Ok, so Wen and Olivia are starting to grow closer to each other :) Let eh sharing of problems begin :)
I stood in front of the door, wondering whether or not to enter. I knew the moment the door opened my dad would jump me, and Sydney would be there to. Maybe I could just never go home, but I knew that wasn't an option. I didn't hate my father, I just hated his choices at the moment. But I couldn't avoid him just because of that, so I bravely turned the doorknob and snuck into the house, heading up the stairs to my room. Maybe I would be lucky, and I could get out of the house before-
"Wen!" My dad's voice boomed through the house and caused me to freeze mid-step. My hand clutched the railing as I turned my head to see my red-faced, yet relieved, father. "Where were you last night? I had to call the police, who wouldn't do anything since you hadn't been missing more than twenty-four hours! I was worried sick!"
"I went to some 24-hour diner, then I stayed in a motel. Completely safe-"
"No! You can't just leave at night without asking me, or even telling me where you're going!"
"I'm sorry, ok? I just needed to get out of the house for awhile." I rubbed the back of my neck anxiously as I checked my watch.
"What, am I boring you? Do you have somewhere to be?"
"Yeah, school." I continued up the stairs and into my room despite his yelling. I grabbed my backpack and started shoving books strewn across the room in it. I quickly changed then threw my backpack over my shoulder, running back down the stairs where my dad was waiting. "Listen dad, I have to get to school. Can we talk about this later?"
"Sure, we can talk about this whenever, since you're going to be grounded for the rest of your life."
"I knew you'd understand." I mumbled sarcastically, grabbing my keys and running out the door.
I managed to get to school with a few minutes to spare, so I stopped by my locker and unloaded my backpack. When I shut my locker door I found Olivia standing there, arms crossed. "Did I do something?" I asked, surprised she was at my locker.
"Are you kidding me? Honestly? You didn't think it was important last night at the diner to inform me you were running away!"
"I wasn't running away. I was just avoiding my dad last night. And I went home," I argue, starting to walk away. I would do anything to spend time with Olivia, but I had already had a lecture and I didn't want another one. However, she managed to catch up with me and grabbed my arm.
"How did you even know about that?" I stopped and looked at her, studying her face. She let go of my arm and sincerely answered.
"Your dad was worried last night, and he had reason. He called everyone in the band to see if you had come to one of our houses. I told him I saw you at the diner, but I hadn't seen you since. I was worried that something had happened to you, and so was your dad!"
"I went home this morning, so everything is fine. And what were you doing there last night? Were you running away or something?" She looked at me blankly for a moment, redirecting her eyes to the floor.
"No. I just wanted to get out of the house for a little while. Clear my head. My grandmother knew where I was. I told her before I left." All my anger subsided as I stared at Olivia. I hated that this whole time I had been so focused on my own, little, problem that I hadn't taken the time to find out what was going on with her.
"You ok?" I asked. For a moment her eyes met mine and I could feel she was about to tell me everything. She opened her mouth, but was interrupted by the bell. We both let out a frustrated sigh and hesitated, waiting for the other to say something.
"I'm fine, really. I'm also late, so…"
"Yeah. I should probably get to class." We turned and both parted ways, but before I left I heard her mumble.
"Yeah, I'm just…perfect."
At lunch the band ate together, talking about places we could perform and setting dates for practices.
"We can keep practicing in the old musical room, right?" I asked, setting my lunch down on the table and taking a seat next to Olivia.
"Yep. And all the instruments we need are in there, so there's no need to worry," Stella responded happily, smiling as she watched her dream of being in a band come together.
"Hey, where's Charlie?" Mo asked, looking around the cafeteria.
"Oh, he told me he had to go get something from his locker," Olivia answered. Mo nodded and sat back down, satisfied with the answer.
"Why do you care so much, Mo?" Stella teased, causing Mo to blush.
"I don't, I was just wondering!" She sank back into her chair and tried to hide the obvious blush, like we all didn't know she had some kind of feelings for Charlie. Stella continued to tease Mo, so I took this opportunity to talk to Olivia.
"So what's really going on?" I whispered, Olivia's surprised face turning to mine.
"What do you mean?"
"Something is obviously going on, and you're not telling me."
"Nothing is going on, and if it was, why would I have to tell you?" She attempted to hide her true emotions with anger, but I could still see right through her act. I decided the only way to get her to trust me was to prove that I trusted her.
"The reason I wanted to get out of the house last night was because of Sydney. When I got home my dad told me she was moving in. He didn't bother to ask me, or even warn me. She was just there, and I couldn't stand it."
"Who is Sydney?" Olivia asked, confused .
"She's practically like my dad's personal entertainment package. She's about half his age, and all he cares about now is serving her needs, and being there with her all the time. I'm not even sure he loves her. I honestly think he just keeps her around so he'll have someone to…be with," I finished awkwardly, feeling as though I might have shared too much. "I think he cares more about her than he does about me." Olivia stared at me then looked down, seemingly debating something over in her mind.
"You're wrong. You should have heard his voice when he called me last night. I'm sure he would have done anything to get you back."
"Hey guys," Stella interrupted, looking between the two of us suspiciously. "What do you think is going on?" We looked behind us to see a huge group of people in the hallway, chanting. We all got up and joined the mob, trying to break through to the front.
"Fight, fight, fight, fight!" the crowd yelled repeatedly, obviously amused by whatever was going on. When we got to the front and could see what was going on, we all froze. Mo looked horrified, breaking out of the mob and frantically running to the center.
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