driving that bike. What if it's some crazy stalker guy or some whacked out girl?" Casey asked with worry in her voice.

Olivia thought about it for a second before responding, "Well, if that happens then I guess dad or uncle John will have to deal with the crazy stalker guy. I can deal with some whacked out girl, I've done it before, and I'll just do it again," she shrugged her shoulders before getting out of the car.

"Right, I forgot," was all Casey said because she knew that Olivia was referring to her ex-best friend fiasco.

"Come on, we have to get our class schedules," Olivia said trying to change the subject.

Just as they were crossing the street to go into school from the parking lot the same bike speed right up to them braking right before they would've been run down.

"Oh, that does it," Olivia said getting ready to shove her fist down the person's throat.

Casey was quick to pull her back by her arm, "Wait Livvy, they're not worth it. Daddy would be so mad if you got in trouble. Don't you remember what he said?" she whispered all the while hoping that she could get through to her.

Olivia turned around to look at her sister, "You're right he would be, but this would be justifiable homicide," she then turned and glared at the driver. "You're lucky I'm in a good mood today ass-wipe."

Casey and Olivia continued walking so they completely missed the comment the driver made, "I'd hate to cross you when you're in a bad mood," he said before he found a parking spot for his motorcycle.

Inside the school:

Inside the school Olivia and Casey were walking around trying to find their way around the unfamiliar building.

"Oh, I love my schedule," Casey happily cheered when she finished reading her classes. "Listen to this Livvy, first period art," she listed off making sure Olivia was paying attention.

"Please Case, you don't even like art," Olivia pointed out.

"Second period English, third period math, fourth period study hall," she continued as if she didn't hear her comment before spotting and stopping to sit at a nearby bench. "Fifth period science, then lunch followed by gym for sixth, seventh Spanish and eight home economics" she finished.

"Great, but make sure to try to bring up your grades this time." Olivia said.

"I know, I said I would try, didn't I?" Casey said irritably.

Olivia laughed, "Only because dad and Uncle John promised to let you pick whatever car you wanted once you got your license. So it's not really a promise, it's more like they're bribing you. You think they'd know better; cops and bribery is not exactly standard procedure."

"Whatever same difference, I still get a car either way. So I'm not as dumb as I look because maybe that was my plan all along," Casey said chuckling.

"Well then, kudos to you," Olivia said.

"Yummy, I could go for a granola right about now," Casey said looking around for the vending machine.

"You were saying something about not being dumb?" she asked as she started reading her own schedule.

"What?" Casey said confused.

"Forget it, I'll help you find your locker Einstein," she said as she took Casey's schedule.

Casey puffed out her chest, indignant that Olivia would even compare her to Einstein, "As if, I would never let my hair get that frizzy or that gray. That's why Miss Clairol was invented thank you very much," she said as she hurried to catch up with her sister.

After searching for a few minutes they came upon locker number 440 which happened to be Casey's, "Here you go, and look you get a top locker instead of a bottom one," Olivia pointed out.

"Great because I hate having a bottom locker, I feel like such a loser having to bend down and to make it way worse you have to wait for the person above your locker to finish doing whatever it is they do," she grimaced.

Olivia rolled her eyes, "That is totally way worse," she said sarcastically.

"Shut up," Casey playfully smacked Olivia.

"Wait a second; you didn't have to go through that. Didn't you trade with some poor moron that wanted to date you since you were a little kid?" Olivia asked remembering a little scrawny kid with braces.

"Oh, I totally forgot about Ralphie. He was really nice and totally into me, but no way. Anyway, so where's your locker?" Casey asked.

Olivia looked down at her schedule to check her locker number, "It looks like my locker is 611," she said.

They both noticed that Olivia's locker happened to be on the other side of the building with the other lot of lockers they had passed earlier.

"If you need anything you'll know where to find me. Oh, and keep in mind that's where I'll meet you after school to drive home," Olivia informed her.

"Got it, 611 . . . wait let me right that down," Casey said as she wrote that down on her schedule.

"Now that we're clear, I'll see you later," Olivia said before heading off to find her own locker.

Area near the lockers:

"520, 560, 600," Olivia absentmindedly listed off the locker numbers as she passed them in her search for her own. She knew she should be paying attention to what she was doing, but she was too preoccupied thinking about the mysterious bike rider she didn't notice the person that was walking directly in her path until it was too late.

'BOOM, THUD, and CRUNCH,' were the only noises that were heard in the hallways.

Olivia landed in a heap of limbs with someone's weight completely crushing her which made it hard for her to breathe. Even though, several people were there to witness the accident nobody offered to help them or make sure they weren't seriously hurt.

"Get off!" Olivia managed to say as she tried to move but was unable to do so because she was still wedged under someone that was apparently built like a brick wall.

"Ugh, w-w-what happened?" a male voice asked disoriented.

"A freaking' h-h-house landed on me that's what, now get o-o-off, I can't breathe-e-e," she said trying to catch her breath.

"Oh, shit!" he said before jumping up and helping Olivia to her feet. "I'm sorry, I wasn't looking where I was going, it's been a long, and strange morning," he said stopping once he realized he was blabbering. "Are you all right?" he worriedly asked.

"That's okay, I know what you mean today hasn't exactly been great for me either," Olivia said trying to right her clothes. Once she did she looked up she was met with a pair of the bluest eyes she had ever seen.

"You!" the male voice exclaimed with a strange look of recognition, and anger in his eyes.