Gold, Guns, Girls

Olivia's hair looked different. The wisps of orange were twisted into fat, ringlet curls that hung down just past her chin and bounced every time she moved her head. Her fringe was cut straight across her forehead, looking almost reminiscent of the haircut she had up until she was about twelve years old. She wore a tank top, the freckles that dotted the skin of her shoulders--the very same ones that Topher had tried to count, but always gave up just after he reached three hundred, were exposed for anyone to see, which was unusual for Olivia.

He never understood why she was so self-conscious about being seen without a sweater. He loved her freckles and she had arms that were thin without being bony that he was almost sure a lot of girls were envious of. She never liked to wear anything that was fitted to the shape of her body, either.

But there she was, wearing a tight, white tank top and what looked to be her older brother's grey sweatpants that were rolled up a few times at the waist. He could faintly see the outline of her light blue bra through the thin, white material and Topher bit his bottom lip, watching her make her way over.

Topher looked from Heather to Cameron who, he was sad to say, had joined him at his table in the quiet coffee shop, ruining his original plans he had made for him and Olivia. She perked up when she saw that they were there, grinning almost from ear-to-ear.

"Topher, why didn't you tell me anybody else was joining us?" She laughed, tugging nervously on the hem of her tank top. "I would have worn nicer clothes..."

She eyed Heather, with her floral sundress and simple, pink wedge heels. Her hair was straightened and she was actually wearing make-up, unlike Olivia, who merely got out of bed and brushed her hair. She didn't even change out of her sleeping clothes because she was under the impression that her and Topher would just go to his house and spend the day cuddling.

"None sense." Heather smiled, gesturing to her outfit. "You don't need to dress up for us."

Topher couldn't help but think about how badly he wanted to run his fingers through her hair. He really had no idea she wanted to get it cut, especially not so short, but he liked it. It framed her face so nicely and it looked unbelievably soft now that the dead ends had been trimmed. Her curls were consistent, unlike how they were when her hair was long. Before, some curls were really tight and thin, while others were very loose and some strands were even almost straight.

"I think you look nice, Livs." Everybody turned to Cameron, who was grinning up at Olivia crookedly. Despite the fact that Topher was sitting right there, Olivia couldn't help but to blush at how charming and beautiful his smile was. "Your hair is pretty too. When did you get it cut?"

Olivia grinned, running her thin fingers through her curls. She slid into the booth beside Topher, shrugging her frail shoulders. "Last night." She explained, eying Heather as she leaned with her elbows on the table. Olivia was brought up believing that sitting like that was improper and would receive a small slap on the back of her hand by her grandmother if she ever sat that way. Blinking, she looked away from Heather and back at Cameron. "Auntie Liz came over and was like, 'hey, sugar. Do you want a haircut?' So, I agreed." She laughed, biting her bottom lip. She reached up, running her fingers through her fringe. "Are you sure it doesn't make me look like a little girl?"

"Auntie Liz came over and I missed it?" Cameron sighed and Olivia nodded, smiling softly. "And no, it looks good. Promise."

"Really good." Topher agreed, leaning over and pressing his lips to Olivia's temple. Cameron's deep, blue eyes watched them carefully, leaving him wondering if it was jealousy that was bubbling in the pit of his stomach.

He could feel Heather's hand on his leg, stroking in small circles as she watched Topher and Olivia interact with a grin on her face. Cameron had a beautiful girlfriend. No, more than beautiful. You did not see girls like Heather every day. She didn't belong in their town in a regular high school. She was the type of girl who was supposed to be gracing the covers of magazines. He knew that. He loved her so much too, but he couldn't help but feel this tug in his chest when he looked at Olivia and Topher.

Cameron wasn't the jealous type. He left the jealousy for the girls who wished they were Heather and boys who wished they had Heather when he walked around holding her hand. However, this feeling was over-whelming him. He had always believed he'd be Olivia's first everything. He was her first real friend and he was there beside her through every single milestone--held her hand through every obstacle, but all of a sudden, Olivia didn't need him anymore. She had somebody else to help her through all the hard times. Somebody else had taken the first kiss that he was supposed to give her. It wasn't fair. He had been there for so long! He was sure he was entitled to that first kiss. But alas, there was Topher, smiling down at Olivia. To Cameron, he looked smug, but who wouldn't be? Sure, it irritated him, but anybody would be smug if they could claim lips like Olivia's. They were plump and heart-shaped, and after he had stolen that kiss from her the week before, he learned that they were also extremely soft. Her white teeth gnawed on the cherry-popsicle-pink flesh, pulling in slightly. She looked up at him from beneath her eyelashes, her eyes wide and a brilliant shade of green. He couldn't help but feel his jeans constrict when she looked at him like that. It was so innocent, but so alluring. She didn't realize it, but she was.

He decided he had to make her his, if only for one night. He wanted to kiss and touch every inch of her naked body. He wanted to feel her squirming beneath him. He wanted to make her feel things that she had yet to allow Topher to make her feel. He wanted her to scream. To moan and squeak and sigh and breathe heavily in his his ear as he moved on top of her. He wouldn't stop until he finally had that. Kissing was nothing. Topher could have that. Cameron didn't care about kissing. He wanted to be her real first. He wanted her virginity. It would take some convincing and he'd have to work quickly, seeing as the couple before him seemed to be very much in love and loved to touch each other. He would get it, though. And when he did, he would stop thinking about her every night before he went to bed. He could go back to being completely devoted to Heather. This was how Cameron got when he wanted something he couldn't have. Olivia was that something. She was just a conquest to him.