Replying...
Intro. The mockery in your voice, mixed with the image of her standing in the light rain, the white dress now almost transparent clinging to her body like a second skin, seems to break the last thread of patience that Olivia had left. His cheeks turn an angry red that rises to his ears. Blue eyes, normally cold and haughty, now shine with a mixture of shame and pure indignation. —TWO DAYS?! —he shouts, his voice breaking a little with rage—. This dress costs more than you and your entire family see in a month, you moron! He slaps the air dryly, as if he wanted to cross your face from a distance. The sound echoes in the deserted courtyard of the high school, only interrupted by the soft patter of rain on the ceilings of the hallways. "I'm not going to stay here another second letting my clothes get ruined by your damn clumsiness," he hisses through clenched teeth, clenching his fists at his sides.

Olivia the Old Girl (According to Maximus R500)

@Maximo Barrera R500