A much gentler alarm went off at six fifteen. This alarm did not shatter the silence around room 310 because there was none. The minute Olivia Lennox was out of her bed she began to make it, unlike the messy girlfriend she shared this room with. Olivia gathered up her bathroom things and went quickly to the bathroom before she had to wait for a shower.
Upon returning, dressed and ready, to her room Olivia put a hot pocket in the microwave, a tradition on the first day of school, and sat down at her computer. Finding no important Emails Olivia looked over her new schedule, for the billionth time. Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays Olivia had Physics, Poetry, Calculus, Lunch, European History, and PE. Tuesdays and Thursdays her schedule differed with Health, Calculus, Physics, Lunch, History, and PE.
When the two occupants of room 310 had gotten their schedules they were excited to see that they shared classes, again. Physics, Health, and PE were had together, as was lunch by the default of one lunch period. Olivia was very excited to be seeing Viola so early in the school day.
Olivia took one final look in the mirror on the door before adjusting her skirt and jacket. She hesitated and before she left sprayed some Rain Kissed Leaves body spray on and fixed her makeup. Even being together for eight months had not stopped the butterflies that ran rampant in Olivia's stomach when she saw Viola, which had been there even when Viola was 'Sebastian.'
Olivia forced herself out of the room and walked toward the building that Physics was. Sitting down, she fluffed her skirt as any good debutante would. Olivia arranged her books on her desk, looking up expectantly every time she heard someone enter the classroom. It was never Viola, but once it was Maria, her friend and roommate last year, who smirked at Olivia before heading over to sit with Henry, a football player she was dating.
If she were not a debutante Olivia would be tapping her foot, fiddling with her pencil, or some other sign of impatience. When the teacher arrived, five minutes before class, and Viola still had not shown up yet Olivia frowned. Then, seconds before the bell rang; Viola slipped in to the class and took the seat beside Olivia. Shooting Olivia a triumphant grin Viola squeezed the waiting hand beneath the table. Olivia thought it was cute that Viola could flash the school at a soccer game but was too shy to give much P.D.A.
"Hey," Vi whispered as the teacher began to take attendance.
"Hey, yourself," Olivia replied with a smile. She took a moment to ogle her girlfriend. The normally auburn hair was very dark, signifying Viola had quickly showered after practice this morning. Olivia had noticed when Viola arrived that she was wearing the school's khaki pants, not a skirt, in defiance of any dress code. Not that Viola would be reprimanded; Head Master Gold was Viola's 'mentor' and was very indulgent with her.
Those three words were the majority of conversation between the two during the class. This teacher actually insisted on the class learning in the first class of the year. While they did not talk little hand gestures and glances was enough.
Half way during class Vi got a text, or Olivia assumed so because the other girl's phone didn't make any sound but Vi typed a quick reply. Minutes later another text came, this time Olivia did hear the vibration of the phone. This text made Viola's eyes widen before she wrote back.
Now Olivia was curious and said as much with her eyes, something she had learned as a debutante. Viola apparently got her meaning and mouthed 'later' back to Olivia before giving a reassuring smile. Vi turned back to the lecture, but Olivia could tell the soccer player was not absorbing a word of it. Olivia dutifully took notes that Vi could look at later, when she explained her odd behavior.
When the bell rang, forty minutes later, Olivia was about to ask what had riled Viola up but the question died in her throat when Viola said a hasty good bye and rushed out the door. Olivia noted that Vi's phone was in her girlfriend's hand as she breezed out the door. Something in the text had ruffled Viola's feathers, and Olivia was determined to find out what had sent her girlfriend running.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: I'm really inspired today. Maybe if you are good I can wrastle up a third chapter before the day is done. *Announcer Voice* What happened to make Viola bolt like a bat outta hell? Is there something going on that Vi won't tell Liv? Tune in next time for the exciting continuation of How the Chips Fell.