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An hour later all four of us girls are dancing on the makeshift dance floor in the living room. Olivia and Courtney have sobered up a bit and are using their best moves to lure in the opposite sex. Quinn on the other hand has opened up more from the alcohol. As my head is moving to the beat of Calvin Harris I notice someone who is probably going to get her ass kicked if Olivia finds out that she's here. I look over at Olivia. Oh yeah, she knows. Her face turns into one of complete drunken rage. She slowly starts to stalk towards where Penelope is and I scramble to grab her arms.

"Liv, Liv, Liv, Olivia don't do this you're not thinking straight," I stand in front of her but she just lightly pushes me to the side. Courtney and Quinn stop dancing once they realize what is about to happen.

The crowd starts parting ways when they see Olivia's face. Penelope looks our way, the smile on her face slowly fading.

"Olivia this is the actions of the alcohol, you don't really want to hurt anyone," Quinn tried reasoning. By now we had reached Penelope.

"Well well well, if it isn't the-" Penelope didn't get to finish her sentence.

"Did you make out with Zach by the fountain today?" Olivia demands, staring her down. Penelope's mouth opens but no words come out. Olivia glares, "Did you?"

Penelope shifts her jaw before wiping her face of any guilt, even smiling a little. "Yeah, and?"

Olivia becomes deathly calm. "Did you know we were still together?" She asks, her tone void of any emotions.

Penelope tilts her head to the side. "He might have mentioned it, but he flirted with me too, so that's on you." My eyebrows furrow in confusion at her words. Yes, Zach is mostly to blame but if you knew and still acted on it? Fuck no.

Olivia takes a short calming breath. And then punches Penelope in the face.

"Crap!" Quinn and I wince at the thud heard. Courtney just shakes her head putting her palm to her face.

"Liv!" I grab her arm, stepping in front of her, blocking Penelope from coming near her.

The room goes dead silent.

"Mother of hell that hurt like a bitch!" Olivia shouts as she cradles her hand to her chest. That sobered her up. "I so did not think that punch through."

"What the fuck Liv?" Penelope shouts with a hand on her nose. I try to inconspicuously lean closer to her trying to see if she's bleeding or not.

Olivia glares at Penelope over my shoulder. "You knew we were together and you still made out with him willingly!"

"Oh, my God so what? You've been dating for like three weeks, it's not my fault if he approaches me," Penelope groans slightly.

Olivia slowly retreats into herself, her sober thoughts dominating her alcohol-induced ones.

"Are you fucking stupid? Do you hear yourself? Yes, Zach is to blame for cheating on her but you knew they were together and you still chose to kiss him, that part is on you, you should have said no and told Liv immediately," I reprimand her.

"I don't see why you need to defend Olivia, Charlotte, two of your closest friends are the school's biggest sluts," Penelope sneers at me.

My expression goes blank and I feel absolutely no remorse when I step up to her, punching her in the same spot that Olivia had hit her. Gasps erupt around the room as Penelope reels backward grasping her, now definitely bleeding, nose.

"Stop fucking punching me!" She shouts in pain.

I take a step forward and grab a piece of her clothing, pulling her face closer to me, "Don't you dare talk about my friends like that. Just because someone likes to go on dates, doesn't make them sluts, but if you kiss someone in some form of a relationship, then you're the fucking poster child for sluts," I push her away and she stumbles back.

"Burn!" Olivia shouts. I turn around and slowly walk over to the girls, the music is turned back on, trying to lighten the rooms' general atmosphere.

"You punched her," Courtney says with her mouth wide open.

"Your fist actually connected with her face," Quinn says equally shocked.

"And it was awesome!" Olivia shouts putting her arm around my shoulder. "I love you best friend."

"She deserved it, no one talks about my friends that way," I mumble as we all turn to watch Penelope walk out of the house with a napkin, that is slightly stained red, pressed to her face. She glares in our direction. Olivia gives her a small wave while simultaneously flipping her off. Once she was out the door I slumped against Olivia cradling my fist, "You're right. That does hurt like a bitch," I pout to Olivia.

"My poor little brawler," she returns my pout, gently patting my head. We slowly make our way back to the kitchen while the party springs back into action like nothing happened.

Chase rushes to me as I lean against the counter inspecting my aching knuckles. He takes my hand gently looking at the slow swelling taking effect.

"You need ice," he mumbles quietly, turning around heading towards the fridge.

"I'm fine Chase. It's just a little swelling, I didn't break my fingers," I laugh off the pain. He ignores me as he brings me an ice pack.

"What were you thinking Charlotte? You could have seriously hurt yourself," he said with a little aggression.

"Chase come on, don't be ridiculous. It is not like her nose was a brick wall," I explain with a breathy laugh. What is his problem?

"She wishes her nose was a brick wall!" Olivia shouts across the room, causing laughter and cheers to fill the air. I let out a little giggle at my drunk best friend.

"Someone like you isn't supposed to go around punching other people," Chase said exasperated.

I rear back at the off comment. "I'm sorry, someone like me?" I ask slowly getting aggravated.

"Girls are just supposed to call each other names and not talk to each other for years. Men are the ones that punch and then we just get over it," he laughs at his own comments.

My jaw drops in shock. "Are you kidding me right now? That was the most pathetically sexist line I've ever heard," I spit out.

"That's not what I meant-" he tries to explain before I cut him off completely.

"Are you sure, because that's sure as hell what it sounded like?" I point out.

"I'm just saying that you're usually the bigger person in these situations. What happened to walking away from fights? And you're drunk right now so you're not thinking properly," he tries to save himself from his earlier words but he can't help but roll his eyes at my attitude.

"We've been together for less than three months, and you've never seen me in a fight so how would you know?" I raised both hands in the air. "You want me to be the bigger person?" He nods his head slowly, "Fine, this is me being the bigger person." I push off the kitchen counter and walk over to my friends, indicating with my facial expression that it is time to get the hell out of here. Chase stands frozen behind me with a shocked expression like he didn't see that coming. Sensing the tension in the room, Olivia jumps into action.

"Alright losers, I'm out of here," Olivia pulls the peace sign as she walks out of the kitchen, only to return a few seconds later to grab a bottle of vodka off the counter and repeat her exit, "Someone call me a cab!"

"Quinn grab a bucket! I think she's going to need it on the way home!" I yell over my shoulder trying to catch up to Olivia.

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Hi Everyone!

Edited 26/01/2022: Never once did I condone Olivia or Charlottes behaviour in this chapter, people make mistakes when pushed too far, I've seen people hit others for WAY less. It's a book, move on.

I Just want to thank everyone for the amazing support over the last few chapters, it seriously makes my day every time I see that I have more readers.

So thank you so so much!

Sammipott xx