Olivia Wanton

I hate the first day of school. you go through the same thing year after year. Rules of the school. What you can do in this class. WHat you can't do in that class. Trust me, it gets old after three years of it. Being a senior is going to rock! And as soon as the year is over, I'm off to Europe with my best friend in the whole world-Dallas Ackles.

Dallas Ackles

The first day of school. I love it! THere's always hot, incoming freshman chicks. Although, my younger sister is a freshman and she told me that i'd better stay away from her friends. That cancels out a lot of chicks, though, cuz my sister is really popular. Oh well, at the end of the year, I'll be seeing hot European chicks with my best friend-Olivia Wanton.

Chapter One (Olivia)

I walked through the halls of Westside High School staring at the same people I'd been in school with since freshman year. The same people got so boring after a while. I was so glad that i had Dallas. He never got boring.

"Hey beautiful," he said coming up behind me and wrapping his arms around my waist.

I laughed. "What's up?"

"The first day of school. Isn't it great?" he asked with a huge smile.

I shrugged. "I hate it. It drives me crazy." We started to walk to our assigned lockers for the year.

"Well, I like it," he stated.

I rolled my eyes. "Of course you would. Those new freshman and everything."

He laughed and took his arms off my waist. "You know me too well. ALthough, you'd probably like it, too if you weren't so down about everything."

I frowned at him as we arrived to our lockers. I started to put my books and notebooks inside. "i'm not down about everything."

"Yeah , you are. I dont' think you've dressed like a girl since eighth grade because you're so down about you body." I looked down at my clothes. Baggy pants and an oversized T-shirt. "So I like to dress comfortably. Is that suddenly a crime?"

"No, but...I don't know. Maybe you'd feel a little better about yourself if you dressed more like...her," he said. He pointed to a girl with blonde hair and blue eyes. She was wearing a tight, light purple tank top with short white shorts.

"Kelli Larson?" I asked him. "You've got to be kidding me."

He licked his lips and a sly smile came across his face. "I don't know. I kind of like how she dresses." he winked at me.

I sighed. "You would."

He threw his arm around my shoulder as we both slammed our lockers. "Calculus first period, right?" he asked.

I groaned. "Unfortunately."

"Would you pep up a little?"

I stared at him. "Dallas, we've been best friends since kindergarten. WHen have i ever been 'peppy'?"

He shook his head. "Maybe you should try cheerleading or something this year instead of basketball and soccer agian?"

"Uh-uh. I'm not about to wear short, little skirts, and bounce up and down like a freak yelling, 'Go, Team, Go!'"

Dallas laughed. "Whatever. I was just trying to help."

"There's nothing to help. I"m a perfectly happy person."

He sighed and shook his head.

We walked into the classroom and almost immediately about ten girls flocked to Dallas. Naturally, I was pushed aside. Again. I was never noticed in his "girl groups." I wasn't exactly gorgeous-at least, not in my eyes. I had straight auburn hair, bright blue eyes, and was about five feet tall. I wasn't exactly the skinniest person in the world, but i wasn't extremely fat either. I was just your average teenage girl.

Dallas, on the other hand, was the most popular guy in school, and definitely the cutest. He stood six-foot-four, had dark brown hair that hung down a little past his forehead and framed his eyes. He had deep green eyes that any girl would be lucky to gaze into. They kind of sparkled when he laughed and when he was upset about something they became almost a forest green.

He had a great build, and awesome muscles. He was quarterback of the football team, played basketball and soccer, and ran in track.

When class started, he found a seat next to me and softly nudged me in the ribs. I turned to look at him.

"I got a date with Kelli Larson tomorrow night," he said with a wide grin.

I rolled my eyes. "Figures." I picked my pen up and started doodling in my notebook.

"Are you okay?" he whispered. "You look a little 'green.'" I could see a mischevious glint in his eyes.

I elbowed him hard in the side. "I'm not jealous, you loser. I could care less what blonde bimbo you go out with."

