bed buddies ? {oli/arcadia}

[lionel estrada d5 ᥫ᭡ kiah]

♡  OLIVIA .

Exhausted, leg aching and lips bruised you slip into the bedroom, desperate to take the weight off your foot and your aching stump. But you weren't about to flop into any bed, you needed the biggest one, marking it as yours so that any other bumpkin in this place didn't waltz in and take the biggest grandest bed that you are ready to lay claim too. You were about to settle for something that wasn't the best, and you sure as hell weren't about to find yourself sharing a bed with that dirt bag from 12.

So it was to your pleasant surprise that when you limp in you come face to face with the doe eyed Fray that had stolen your first kiss. Well stolen might not exactly be the correct word as it had been you who had taken her first kiss if the night. Though the memory of the kiss had lingered with you through the event, and it seemed you would be true to her request to come find her.

You smile at her, suddenly very conscious of your limp and the relation she had to the executioner. It was conflicting, because on one hand you were insanely attracted to the sweet blonde before you, she was all wide eyes and honey hair... But on the other hand she was a Fray, her relation to the girl who had taken your leg not exactly confirmed- not to mention she came from the same DNA as Trylle Fucking Fray.

Just the thought of him has you agitated, and slightly flustered.

Damit. Why did he have to be such a good damn kisser?

Shaking yourself you move closer to her, with a sigh on your lips you plop yourself down onto the bed she lay in. The pain reflex was instant, and you almost moan, hand instinctively moving to gently massage the connection point of your fake leg.

"Well that was some hell of a welcome to the island," you start as your roll onto your side, studying Arcadia's face. "We didn't get time before, but let me introduce myself properly. I'm Olivia Harper- though please call me Oli. My mother hates it."

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[ines izar d11a 🖤 cait]

After the challenge had finished, most of the others had stood around awkwardly in the aftermath of what had turned out to be an extreme aerobic workout. My blood was pumping more than I’d been expecting for the first day in the Villa, but I would have been SO on board for round two and the chance to get to know a few of the contestants a little better.

However, all good things must come to an end, and there was no doubt going to be plenty more lip-locking action in the coming… days? Weeks? How long was this thing supposed to be again?

Anyway, whilst the others were trying to figure out whether to hit the pool or the hot tub first, I had a mission of my own in mind. Petelia had mentioned something about a ceremony tonight and that we’d be getting assigned beds then, but that wasn’t going to stop me from having a quick power nap. Finally.

Whilst I’d usually prefer to mingle, I’m grateful for the quiet of the bedroom as I find myself there alone. The sheets on the bed I’d lay down on for all of five minutes are slightly creased from where I’d sunk into the mattress earlier. I sit on the side of the bed, mentally preparing for the bliss of lying down that is only a few short seconds away…

until I hear footsteps behind me.

For fuck’s sake, not again!

I groan aloud at the intruder before I’ve even turned around to face them. But when I do, our eyes locking onto each other, I feel like an idiot.

She’d been on my mind ever since I’d seen her. It wasn’t a coincidence we’d been each other’s first kisses in the challenge. She was captivating to me – not to mention drop-dead gorgeous. But there’s an incessant tugging at the back of my head that resurfaces – as if there was something I was missing, something I should know. I shake my head and smile warmly at her as she approaches the bed, but can’t help my gaze from travelling down to her legs as I notice her limping slightly. She speaks before I can ask if she’s okay.

“We didn't get time before, but let me introduce myself properly. I'm Olivia Harper–” and honestly, I don’t hear much more of what she says after that, because my ears are ringing with realisation as the puzzle pieces start to fall into place.

“Oh my god.” I remember now, assaulted by the image of Syrena’s triumphant sneering face when she’d returned from District Four victorious. “You’re the girl who’s leg my cousin chopped off!”

I clamp my hands over my mouth, cringing at the high-pitched squeal in my voice, but come on! What were the chances?! Had Trylle known?

Duh, of course he had. It would be just like him to go snooping around in other people’s business – anything to get an upper hand on this so-called competition.

“I am so, so sorry about that! I was mortified when I heard! I’ve never liked Syrena very much, for what it’s worth?” My words are rushed and I’m mostly just babbling to try and dispel the panic of my racing heart, hoping my words sound as sincere as they had in my head. I don’t feel sorry for her – it’s clear as day that she’s not the type of person to wallow in self-pity – but I do find myself wishing things had turned out differently.

Hmm.

I cast her a long side glance as I peel my hands away from my face and let the corners of my mouth lift slightly in a small smile, eyes flashing. “Is there anything I can do to make it up to you?”

[lionel estrada d5 ᥫ᭡ kiah]

♡  OLIVIA .

As soon as your name escapes your lips realisation dawns on her face. Instantly hands are clamped over lips, eyes wide, and "Oh my god.” So it seemed that your pretty blonde friend had not been aware of who you were, of the extent of your complicated relationship with her family name, just a whisper on the wind. That is until right now. The pieces of the puzzle were all falling into place. Maybe the girl had recognised you, but it was only just at this moment she realised why.

“You’re the girl whose leg my cousin chopped off!”

And there it was.

You're the career who got their leg hacked off by that Fray girl, yeah?

How's it going hop along? Fray got your leg?

Just because Opal Earnest cut off her leg, don't make it a fashion statement.

As if you'd let some Fray fuck but off your leg to call it fashion. You heard that last one more times than you would think (no one lacked vanity when it came to the upper districts, trust me), and each you had rolled your eyes so hard that you thought they might get stuck. Not that snarky words and insults are thrown over passing shoulders were sharp enough to break through the skin that was as thick as yours. But you were fucking tired, and your damned leg hurt, and the last thing you wanted at the moment was another heated confrontation with another gorgeous Fray.

Instantly you felt your defensive walls begin to fall into place, your lips transforming into a sneer of their own, ready to fight back because you'd be damned if you let another Fray knock you down-

“I am so, so sorry about that! I was mortified when I heard! I’ve never liked Syrena very much, for what it’s worth?”

Your sneer slips, the walls you had been building wavering slightly, surprised by the apology. You wanted to be suspicious, but there was something about the way her rambling antics had you believing she was genuine. And you grin when she admits the lack of love between the two cousins. It kind of relieves some of the internal guilt that had been eating away at you and your attraction towards her.

"Too blonde, I think, like Trylle- maybe the fumes from the bleach be getting to them," you snort as Arcadia's hands drop from her face, casting you a side-eye and a flirty smile. “Is there anything I can do to make it up to you?” she asks, eyes flashing in a way that makes your heart race a little faster.

Matching her energy you grin back at her, "You mean other than kiss it better?"

You sigh rolling onto your back and staring up at the roof for a moment. Your feet ached- Your foot- ached and the soft embrace of the mattress beneath you was reminding you just how tired you were. "Honestly, you know what sounds amazing right now?" You grin up to the roof, before turning to lock eyes with Arcadia. "A nap sounds legendary- kinda makes for boring TV but fuck it, escaping that orgy got the energy levels running a little low."

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