"Olivia!?" I hear Ava yelling. I slightly open my eyes. I somehow feel dizzy, Ava tries lifting me up but she clearly needs help. I roll my eyes but even that hurts.
"What happened?" I ask confused.
"You fainted!" she says frantically. I've never fainted before. She hands me a water bottle and I instantly feel better. I sit down on the bed and she presses a cold cloth onto my forehead.
"Thanks, I feel better. I guess I was just . . . I don't know." I say still confused.
"I'm sorry I laid all of this on you." She says and I can see the puppy behind her eyes.
"No it's okay, I don't even know what came over me." I know Ava is trying not to mention the fortune teller again but I can tell she wants to.
"It's okay," I tell her, hoping she'll tell me more.
"Are you sure?" she asks, hesitant.
"Yes, tell me everything, I don't believe any of this is true despite just fainting." I say.
"Olivia, are you eating enough? I barely see you eat." she asks and come to think of it I haven't eaten a lot lately but I still reply with a small ‚yes'.
"I just feel weird today that's all, I feel too tired to think and my head is clouded." She explains and I nod. "Me too." I simply say.
"Maybe we should get another reading? Or at least ask her about everything." Ava suggests but I'm not so sure I want to until I remember Liam, I want to know more about him and if this is the only way then I want to do it.
After around fifteen minutes of walking, we finally approach the sketchy alleyway. What was Ava thinking, bringing us here in the first place? I shake my head and my eyes go wide when I see that the place is gone.
"Wait, what? are you sure this is the right place?" I ask Ava even though I know it is.
"Yeah . . . I'm sure. How can this be, I mean it's the same building but there's no shop."
"Maybe she ran out of business." I joke. Ava looks at me with a serious face.
"No, I think we're too late . . . " Ava says and steps closer to the building. ‚For Sale' is written in big lettering. My fat fingers graze the sign and I know this must be some kind of sick joke that I don't want to be a part of.
"What now?" I ask her.
"I don't really know . . . all I heard was that it's enough to just go down here and ask her if we fucked up but I guess . . . we can't." She says with a low voice and I swear I think she might be tearing up.
"Honestly, Ava the longer we stand here the more stupid this all sounds, a curse, really? I mean where is that even coming from. Like that's not real life, we paid her and that's that." I say with disbelief "Yeah . . . " she forces a
giggle. "I guess you're right," she adds but the frown on her face doesn't disappear as easily.
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Loving her
Teen FictionOlivia is an overly-heavy college freshman. With a dorm room and a new school awaiting, she's excited to press re-start on her life. But nothing seems to be going as planned until she stumbles into Liam, a broad-shouldered blue-eyed jock. Olivia is...
