A/N: Before I start this chapter, I just have to say I DID NOT steal anyone's ideas whatsoever. I hadn't even read the story that I was accused of stealing before I was accused. I've been really upset about being accused of this, and I just don't know if I can continue with this story if that's the sort of reviews I'm going to get. I want people enjoy my writing and like my ideas, that's just my aim. I'm really sorry to all the people who like this story, but if I get any more of these flames I will not be continuing :(
DISCLAIMER: I don't own A.N.T Farm, Olive, Fletcher, Chyna, Lexi, Cameron, Paisley, Principal Skidmore, etc. I do own all my ideas.
Two
"Olive?"
Olive turned, but it wasn't who she wanted it to be.
"Oh, hi Angus," she sighed, wiping her eyes.
"Are you. . . crying?" he took a step closer to her uncertainly.
"No, why would you think that," she sniffed and looked away from him. Angus tentatively reached out his hand to comfort her, but she batted it away.
"Look, I'm fine, so why don't you just stop bothering me?" Olive picked up her rucksack and pushed past Angus.
"Wait, Olive!" Angus tried to follow her, but he couldn't keep up. Even after joining his local slimming club with his mum and losing half a stone, he still couldn't keep up with Olive, who spent most of her time either studying, hanging out with her friends, or doing cross-country runs in the park.
"No! Stay away from me!" she yelled, before darting behind a trash can to evade Angus, who had by now almost caught up with her.
…...
"What's wrong, baby?" Chyna stroked Fletcher's hair while he just sat there with a worried look on his face.
"It's. . . it's Olive. I'm worried, I mean, she seemed really upset," he bit his lip.
"Don't feel bad, Fletcher. I'm sure she's just jealous that she doesn't have an amazing boyfriend like you," Chyna grinned down at him.
"Really?" Fletcher asked. He was insecure about himself, due to a number of rejections in the past, some from Chyna and even Olive, but having Chyna as his girlfriend gave him some confidence at least.
"Yes," she moved so that she was in front of him, "I love you, you know that."
"I do," Fletcher grinned, pulling her into a hug.
…...
"Olive? OLIVE!" Angus yelled, desperately searching for the girl he'd had a crush on from the moment he saw her, "God, Olive, where are you?"
Olive hid behind the trash can, desperately hoping that he wouldn't notice her. Fortunately, Luck seemed to be on her side, and he passed by her without a second look. She breathed out. That was desperately close. But then. . .
/Got your hands up cause you think you've got it
Going crazy, we're not even started
Eh oh eh oh eh eh, eh oh eh oh oooh
It's so funny that you think you're winning
Cause somebody told you who was spinning
Eh oh eh oh eh eh, eh oh eh oh eh eh/
Uh oh. That was Olive's phone. Luckily Angus had passed by, so she could answer it without worry.
"Hello?" she managed to choke out.
"Olive?" The voice asked. Oh no. it was Fletcher.
"What do you want?" Olive asked tiredly.
"Why did you run out on us earlier?"
"I. . ." Excuse, c'mon! There must be some excuse. . . search for an excuse. .. Ah ha! "I needed to pee."
"Yeah, right, Ols. You can trust me. What was really wrong? Are you. . . jealous of me and Chyna?"
"No!" Olive denied it quickly, "NO! I needed to pee, I told you! You think I'm a liar?" Okay, so she was, but still. . .
"I'm sorry, it just seemed that way. . ."
"You're unbelieveable Fletcher Quimby, you know that?"
"Olive! Wait! Don't hang up-"
She slammed the phone shut.
"God, I love him."