I woke up today in yet again a fabulous mood.

I got laid over the weekend, I'm excited about girls night Saturday, I can drive again, and tonight is my first night back at dance.

But that mood suddenly changed when I walked in to the school, and saw Mason at his locker with another girl.

A girl I have never seen before in my life.

She looks about Oakens age.

The way she's looking at him just doesn't sit right with me, at all.

Aside from the boys, I have never wanted to choke someone out in my life.

"Olivia?" Grant came walking up next to me.

I never took my eyes off this little red haired trollop the entire time he was walking over. I just knew the voice from it screaming in to a microphone last Friday.

"Hey Grant." I crossed my arms.

"Are you alright?" He stepped in front of me.

"Yeah." I nodded.

"You don't look fine." He shook his head. "Look, do you think I can walk you to your locker, there's something I need to talk to you about."

"Mhm, sure." I tilted slightly to look around him.

"Olivia." He snapped in front of my face.

I flinched and looked up. "Huh?"

"Your locker?" He pointed down the hall.

"Oh yeah, I need to go to my locker." I nodded and started walking.

"Yeah, you said I could walk you." He walked right along with me.

"I did?" I gave him a look.

He nodded. "Here." He took my bag off my shoulder and put his hand on my lower back as we walked.

"Oh, no." I shook my head and moved his hand. "No Grant."

"OK no hands then." He shook his head.

Now I don't know if he heard me, but Mason's head shot right toward us as we walked by, and his face went from calm, to straight up pissed in a matter of seconds.

"Mil I'll talk to you later." He nodded as we walked past. "Just call if you get lost OK?"

"OK." She squeaked out.

I heard his boots clomping down the hall.

"Oh my god Grant walk away." I nodded.

"What?" He shook his head. "Olivia I need to ask you something."

"Grant please walk away." I stopped at my locker and scrunched my face.

"I just wanted to know if you-"

"She doesn't." Mason came walking right up to us and crossed his arms.

"Why don't you let her answer for herself." He turned toward Mason.

"I'm pretty sure her telling you to walk away was her answer." He nodded.

"Olivia do you want to go out with me sometime." Grant looked at me.

"Grant I'm seeing someone." I nodded.

He raised his eyebrows. "You are?"

I nodded.

His face sunk. "Well if I doesn't work out, let me know." He nodded and walked away.

Mason just looked down at me with his someones getting their ass beat face.

I didn't do anything wrong.

I know that for a fact. I moved Grants hand, I told him no, I told him to walk away. All while Mason was chatting up a skinny little freshman bitch.

I rolled my eyes, grabbed my trig and English book, closed my locker, and walked away.

"No!" He yelled. "Do not walk away from me right now Olivia!" He grabbed my arm and pulled me in to the closet next to my locker.

Why the hell is he always pulling me in to closets.

"What the hell was that!" He screamed and pointed at the door.

"I don't know who the hell you're yelling at but I know it's not me." I crossed my arms.

"No, no I'm pretty sure I am yelling at you!" He nodded. "Why the fuck was he walking with you to your locker!"

"Because I was so focused on what you were doing, that I didn't even know I told him he could." I shook my head.

"I wasn't doing anything Olivia! I turn around and see his hand on your back and walking with you!"

"I moved his hand off of me and told him no! I also told him to walk away!" I yelled.

"You shouldn't have been walking with him in the first place after the looks he was giving me Saturday!"

"Again, I was too focused on you and the red haired little freshman to even understand what was coming out of my mouth!"

He crossed his arms. "So you walk with him, because you're jealous? Sounds a little impulsive don't you think." He nodded.

"I'm not fucking jealous of a little freshman fuck bunny!" I yelled.

"Freshman fuck bunny huh." He shook his head.

"She was giving you fuck me eyes Mason." I nodded.

"What the hell are fuck me eyes." He rolled his eyes.

"The look a girl gives you when she's undressing you in her head." I yelled.

"Well if that's the case that's fucking gross." He nodded. "Seeing as it was Milly."

"Great, so she has a name." I rolled my eyes.

"Yes, a name you've known since you were 5." He nodded. "Milly, my cousin Milly. My cousin Milly who lived here until she was 9 and her and my uncle Steve and Aunt Bonnie moved to Ohio." He nodded. "Melinda Benton. Milly. My fucking cousin Milly, Olivia. Or do you not recall me telling you 2 weeks ago that they moved back and her first day would be today." He crossed his arms.

