"But if the story's over
Why am I still writing pages?"- Death by a Thousand Cuts: TS

Sometimes people make reckless decisions that have major consequences. This is one of those times.

Bria grips my arm as we walk out of the building with utmost confidence. "Fake it till you make it," I tell myself so I don't get caught.

I'm faking the fact I need to do a massive shart. I am not making it.

Never in my eighteen years have I rebelled like this. The closest I've come to rebellion is when I secretly ate a biscuit my dad made without him knowing. To this day, he questions whether I ate the biscuit.

No one will ever know.

"How does it feel?" Bria squeals.

"Rebelling and being caught by my father, who will, in fact, kill me. Oh, it feels horrible." I look sternly at her, but she merely laughs.

"You know, when you're mad, you just look adorable." Bria smiles ear to ear.

Bria has been my best friend since childhood. From the day I met her at the park, we've been inseparable. She ties up her coily hair and rolls her eyes at my fear.

"What's the worst that will happen?" she questions.

"I will die," I dramatize on the pavement.

She shakes her head.

"You've been stressing like crazy because of these exams. You need to rest and go home early. This will be good for you," she explains.

Bria has always been there for me through the worst and the best. She's like a cool secret agent, best friend, and chef all in one.

"I will drive you home, and if you feel worried about anything, call me," she says. I nod and hug her immediately.

"Don't become friends with the first person you meet when you leave my car, either," she adds with a stern look. I shrug.

There have been many instances where I may or may not have become friends with homeless people who attempted to rob me in response.

That, too, is another reason for my father's possessive nature. He always fears that the world will use me.

I head inside Bria's car. She checks her mirrors and starts driving.

"Bria, have you and Jonathan tried to work things out?" I ask.

Bria doesn't like talking about her issues. No matter how hard I try to make sure she's okay, she pushes me away.

"We're fine," she says as she looks ahead.

"But—" I begin, but she cuts me off.

"Don't worry, I'm okay." She smiles.

That's the thing with Bria. While I'm much more expressive with my emotions, she's perfected the façade she's created, hiding how she feels to ensure no one is burdened.

"I'll never judge you," I say with a smile to reassure her.

"Good, because at times you can be really weird, and I haven't judged you yet." I roll my eyes, and we laugh together.

We eventually get to my house. I wave goodbye to Bria and give her the biggest hug known to humankind.

I love giving hugs; they make me feel like a grizzly bear.

As I unlock the door, I look around, anxiety creeping up under my skin.

Cool, calm, and collected—call me Triple C, because that's exactly what I am.

I head into my room, feeling restless.

"You're okay. No one is here," I laugh to myself to make myself feel better.

I open the door, and the imaginary lady in my head was never there. I mentally slap myself for being so paranoid.

I go to my books and rush to read. Since I was little, I've been a massive bookworm. Before there was Bria, there was Pride and Prejudice, Emma and Little Women.

It was through books that I found security from all the struggles I faced.

As I look around for the book I want, boredom starts to get to me. It sucks being the only girl in this house.

Though I'm grateful for my father, it's always just been us two, even before my mother disappeared.

I would come home, and my father would be there with new recipes for the day. In the morning, he'd have my food ready as well.

Unlike usual, I'm home early, so it's officially time to visit my dad at work. I've never seen him in action coaching, and he's always tried to push that initiative away. He's so paranoid about the male species.

It's really funny.

There was this one time I was at a café with him, and a sweet gentleman asked for my number. My father started yelling.

We're still banned from the café.

I leave the house and double, triple, and quadruple-lock the door.

As I walk out, the sun begins setting, and the warm heat teases my skin. I love the summer; it's the most peaceful time, and I can always go swimming!

After walking for what feels like hours, I eventually reach the coaching center. My father teaches boxing and has been boxing since he was young.

He used to compete until he realized he wanted a family. So that implies that I'm a big deal.

Yeah, a big deal, mother trucker.

I open the door and hear my father yelling.

"You won't be laughing when you get punched in the face tomorrow!" My father yells angrily. I wince at this different version of him.

To me, my father is a sweet and calm individual, but here he is someone else.

"Coach, no one would want to punch my beautiful face."

I hide behind the door, eager to listen to the conversation.

"I would love to," someone shouts.

"Me too."

"Coach, save me! They're all attacking me!" I hear a high-pitched squeal.

"How old are you?" My father's sass becomes evident.

"Enough to drink," the boy laughs. I hear a lot of yelling after that.

This was a bad time to come. What if they all give me a foul look for ruining their day?

I try to tiptoe back to the door and head home until I trip over a mop. Have you seen those films where the character gets slammed by the mop and falls on their bum? Yeah, that's what happened to me.

