All A Game

~Something Wild~

You might have some bruises
And a few of scars
But you know you're gonna be okay

{Chapter 12. Something Wild}

~Olivia~

I slammed the front door shut with exhaustion, not even bothering to be quiet about it.

"Who's there?" I heard my dad ask appearing from the kitchen but I was already running to my room.

I crash the door behind me muttering under my breath. 

"Bloody hell... bloody hell!" I let a scream escape, gripping my wet hair in my hands.

I groan into my pillow and then throw it across the room. I ripped the covers of my bed in rage and fell against my door, sliding down slowly until my head was tucked into my legs.

Someone knocked lightly, "Baby, are you okay?"

My dad stayed silent outside, waiting for an answer. I grabbed the pillow on the floor and repeatedly banged my head, ignoring the puddle I was making underneath me.

"Honey, let's talk," My dad tried again.

"Leave me alone," I said, my voice muffled from the pillow.

"Olivia, I'm not going anywhere okay, so call me if you want to talk? I'll be in my room," My dad said, and I heard his footsteps disappeared down the hall until it was dead quiet.

My breathing was ragged and my hands were shaking. I slowly brought my fingers to my burning lips and sighed wearily.

What did I do?

I kissed Julian Baker.

Yeah that's obvious. But why?

Why? It's not like I like him.

He was just there, standing so near me that I could smell his minty breath fanning my hair, and his hair was ruffled, not the 'I haven't showered in a week' type of messy but the 'hot' type. Then there was just him. Him saying those words, so sincere, something that I haven't heard in a long time.

It was an 'in the moment' thing, I don't actually like him.

I couldn't like him.

Why am I even debating about this? He's in a relationship for crying out loud!

Then I gasped and put a hand to cover my mouth, "I just kissed Brittany's boyfriend."

Saying these few words brought me back to reality.

I just screwed everything up. All those posters, speeches, for nothing. Julian is never going to help me coach the team, even more, he'll want nothing to do with me. I groaned. The team! Tryouts are tomorrow, I don't have time to start a whole new campaign.

I bit hard on my tongue when I felt my eyes start to water. Oh gosh, no. It was really over. The team, my scholarship, whatever I had with Julian, gone. I curled up on the floor and let out my tears, feeling choked up. I haven't let myself cry since mother... since she left. Not a single tear. Not when I repeatedly tell myself that crying makes you weak.

I grab my phone to text Blaire and rub my red puffy eyes. Before I do, I remember the time. I glance at my alarm clock and it reads 3am. I still try.

Me

Are u up?

Me 

I messed up

sent at 3:02

I stare at my message for a few more minutes before groaning and closing the app. Then I see the picture of Julian and I from the park. His smile was wide and carefree and his trimmed black hair still looked so good even when it was drenched in the rain. He was the definition of photogenic, while I on the other hand was behind him. My blonde hair looked like it was drowning and my outfit was dripping, but I had a small grin on my mouth that I just couldn't resist at the time.

I look at the picture again and feel angry.

Why couldn't I just learn?!

Why can't I just try to be invisible for once?!

Rage engulfs me and I throw my phone across the room, where it cracked into pieces on the floor. Maybe it was better this way. Maybe I'm glad that he hates me instead of not knowing me at all.

I roll onto my side and cry. I cry until there's no tears left. It's after half an hour that I can feel my eyes become exhausted, so I close them. I finally allow myself to sleep, convincing myself that whatever I was feeling for Julian isn't real.

Authors Note

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Signing out,

Queens Blade