The Pointe Of The Game

Charlie Williams

"We just stopped by Olivia's house to say goodbye so we thought we would say goodbye to you too." Kimberly says.

My blood runs cold. "What." I say, so calm it even scares me. "What do you mean you stopped by Olivia's house?" I scream for my dad before running out of the house and straight next door. He can take care of them. I know I can leave if he's there, but right now, I need to get to Olivia. I pound on her door until Leo opens the door.

"I need to see Olivia. Also hi." I say while running into their house. Not caring enough about pleasantries right now. I run into Olivia's room to see her wiping tears off her face. Just as I thought. I knew she was lying when I asked her if they were bothering her. I go straight to her not caring that she thinks we're broken up. Because we aren't. She may think that but we aren't breaking up. Ever. She's sitting on her bed looking the most broken I've ever seen her. Tears streaming down her blotchy cheeks when her leg is in a cast and her shoulder is wrapped up. It breaks my heart so much I want to cry. I rush over to her and get up in her space and surprisingly she doesn't protest. I pull her into my arms as best I can without hurting her and hold onto her. I relish the feel of my arms around her for a few moments before pulling back and saying,

"What did they say to you." It wasn't a question. I needed to know so I could beat them up accordingly.

"N-nothing"

"That's crap. Tell me the truth."

"It doesn't matter. You're not my boyfriend anyways so I don't have to tell you anything."

"No. You don't get to use that. I didn't give you permission to break up with me. Breaking up is a mutual decision and one that WE didn't make. You did. And what gives you the power to break us up when I don't want to?" I speak heatedly.

"Do you want what's best for me?" she asks in a deathly still tone.

"Of course I do. You know that."

"Well the best thing you can do for me is to break up with me. Nobody deserves the hurricane type of mess I bring in. I'm doing you a favor Charlie. Why can't you take it gracefully?" Olivia says.

"Because Ol. What about me? What about what I want? You're breaking my heart by doing this. This isn't what's best for me. This is what you want to be the best because things are starting to get serious and scary and you don't know how to handle that. If you want what's best for me then you wouldn't let me go. You wouldn't say you're not enough for me. You would believe you're everything to me. Because you are. I love you. And I know you want to ignore it, and it's fine if you don't feel it back, but I am telling you now that I'm never going to stop being with you. And if that means that I'm going to be annoying you till you're on your deathbed, then so be it. I'm not leaving you alone. Even if you've married someone else. Even when you have their babies. I'm never going to stop annoying you and I'm never going to stop being by you. I'm not a stalker, but I'll become one for you if I have to."

She stares at me hard before saying, "Then I guess I don't want what's best for you."

"Stop. we're not doing this again. I'm not going to have you tell me you're done with this relationship again. This time, I'm not waiting for you to say anything. I'll talk to you later." I say with a disbelieving scoff and walk out of her room.

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One week later

I walk out of the principal's office with a content grin on my face. I just fixed one of my girls' biggest problems. Now I just need to put it into action. I've gotten permission from the principal to stick paper into every single male locker. The purpose of this is so that my Ollie girl, when she comes back tomorrow, won't get trampled by all the large men in the hallways. I've printed out a piece of paper with her picture and the details of what the men in the school are supposed to do. Basically saying, they have to part and let her through, and they have to help her. And If they don't, they get a suspension courtesy of the principal. I go and put the papers into the lockers with the help of Jordan, Noah, Elijah, Aaron, and Levi. We head to lunch afterwards and sit down at our table and start chatting. Lunch is only five minutes through when this brunette girl with short bob style hair comes and sits down where Ols usually sits. All conversation stops as we all stare at the foreign piece of human that has decided to grace us with her presence. It's Jordan who finally speaks up, "Umm not to be rude, but who are you and why are you at our table?"