Those puppy eyes were back when she turned to look at me. Damn her. “Ella, you have other friends there. What difference does it make if I come or not?”
“Because I want
you
there. I don’t want to go and hang out with those girls. I’ve been doing it for the last two years and I’ve had all I can handle. My bestie is back and she’s not leaving my side again.”
I gulped. Literally. Ella and her passion for life could be slightly scary at times. Especially to someone like me who tended to stay in by herself and avoid the social networks of high school. I walked over to my bed and sat down, fidgeting with the edge of my shirt. The silver danced in the light of my bedroom, mesmerizing me for a second. I wondered if I could recreate such a colour on my canvas. I looked up at the still blank surface and that urge to create filled me again.
“Okay, there are enough people there now that I think it’s time for us to make our entrance.”
No painting tonight, Olivia
, I told myself. “What are we trying to accomplish here? Being ‘fashionably late’?” I asked, making quotations with my hands.
“Exactly!” She smiled. I sighed loudly.
At least her shirt has a back
, I thought begrudgingly. Then again, she had so much cleavage in the front I was pretty sure Pamela Anderson would be jealous. Her blonde hair was flipped at the ends, wisps framing her face nicely. Her make-up looked a lot like mine, except her lips were a deeper red, and her blue eyes popped out way more than my green eyes ever could.
“How are we going to get past my parents?”
She waved me off. “Olive, please. Your dad won’t even notice and your mom is probably so involved in her CSI marathon that they won’t even stop us.” True. Damn it.
We walked downstairs, each step feeling like I was growing closer to the guillotine, the sharp edge of teenage life just waiting to slice my head off. Ella might have been happy that I looked good, but it was only going to make Reagan and her ghouls notice me more, something I’d rather avoid. Forever. If at all possible.
“Where you girls off to?” my mom called out, not taking her eyes of the television. I sighed again. Why were they so predictable? My dad’s face was hidden behind the newspaper, his feet propped up on the table in front of him as he sat beside my mom, pretending (not very well) to be interested in her shows.
“We’re just going to go hang out at a friend’s house,” Ella answered.
“Okay dears, you two have fun.”
Ugh. Couldn’t I have really nosey, overprotective parents? Was that too much to ask for? We headed outside and the sound of music from next door hit us instantly. People’s voices rose just above it, along with the sounds of bottles clinking and other ruckus. A group stood out in front of the garage, billows of smoke rising above their heads. We’d have to walk by them to get inside. My stomach tightened as Ella grabbed my hand and forced me to walk down my driveway and around the fence separating our houses.
I skidded to a stop just at the edge where the light from the garage illuminated the pavement, still hidden in shadows. “I can’t do this,” I whispered to Ella, wiggling my hand free of hers. She didn’t miss a beat, snatching it right back and giving it a firm squeeze.
“Olivia Anne Banks, you are going in there and you are going to show those people that you are not some strange recluse, just because you like to paint pictures.”
The determination in her voice had my head snapping back in surprise.
“This is our last year of high school. I only got to enjoy the first with you, and I’ll admit it was a bit rough. People are assholes, what can I say? They only make fun of things they don’t understand, and they don’t get why someone like you would rather sit inside and create beautiful pieces of art than to be out with them doing what stupid shit teenagers do. It’s just jealousy, Olive,” she said.
“Jealousy?” I gave her an unconvinced look. If I could lift one eyebrow I would have, but alas, my eyebrows suck.
She stepped closer, her voice low. “Of course it’s jealousy. That’s all it ever was, especially with Reagan. People like her need to be in a crowd. They need to feel that attention and acceptance. You don’t give a shit what people think. It infuriates girls like her. Plus, she knows you’re prettier than her,” she said with a wink. “Now, stop being a baby and strut that fine piece of ass inside that house.” She slapped my butt with her free hand, urging me forward.
“Your encouraging speech aside, let me just say, you have some serious issues.”
She laughed loudly, causing a few people to turn their heads in our direction as we walked closer. “Only when it comes to you, my love.”
I rolled my eyes, biting back my smile. As we grew closer more people started to look and my palms started to sweat again.
“Ella Page, is that you?” a boy’s voice called out.
