Falls For The Wrong Type.
Chapter 1.
*Olivia's POV*
Back to school, how i fucken hate school, teachers blabing on all day about how I'm not going to go anywhere, smoking and doing drugs is bad, blah blah blah and by friday I'm sick of it. As per usual it's before school and I'm outide against the car with my boyfriend Jacob, having our usual before school smoke, the teachers sort of got sick of yelling at us about it so they have gotten over it. The bell rings and I have maths first, fuck I hate maths.On my way to class I'm just walking the hallway with Jacob when out of nowhere about 5 guys walk straight into me, well I walked into them but I dont give a fuck, "fucken watch out you dumb twats" i yelled, it was those stupid 5 exchange students from Britain, they where so annoying, thinking there so hot with there hole "look at me im British I've got a cool accent, I'm so cool', god they where annoying. "sorry" they say in unisen, fuck it was stuoid sounding.
Schools dragging on as per usual sitting through the continuous days of hell and torture, I'm just happy I can finally graduate and leave this hell hole at the end of this year. The bell finally goes, I'm excited to get the fuck out of here It's finally friday and I can finally get smashed and stoned this weekend. I make my way outside waiting for Jacob, he always picks me up since I moved ot of home and I live on my own and had my drivers licence suspended for drink driving, but he wasn't here. I waited a good 20 minues before I decided to call him, "Jacob where the fuck are you, I'm waiting for you at the school", "your dumped", and that was it, he hung up, he left me here along with no way home and he dumped me, fuck could this day get any worse. I prepare myself for the hour long walk ahead of me, already dreading that physical excersice when it starts raining, and thats when the tears start falling, smudging my miscara, I look like a loser sitting outside my shithole school, on the steps crying my eyes out with smudged miscara, and now its raining and I have to walk because I can't afford a bus or a taxi, fuck this. I decide to wait here a while hoping the rain will slow down giving me a good chance of running home without getting to wet. When out of nowhere I hear a voice with an unmistakable accent, " you need a lift".
Back to school, how i fucken hate school, teachers blabing on all day about how I'm not going to go anywhere, smoking and doing drugs is bad, blah blah blah and by friday I'm sick of it. As per usual it's before school and I'm outide against the car with my boyfriend Jacob, having our usual before school smoke, the teachers sort of got sick of yelling at us about it so they have gotten over it. The bell rings and I have maths first, fuck I hate maths.On my way to class I'm just walking the hallway with Jacob when out of nowhere about 5 guys walk straight into me, well I walked into them but I dont give a fuck, "fucken watch out you dumb twats" i yelled, it was those stupid 5 exchange students from Britain, they where so annoying, thinking there so hot with there hole "look at me im British I've got a cool accent, I'm so cool', god they where annoying. "sorry" they say in unisen, fuck it was stuoid sounding.
Schools dragging on as per usual sitting through the continuous days of hell and torture, I'm just happy I can finally graduate and leave this hell hole at the end of this year. The bell finally goes, I'm excited to get the fuck out of here It's finally friday and I can finally get smashed and stoned this weekend. I make my way outside waiting for Jacob, he always picks me up since I moved ot of home and I live on my own and had my drivers licence suspended for drink driving, but he wasn't here. I waited a good 20 minues before I decided to call him, "Jacob where the fuck are you, I'm waiting for you at the school", "your dumped", and that was it, he hung up, he left me here along with no way home and he dumped me, fuck could this day get any worse. I prepare myself for the hour long walk ahead of me, already dreading that physical excersice when it starts raining, and thats when the tears start falling, smudging my miscara, I look like a loser sitting outside my shithole school, on the steps crying my eyes out with smudged miscara, and now its raining and I have to walk because I can't afford a bus or a taxi, fuck this. I decide to wait here a while hoping the rain will slow down giving me a good chance of running home without getting to wet. When out of nowhere I hear a voice with an unmistakable accent, " you need a lift".
