"Would you rather have a one night stand or a "friend with benefits"?"
”I’ve come to tell you that you’re a fucking prick.”
"Well you’re kind of a bitch, but you don’t see me rubbing that in your face."
After the party, Olivia decided she wanted to walk back home. She knew her father would go mad, but she couldn’t care less. It’s what happened for embarrassing her; she defied him.
It wasn’t completely dark; the streelights made it seem less like a ghost town. Olivia thought she was alone until she heard steps from behind her. She stopped and turned around. One of the lights flickered. She debated in her head whether it’d be wiser to stop, run or to just continue walking. She tried to go with the latter, but the footsteps were still there. Oliva turned around once more. “Who’s there?” She tried to keep her voice from shaking, but she couldn’t deny that she was afraid.