I want to hide in a hole now.

I stand up and rub my knees for reassurance.

I still look cool; it's okay. Worst-case scenario, they laugh and point.

"Who's that?" someone questions.

I want to punch them.

"Hi!" I smile.

All eyes are on me. I'm liking this view.

"Olivia, what are you doing here?" my dad asks.

"Hi, Dad, how are you? Anything interesting happen today?" I raise an eyebrow.

"Olivia." He frowns.

"I came home early because I was sick," I lie.

"I'll take you home immediately." He rushes me out, and I start sighing in defeat.

However, we're interrupted when an individual with curly brown hair, hazel eyes, and dimples runs up.

"Coach, who's this gorgeous girl?" He starts wiggling his eyebrows, and I laugh loudly.

My dad gives me a stern look. "My daughter. Oh, and Nico, you're on cleaning duty."

"Aw man, wait, you have a daughter? Since when!" He looks shocked.

Suddenly, two other boys join in. All three of them are over six feet tall and intimidating, even Nico.

"I've had a daughter for seventeen soon eighteen years," my dad explains.

"Hey, everyone!" I grin ear to ear.

"I hate my life—here's an introduction to my main three boys. They are my champions in boxing," my father says.

All three look proud in their own ways, though Nico looks especially proud.

"The one you were introduced to is Nico, and he can't shut up even if we punch him—"

"Hey—"

"The second boy here is Krystian." I look at him, wave, and he nods in response.

"How are you?" he asks respectfully, putting a hoodie over himself as I observe the tattoos on his melanin skin.

"I'm fine. You're super nice, aren't you!" I reply.

"Hey, I'm nice too! He's only being nice so he can get in Coach's good books after fucking his last match." Nico wiggles his eyebrows.

"You little sh—" Krystian swears. Nico starts running, and Krystian chases him around the building.

As Nico runs, I can't help but notice the tattoo on his ankle, too.

I wish I could get a tattoo. Imagine a massive one on my forehead: "Sexiest Person Alive."

"Lastly, we have Xavier." Xavier doesn't even look at me or acknowledge me at all.

"Helloooooo?" I call, waving at him.

My dad pulls me aside. "He isn't talkative."

"Krystian was able to at least say hi?" I argue. My dad shrugs in response.

"I'm going to leave you for a few minutes to organise some stuff. Please don't burn anything," my father says worriedly.

"Stop stressing; you can trust me," I smile.

He warily walks away, and I rush up to Xavier. There was something about him that piqued my curiosity.

His hair was messy and painted charcoal, and his eyes mirrored this color. However, they were filled with emptiness; no sparkles of enthusiasm lived in his eyes.

His body was muscular, and I couldn't help but stare at his veiny hands.

Now that's a view.

I'm a freak. A certified freak.

"Hi! I hope I didn't offend you in any way. My name is Olivia, but you can call me whatever you want! I've never visited here before, which is kind of mean since I should be supporting my father, but you guys must be giving him the financial support, so I guess you're good!"

"Okay." He doesn't look me in the eyes.

"Anyway, what school do you go to?" I smile.

"The same one as you. All three of us go to the same school as you. I have seen you around." He still doesn't look at me.

But he spoke—mission successful.

"Yay, you spoke!" I beam, but he huffs.

Suddenly, he's attacked by Nico, and they start swearing at each other while Krystian laughs in the background.

"I never knew you guys went to the same school as me."

That's so embarrassing. I feel like I'm so self-centered now. Wait, the building is massive, so that's my excuse.

"To be honest, I've never seen you before, but I'm happy my eyes are on you now, my beautiful lady," Nico winks.

"Stop flirting with anyone that breathes," Krystian argues.

"Nope! And a girl like Olivia deserves all my attention, isn't that right?"

I giggle and interlink our arms together.

"You're officially my third favorite person after Dad and my best friend!" I smile.

"Is that so? And who's this best friend?" Nico asks curiously.

"My amazing friend Bria! She's super sweet, and I'm sure she will like you guys! I can't wait to introduce you at school!"

Nico and Krystian smile eagerly, whereas Xavier looks annoyed.

"And why would we be talking to you at school?" Xavier raises an eyebrow.

"Because she's a great person, and don't be an ass," Nico states while Krystian glares at Xavier.

Suddenly, my father arrives, and we all leave.

A/N=
I hope you all
enjoyed the first chapter. And yes I know Xavier is being a distant cold rat but he's Olivia distant cold rat so it's okay! I loveeeeeeeeee and i mean love Nico and Krystian!!! I hope you all fall in love with the characters to!

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