"What does he mean by feeling something for me?" Olivia wondered aloud, her voice lost in the empty hallways of Huxley High.
Oliver's words kept replaying inside her head. It kept repeating itself like an echo inside a cave. She felt a strange mix of emotions—such a great mixture of them that she couldn't even pinpoint what exactly those feelings were!
She wasn't used to this kind of attention or emotion, especially not from someone like Oliver.
Oliver was the famous, stereotypically handsome basketball captain. While she was just a nobody... nobody who could cook, at least.
Plus, she was his alternate-dimension self.
As JaNyx said before, wasn't this like... m*st*b*t**on?
"Hey, Livy!"
Olivia spun around, realizing that she had been spacing out for too long.
Speak of the devil. It was JaNyx right before her!
"'Livy'?" She raised an eyebrow, caught off guard.
