So Olivia relayed to JaNyx what Oliver told her during last night's incident.
JaNyx hummed, rubbing his chin in contemplation.
"This isn't what Oliver usually tells them."
"How could you possibly know that?" Olivia questioned. "He probably tells each girl a different story--"
"He doesn't," He clarified. "Oliver is too much of a dimwit to share different stories with each girl."
"Fair enough," She acknowledged. "But how'd you know what story he's been feeding the poor girls in Huxley? Did he tell you his exact plan on how to lure girls or--"
"Rumors," JaNyx interrupted as if this were supposed to be obvious.
"Why do you keep relying on rumors?" Olivia frowned.
He shrugged. "That's the easiest and most efficient mode of information in high school, Olivia."
Despite her initial apprehension, Olivia replied, "True."
"But the thing is with those rumors," He continued. "The stories Oliver tells them are consistent."