“Hey Ryan,” she greeted with her signature flirty smile. I knew she wasn’t actually flirting, just being nice. We’d gone to school with Ryan since grade two and both of us remembered the way he’d pick his nose in class when he thought no one was looking.
“Who’s your friend?” he asked, stepping forward to block our path. We both came to a stop, my hand gripping hers like she was my lifeline.
“It’s Olivia,” she said in an annoyed tone. “Who else would it be?”
“Olivia Banks?” His eyes grew wide as they slowly moved over me from head to toe. “Jesus, girl. Where the hell have you been?”
“Rehab,” I said, deadpanned.
“Seriously?”
Ella pulled me around him, marching us toward the open door inside the garage. “No, not seriously, you idiot,” she said over her shoulder. She turned to look at me, my mouth stretched into a wide grin. “You’re going to make this so hard for me, aren’t you? Can’t you just
try
to get people to like you?”
I shrugged my shoulders, laughing at the way she was desperately trying not to laugh herself. “Oh come on! Can’t I at least have a little fun?”
“Your idea of fun scares me.”
“No,
your
idea of fun scares
me
,” I said.
“Whatever. Let’s go get a drink.”
The inside of the house was similar to mine in the open concept of it, but was currently littered with people and plastic cups. The kitchen was a bit dated, the cupboards looked like they were the original ones, some of them hanging off hinges, others missing completely. The countertop was chipped on the edges in certain spots, especially around the island that was covered in bottles of alcohol. Ella brought us there, grabbing two empty red cups and filling them with some sort of liquor and topping it with coke. I watched her make them, wondering how the hell I was going to actually drink it. I hated the taste of alcohol.
“Hey, Ella,” a voice greeted. I looked up to see that Rannon guy watching us from the other side of the island, his dark eyes flipping back and forth between us. Finally they stuck on me and he smiled.
“Hey, Rannon,” Ella said, her voice squeaky. God, could she be any more obvious?
“Olivia, right?” he said to me.
I nodded, taking the cup from Ella and downing a gulp. My gag reflex kicked in as soon as the nasty liquid hit my tongue but I fought it back. Oh yeah, I hated alcohol. I took another sip.
“I didn’t know you were back,” he was saying.
“She only got here last weekend,” Ella offered.
“You staying for the summer?”
I nodded again.
“She’s coming back to Bloomfield High this year,” said Ella. I looked at her with my death glare but she ignored me.
“Really?” He crossed his arms over his chest, a pleased look on his face. His eyes flicked over my shoulder just as the hairs on the back of my neck stood on end. I could feel someone standing close to me, the heat off their body warming my bare back. My breathing grew shallow and I knew instantly who it was before Rannon spoke. “Look who’s here, Colt. Olivia Banks from next door.” There was something about the way he said it that suggested there was some sort of secret message beneath those simple words, but I had no idea what it could mean.
I turned my head extra slowly, looking over my shoulder at the bare chest standing there. Then I raised my head and met eyes that were dangerously close to the colour of the shirt I was wearing. Silver was starting to become my favourite colour. They looked back at me, unblinking, heating my body and making coherent thought difficult. A slow smile lifted one side of his mouth. I licked my dry lips, feeling like I was standing in a desert all of a sudden. His eyes watched the movement, causing goose bumps to rise along my arms. I turned back around and took a bigger gulp of my disgusting drink.
“Hello, Olivia Banks.” His voice rolled over me like a physical caress. He’d stepped closer, his mouth right by my ear when he spoke. I could almost feel his bare chest against my back.
“Hey, Colt,” Ella said, saving me from embarrassing myself. I wasn’t sure I could form a sentence at this point.
“Ella,” he replied, not moving away from me. Didn’t he know anything about personal space? Because he was all up in mine and I didn’t like it. Okay, maybe I did. I wanted to just lean back a fraction and let my body rest against his, but that would just be weird, and these people already thought I was weird enough. I didn’t need to give them more reason.
“Ella here says Olivia will be back at school this year,” Rannon said. I looked over at him, confused why he’d think that would be of any interest to Colt Morgan. The man hardly knew I was alive.
“Is that right?” he asked. Ella and Rannon were looking at me, waiting, so I turned to tell him yes and found my face only inches from his. He was bent into me, his nose practically touching mine. All breathing ceased, the air stuck in my lungs. “So you’re sticking around for a while?” he said.
