Somewhere Only We Know- Chapter 6: Olivia's POV

"So how are you?" Ray asks, staring at me with calculating eyes, as if I were his enemy.

I frown, my forehead crinkling in confusion. I take a step away from him and I could already feel my guard start to go up, "What are you talking about?"

"You've changed," He states simply.

"When someone says 'You've changed, it simply means you've stopped living your life their way," I say.

He smirks, "Something you've read in one of your books? I always thought you were the biggest nerd. You have no idea how agonizing it was spending time with you."

"It didn't seem like an act," I spit out.

He smiles. The fool actually has the decency to smile, "I guess I was just a good actor then."

I shake my head, "I told you everything,Ray. And in return, you did too. I thought... I thought the friendship was mutual. I thought we were best friends."

Something flashes through his eyes- pain? But he quickly shakes it away, "All of that's changed now. We're in a competition. If I become soft, I could risk the chance of losing. You think I want to give up the potential to be rich and famous?"

"I trusted you more than I trusted Mo," I admit, "You were my best friend because you were always there. Through everything. Does that not mean anything to you?"

He shrugs, "Scott wanted me to get closer to you so he could spend more time with Mo. Don't think anything of it, our friendship was strictly business."

I nod, blinking furiously to keep the tears out of my eyes, "Yeah, okay. It's fine. I understand."

He grabs my arm, smirking, "A little birdie told me you wrote a new song for your band."

"So? Why do you care?" I ask, my eyes locked on his hand touching my arm.

"I want you to give it to me. All the songs Patty's written are horrible," He says plainly.

I yank my arm away from his, clutching my backpack straps protectively, "You're sick."

"Let me restate that," He laughs evilly, "You will give me the song you wrote."

"No!" I yell, "I'M NOT GOING TO!"

"Right, I knew you weren't going to budge," He shrugs, "So I'll just make this easier."

He nods, and suddenly, three people surround me. Ray acts quickly, grabbing my hands as the two people who were most likely working with him took my backpack.

I honestly don't know how they did it.

Once Patty has my bag, Ray has the decency to turn me around so I could see it with my own eyes. Patty opens my backpack, looking through all of my folders quickly.

Ray's tapping his foot impatiently, "Just take the whole thing, damn it. We'll never find it in time. There's what- fifteen folders? People will start coming. We can't risk anybody seeing us."

I look up from the ground to see who Ray's third helper was. My jaw drops when I see Scott.

He looks at me with pity, and I think he mouths the words I'm sorry. I take a deep breath, and before I know it, they're gone. All three of them.

I gulp, staring at the ground as violent tears shook my body. They took everything. My notes, my homework, the song. I snapped back to reality when I hear people coming in.

"Are you okay?" I didn't even know who the person was.

I look back down, nodding as I took shaky breaths. Everything became blurry, and I suddenly felt trapped. Was this a panic attack?

I groan, coughing as I slumped down on the floor. Colors mixed together- blue with red, white with yellow.

"Olivia?" I hear Mo's voice say, "Oh God, what happened?"

That was all it took for me to break down again. Oh, and it wasn't even attractive crying. It was ugly, violent, and there was snot. Lots of it. I shake my head and stand up shakily, feeling as if I'd only learned to walk a couple days ago.

Before I can even begin to comprehend what I was doing, I'm on my bike and pedaling to god knows where. I pedaled until my legs were sore and my hands ached from gripping the bar too tight.

Once I stopped, I lean my bike against a tree and step on the overgrown grass carefully, not wanting to disrupt the natural beauty of nature. I closed my eyes and heard something- water?

Sure enough, when I opened my eyes, I noticed a small stream. Suddenly filled with curiosity, I followed it, and ended up in front of a beautiful lake.

I sighed and sat down, taking off my shoes. This place would be even prettier during the winter, when the lake's frozen over. Maybe I'd be able to skate on it. (*poke* *nudge*)

Seconds ticked into minutes and minutes turned into hours. One second the sun was up, and next it was already sunset. I took a deep breath and put my shoes back on, walking back to my bike.

I didn't ride it, I just kept it rolling while I walked next to it. I recognized nothing, but I figured that if I kept on walking, I would eventually end up home.

"Olivia?" Out of all the people in this world, it had to be him. Of course it did.

I pretended that I didn't hear him and just kept on walking. I pretended that his voice didn't sound particularly heart melting, or that his red hair didn't sparkle in the little sun that was left.

"Hey," He says, standing in front of me, "Olivia?"

I sigh, keeping my eyes trained on the ground as I swerved to avoid him.

"So where's Ray?" He asks, and I hear the hurt seeping into each word he says.

I finally look up, "What are you talking about?"

"All of us tried calling you," He explains, running a hand through his hair, "And Ray answered every time. Apparently you two skipped school together. What's up with that? What was so important to do?"

