I Know That Girl

Olive's P.O.V.

Lucas had asked me on a date again. I wasn't sure how I felt about it at the moment. I know that I want it, but I'm also scared to get hurt again. I like Lucas too much, despite trying to keep it just about sex. I tried to tell my body to say no, but what came out was yes. I slapped myself stupidly on the drive to school.

The car was a damn dream. It drove so well and with the weather being nice; I had put the top down, feeling the wind whip my hair around. It probably wasn't my brightest idea. I had to tie my bird's nest of hair into a high, messy bun when I arrived. I ran to my class, cutting it close, but somehow still making it on time. Professor Johnson greeted me with a small smile. All my professors had expressed their condolences. They had been keeping an attentive eye on me.

Class was quick. I found it oddly easy here lately. I am not sure if it is because Professor Johnson is such a great teacher, or because I got so far ahead in our textbook last week whe