I nodded my head slowly, afraid to move too much. Someone popped up beside him, their small hands gripping his bicep.
“Colt,” Reagan whined in a way that made me want to rip my ears off so I’d never have to hear that sound again. “You said you’d be right back. I’ve been waiting forever.” She pouted her lips. Her eyes brushed right over me to land on Ella. “Ella Bella! You’re here!”
I twisted to look at Ella, my eyebrows pulled together.
Ella Bella,
I mouthed. Ella rolled her eyes before smiling at Reagan. I looked back at Colt to find him watching me closely, a small smile playing on his lips. At least he had backed up a fraction giving me space to breathe again.
“Hey, Reagan,” Ella said. “You look amazing tonight.” Lie.
Reagan flipped her hair over her shoulder. “Thanks,” she said in that way where you knew she didn’t really mean it because
obviously
she looked amazing. Now I remembered why I hated her so much, not that I really ever forgot. Finally her eyes found mine and I watched as they narrowed on me.
Ella’s hand instantly gripped my arm. “Olivia is back in town,” she said, explaining the obvious. “Isn’t that great?”
Uh, no. Reagan was definitely not thinking that was great. That should have been a given. Although I gave Ella points for trying. Reagan’s eyes moved over me, taking stock. I could tell by the firm set of her lips that she was not impressed. “Wow, Olivia. What hole did you crawl out of?”
A much cleaner and sanitary one than the one you did, I thought.
“Not cool, Reagan,” Rannon said, walking around the island to stand beside me. Her lip curled at me as she flipped her hair again.
“Whatever.” She turned to press her body against Colt’s, running her hand over his bare chest. I watched that hand, wanting so badly to rip it off him. Who was I kidding? She was the type of girl he hooked up with. The popular girl and popular guy. Their love story was made in the heavens and all that bull shit. I looked up to meet his gaze again that hadn’t seemed to waver from me. “Let’s go back in your bedroom and finish what we started,” she cooed, pressing closer.
I literally think I threw up a little in my mouth. The fact that he was still looking at me was making it harder to turn away when that’s all I wanted to do. I didn’t want to have to watch her paw at him.
“Colt,” she said again, stomping her foot. That’s right, she stomped her foot like a child. Finally he turned to look at her. “I said let’s go. You’ve wasted enough time on these people,” she said with disgust.
“We were going anyway,” I said, speaking for the first time. Colt’s eyes narrowed. “Thanks for the drink. Great party.”
“Yeah, thanks,” Ella said, putting her cup back on the island, barely touched. She reached out and grabbed my hand.
“Don’t leave yet!” Rannon called out as we started making our way through the crowd.
As if we would stay
, I thought. This was turning out just as badly as I’d expected. I froze up in front of Colt, and was ridiculed by Reagan. Yup, pretty much as I’d expected. We headed outside and sped walked back over to my house. Ella opened the front door and walked in, neither of us saying a word. Just as I was about to go inside I glanced back at his house and froze. Colt stood at the edge of his garage watching me, a strange look on his face. We stared at one another for a moment before I broke and looked away, walking inside.
Worst. Night. Ever.
Four
One must always draw, draw with the eyes, when one cannot draw with a pencil – Balthus
Colt
The sun filtered through the blinds casting streaks of light across the bed. I opened my eyes slowly, instantly regretting it. Head pounding, mouth dry and cottony, I rolled over and buried my face in my pillow trying to block out the world. Why the hell do I do this to myself? Hangovers were my nemesis.
Movement beside me had me lifting my head to see Reagan lying on the other side of my bed, her clothes askew, hair like a birds nest across the pillow, drool leaking out the corner of her mouth as she slept with it wide open. Ugh. Did I? I thought back and shook my head, which was not a good idea at this point. I groaned, burying my face again.
No, I definitely hadn’t slept with her. If I remembered correctly she had been passed out in here whenever I decided to finally come back inside. I had tried to move her, but for a small girl she was surprisingly heavy when passed out drunk. I ended up standing outside most of the night, a part of me wishing that the door next door would open again and Olivia would have changed her mind.