Dallas smirked. "Jealousy suits you, Livvy."

"I'm not jealous," i snapped. "Shut up!"

Dallas rolled his eyes and went back to drawing soem cartoon in the margin of his notebook.

* * * After school, I sprawled out on a chair in the backyard by the pool. I had a black bikini on, was reading a book by my favorite author, and eating a bowl of cherries.

"Oh my gosh!" Dallas announced coming around teh corner. "She does own something girly!"

I threw a cherry at him and he caught it in his mouth. "Don't make any comments. Clara made me buy it."

Clara was my older sister. She was twenty-one and had just gotten married, and was always telling me that i should be more feminine. Whatever. I liked the way I was.

"YOur sister has good taste. It looks nice on you."

I grunted. "Right. Thanks."

He pulled off his T-shirt and khaki shorts and jumped into the pool in his swimming trunks-splashing me with about a gallon of water.

He swam over the the edge nearest meand stood in the pool staring at me. "C'mon, Livvy. Get in."

I shook my head. "I don't think so. I like my book."

He climbed out of the pool, the water glistening on his bronze skin. He grabbed my hand and pulled me towards the pool.

"Dallas, you loser, let me go!" I screamed.

He just laughed as i tried to get free from him. He was strong enough to have a pretty hard grip on me. He quickly pulled me close to him, wrapped his arms around my waist, and jumped into the pool with me in his arms.

When we were in teh water, I finally wriggled out of his grasp. "i hate you!" I yelled and then started laughing hysterically as he splashed me with more water.

He swam close to me. "You don't hate me, really, do you?"

I started laughing and splashed him. "You look pathetic. Get rid of the droopy puppy-dog eyes."

He pouted. "YOu used to like my droopy puppy-dog eyes."

"Yeah. Until you started using them to check out every girl in sight." I splashed him with a huge gust of water.

"Not every girl. I don't check you out." He splashed me again, but I just stood there. I swam over to the edge and climbed out of the pool. I walked over to the chari and snatched my towel up. I wrapped it around me and stormed in the house slamming the door behind me and leaving a very confused Dallas in the pool.

I went to the kitchen and sat at the table. A few minutes later, i heard teh door shut agian and Dallas stood in front of me. I looked up.

"Are you okay?" he asked. His brows creased toghether in concern.

"I'm fine," i snapped. " I just got a headache all of a sudden. You should probably go home."

Dallas looked hurt and i instantly felt guilty, but I really didn't want to be around him at the moment.

"Okay," he said. "I'll see you tomorrow at school."

He left and I sat in the kitchen with my head in my hands.

* * * As I laid in bed that night, I stared at the ceiling. Why was it that what Dallas had said earlier hurt me? It's not like i cared that he didn't check me out. Dallas and I just weren't like that. I was teh girl that guys are friends with, not the girl that guys date. It just didn't work that way.

I got up and walked downstairs to the kitchen and grabbed a Coke out of the fridge. I sat at teh table drinking my pop and a couple minutes later, my mom came down.

"I figured it was you down here," she said.

"Well, it wouldn't be Vasia," I said.

My mom smiled at me. My mom had just had a baby three months ago. Vasia was teh prettiest littel baby in the world. She had mine and my mom's auburn hair, but she had my dad's green eyes.

"What's keeping you up?" my mom asked sitting across from me.

"I'm just thinking."


I shrugged. "It's not a big deal."

She raised an eyebrow. "Obviously it is if it's got you to the point where you can't sleep."

"Really, it's not." I quickly finished my pop. "I'm going back to bed." I got up and threw the can in teh garbage. I gave my mom a quick kiss on teh cheek and headed up to bed. I wasn't going to let it get to me anymore.

Dallas Ackles

I don't get it. I obviously did something to upset Olivia earlier, but i can't think of what. She told me that she just had a headache, but I know her much better than that. I'm gonna find out what's wrong. And soon.