"...I wasn't with Ray," I cough, "I... Just didn't feel like going to school today."

He doesn't believe me, "Yeah, and he just happened to answer your phone every time I called?"

"I don't..."

"I thought so," He says, starting to walk away.

I don't know what possessed me with the courage to do what I do next, but I slam my bike- my very expensive bike- onto the ground and stood in front of him defiantly.

"You want to know what happened?" I yell, "Ray told me our friendship was a lie. He basically mugged me. Someone who I thought was my best friend set me up. He took everything! My books, my notes, my homework, the song.HE WANTED THE STUPID SONG!"

Wen takes a step forward, taking my hand, "Why didn't you tell any of us?"

I shake my head, yanking my hand away from his. This felt like Ray again...

"Listen," Wen starts, looking at me as if I would take off any second, "We can fix this- I showed the band the song. They loved it."

"Well, it's too late for that. How much do you want to bet that Ray's band will play it next concert?" I say, sitting down on the sidewalk, "This is my fault."

He sits down next to me, "No it's not."

"If I wasn't so attached, then I would've fought back," I cover my face with my hands, "He was... He was my friend."

"I met someone like him once," He whispers, his face haunting.

I scoot closer to him, putting my head on his shoulder as I grasped his hand.

He tries to smile, "So I guess that's another thing we have in common."

"It's a sucky thing to have in common," I reply.

He laughs.

Then he becomes serious again, "Shouldn't you be home now?"

"Yeah," I laugh, "Gran will get so angry at me..."

"I'm guessing you're not telling the her about Ray?" He asks, staring at me cautiously.

I shake my head, "I don't think I'm capable of telling anyone. Not now, at least..."

He nods, grabbing my hand, "Understandable."

"Hello," An unfamiliar voice says, "You must be Olivia?"

I jumped away from Wen, like a real Olympic jump, staring at the stranger like a deer caught in headlights.

"Um..." I give Wen a questioning look.

"This," He says awkwardly, "...She's Sydney."

Oh. Oh.

"Oh. Hi," I hold out my hand, not sure of what to do in this situation.

She takes it, "It's such a pleasure to meet you. Wen's been talking about you."

I raise an eyebrow, "Really?"

"You guys have spent a long time out here," She says, "Would you like to come inside?"

I look at the sky, frowning once I realize the starts have already come out, "I'm sorry. I think I should actually be going home now."

"Would you like a ride?" She asks, "Wen can drive my car..."

"I actually.. Uh, have my bike," I say, "Besides, I'll be fine. I don't want to... impose on anything."

Yeah. That. I don't want to impose. Not like it's because I don't think I'll be able to keep my sanity if I'm in a car with Wen.

"Nonsense," She waves her hand, "Just put your bike in the trunk. I don't want to leave you alone at night."

She tosses the keys to Wen, and he drives out in a silver car. He carries my bike and places it effortlessly into the trunk. Then he stands in front of me with a boyish grin, "You ready?"

"Oh, Olivia!" Gran exclaims, bringing me into a huge bear hug. I gladly returned it, collapsing as my knees buckled with the weight of everything that happened today.

"Gran," I sniffle, "I'm sorry. I promise it wont happen again..."

She shakes her head, "Olivia, it's Nancy."

I look at her, confused, "What do you mean?"

"She's..." Gran coughs, "She's dead."

END CHAP.

I'm sorry guys, it had to happen. And if most of you guys think that she's weak for not handling Ray's betrayal, then I guess I'd like to justify it as she's developing abandonment issues. Her dad went to jail, someone she thought was her best friend was lying the whole time, and now Nancy, the only thing she has to remind her of her mom, dies.

And OMG I made a plot map for this story- seriously, like alegitplot map. That means frequent updates! *run around screaming* Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaay!

So yeah, thanks for reading this far, and just for you, here is a little sneak peek of what couldpotentiallybe part of the next chapter. Potentially, okay?

Still in Olivia's POV

"I made some soup," Gran says, standing by my door.

I sigh, closing my eyes as I burrowed deeper into the warmth of my blankets. This felt safe, because blankets don't lie. I will admit, I saw Ray and I with a future together.

We'd live next to each other, and our children would always be together. But then life got in the way.

"I don't think I'm going to school today," I finally say something, but when I do, my voice is horribly croaky. Ew.

"Did something happen?" Gran sits on the foot of my bed, "I can see it in you. You're heartbroken. Was it that Wen boy? I may be old, but I can still take him down."

I laugh, "No, it's not Wen."

She stares at me, trying to decipher what was going on in my mind.

"He made you happy," She says cryptically, "And I'm sorry that I didn't tell you. I thought he should've been the one to do it."

I look at her, "You knew?"

"I'm your grandma," She sniffles, "And I just wanted to make you happy because you were always moping before you met him. He changed you, and every time you two went somewhere, you'd come back with glimpses of the old you. You were happy with him."