My face sunk because I knew exactly who he was talking about. Little Milly that Oaken married under our tree when he was 7. "That's Milly." I scrunched my face.

"Yes Olivia. That is Milly." He took a deep breath and shook his head. "I don't know what the hell just happened, but I don't like it. You look at me like I'm fucking crazy every time a guy talks to you, but I talk to my cousin, and you waltz down the hall with another dude whose trying to get with you. I didn't do anything, and I haven't done anything for the past 2 months but show you that I'm yours, and you still don't fucking trust me. So maybe, just maybe, you should calm the fuck down for once, and give me the benefit of the doubt." He opened the door, walked out, and slammed it behind him.

I sighed and threw my head back, accidentally hitting it off of one of the shelves.

Today is now not so fabulous.

Now there's only one thing I want to do, so I got my lie face on and headed down to the nurse.

I knocked.

She smiled. "Hi Olivia."

"Hi Mrs. Durham." I gave her a small smile.

"What can I do for you honey?" She stood up from her desk.

"Uhm, I'm just not feeling very well. I was wondering if it's alright if I just go home for the day?" I pursed my lips.

"Is it your stomach that's bothering you?"

I nodded.

"Come sit." She patted her padded table. "Let me check you."

I sighed and jumped up.

She felt around my stomach a few times.

"You are feeling a tid bit tender." She nodded. "I'm gonna let you go home. Try a warm bath."

"Thank you." I nodded.

She wrote me an excuse for the day, I took it to the front office, and I headed home.

Truth is, I feel fine. I was 100% flexing my stomach when she was checking me.

I got home, changed in to a pair of shorts and a sports bra, I messaged Abby, Sie, and Josh and told them I went home, and told Abby that I would pick her up for dance later, and I headed to my basement.

All I wanted to do was dance, and I have a whole routine to come up with.

Which was actually a lot easier than I though it was going to be.

Pissed doesn't even begin to explain the feeling I got when I saw Olivia with Grant this morning.

That feeling escalated to the highest it could when I found out why

Olivia is completely oblivious when it comes to guys in this school, that one is not her fault. But when it comes to her acting like a crazy person because I simply talk to someone, that is.

All I know is that if I see or hear one more dude ask my girlfriend out, I am possibly going to go to jail for either beating his ass, or burning his house down.

Seriously though, in the last 2 months, what have I done for Olivia to not trust me. I trust her, I however don't trust her fan club.

She has never got like that before.

Wait shit.

Maybe this is a good thing.

Olivia got jealous of me talking to a girl.

Granted it was my cousin, but still. She got jealous of me talking to her.

It is a good thing! I'm hers she felt threatened. She doesn't want me to go anywhere or lose me.

Damn it she cares.

And now I need to talk to her.

As soon as the bell rang I ran out of first period and straight to English.

Sie was there, Carter was there, unfortunately so was Cameron, but there was no Olivia.

I sat down in my seat and leaned in to Sienna. "You seen Ol?"

She gave me a look. "She didn't message you either?"

"No, about what?" I shook my head.

"Oh what did the four of you do." She crossed her arms.

"I really have no clue what you're talking about?"

"Olivia went home before first period even started Mason." She nodded.

Alright, this time I get why she didn't tell me. I did just cuss her out in a janitors closet.

"Does Con know?"

She nodded.

I pulled out my phone and hid it under my desk.

Ol?

The last time I went to check on her, she was whipping candles at me. She was fine this morning.

Who knows Con.

Has she messaged you at all.

No, I don't see why she would.

You can take her, will you check on her at lunch? I'm still recovering from the candle shower.

Connor, come on.

PLEASE!

Alright!

I swear to god, he's way to easy.

Thirds and fourth periods decided they were going to take 4 hours today.

I headed over to the Pates, but when I walked in music was coming from the basement.

Of course she's dancing when she should be at school.

I tip toed my ass half way down the stairs while listening to a bunch of 'yeah' and the word naked and I sat down.

I hung my legs over the sides of the stairs and watched for a while.

I need someone who loves me when I wake up

Who thinks I'm beautiful when I'm looking fucked up

I want the perfect love, am I asking too much

Someone who shoots for the stars

Knowing I think I'm never good enough

... I need somebody who loves me naked

Someone who never asks for love

But knows how to take it

Are you that somebody

Who sees a wall and breaks it?

