"I think he wouldn't have slept with you if he knew, Kat." Olivia pointed out.
Kat's gray eyes widened, but they soon relaxed as she looked away, clicking her tongue.
"It made me feel miserable, you know," Kat said with melancholy eyes. "I did all I could for him to notice me, and I even used and hurt someone in the process so that he would. But in the end, he called me with a name that's not relatively close to mine the morning after we f*cked."
"That's why you started rumors about Oliver?" Olivia asked. "And stuck that sticky note on his locker? The one with the threatening words?"
Kat nodded, though her eyes were regretful.
"And that's why I approached you," She explained. "I wanted to ruin Oliver's image and make you, his fiancee, hate him!"
"But I'm not his fiancee," Olivia argued.