Are you ready to fight just to see what's lost behind my flaws?

Can you love me naked?

After that I just cleared my throat.

She jumped so high, shot around, and screamed. "Fuck!"

I raised my eyebrows and crossed my arms.

"Did you break in to my house?" She shook her head.

"1." I jumped down. "I basically live here." I walked over and stood in front of her. "2, it's not breaking in when you have a key." I pulled my keys out of my pocket. "3, what the hell are you doing home?" I shook my head.

She sighed. "Dancing." She nodded.

"Clearly baby. But why?"

Her face lit up. "I'm still baby?" She pursed her lips.

I gave her a look. "Ol why wouldn't you be?"

"You cussed me out in a janitors closet then left me in there." She nodded.

I sighed and shook my head. "I shouldn't have done that when I get the same way. But the difference is, I get that way about the guys who follow you around the school because they don't give up. You got that way because of the person I used to be." I nodded. "I'm not him anymore Ol, and I really wish you would get that through your head. You're the only girl I see. But you know, you could've just asked me instead of finding a personal escort to walk you down the hall." I crossed my arms.

"That's not what happened." She shook her head.

"Then explain why another dude was walking you down the hall and touching you."

"A lot of yeah and mhm's coming out of my mouth." She scrunched her face. "Then he snapped in front of my face, I came to, and he said something about my locker. I didn't even know I told him he could walk me until he said I did. Then he took my bag and put his hand on my back, which I instantly moved off and told him no. But I did not know he was going to ask me out." She shook her head.

"I did." I nodded. "Ol, you are completely clueless when it comes to guys hitting on you, you know that correct?"

"I am not." She crossed her arms.

"I did it for 4 years." I nodded.

Her face went flat. "Oh." She pursed her lips.

"Yeah."

"Well how was I supposed to know. Someone made it impossible for me to date before you, and now I have no need to learn about guys because I already have one." She nodded.

I sighed and smiled. "You're right." I nodded. "But try maybe distancing your self a bit from guys who are giving you 'fuck me eyes'." I smirked.

"I didn't know." She whined.

"You didn't ask." I shook my head.

She sighed. "I'm sorry." She shook her head.

"It's OK." I nodded. "Its because you care about. And maybe now, you understand how I feel everyday. But in regards to that song." I wrapped my arms around her back and pulled her in to me. "I have seen you bleed out on your kitchen floor, in the hospital, pale with wires connected all over your body. I've seen you wake up in the morning with a birds nest on top of your head and gunk in your eyes. I've seen you pissed. I've seen you cry. And I've seen you crazy as fuck. And you've never been anything but beautiful to me. I fucking love it when you're naked, even though she wasn't talking about you being physically naked. But baby. You're more than good enough for me. You're more than anything I've ever wanted. So, that insecurity that's traveling through your head, stop it. You have me OK? You're my one." I leaned down and kissed her.

"I love you." I smiled.

She smiled too. "I know." She nodded.

I sighed. "Good. But now that that's covered and I know you're fine, I have to go back to school. Call me after dance?"

"OK."

I kissed her again before I left.

Remember how I said I'm starting to hate the words 'I know.'

Yeah, I despise them now.

I finished out school, went to practice, and got home just in time for me to plop on my bed when Olivia started calling me.

Hello Gorgeous.

Hi.

I sighed.

What's the matter?

It's just a dance.

What's just a dance Olivia.

Well, I've got my student choreo, another solo, a big little duet, a duet with Abby, and another duet.

With who Ol.

It's just a dance.

So you have another dance with Will.

Mason I can't turn it down.

Yeah Ol, I know. It's unprofessional, scouts, so on so forth.

Does it help that I told him it's just dancing, and if we're practicing it's either at studio or here?

Not really Ol, no.

You can be here.

I let out a small smile.

That, that makes it better.

You know I'm yours, right?

Well I'd hope so Ol.

Turn around.

I turned around to see her sitting on her bed looking out her window.

She waved.

I smiled and waved back.

Well hi.

You're mine, so I better be yours.

My smile got bigger.

You're mine.

You have me.

You have me.

Goodnight babe.

Goodnight baby.

We both hung up.

I'm really starting to hate dance.

Because now, I'm not just watching the girl I'm seeing be groped by a dude.

I'm watching my girlfriend be groped by a dude.

Now I'm feeling a little like Olivia this morning.

Fuck.