Before going to bed, I waited for Olive. While waiting, I was reading A Sense of Belonging by Erica James.
When I heard footsteps outside, I jumped out of the bed and walked to the door to greet Olive. My hand was on the doorknob but I stopped because I heard his voice.
Xavier's voice.
Why he was with Olive, I don't know.
I placed my right ear on the door so I can hear their conversation properly.
“...do you know?” Xavier was asking.
I heard Olive laugh. “It was obvious.”
“We tried very hard to keep it as a secret. But you were enemies back then. How did you notice?”
“Everybody noticed it.”
Even though I can't see Xavier, I can practically feel him tense. “Everybody?” he gasped.
“Maybe not everybody, but a lot of people. There were also rumors that Sandor would break your neck if he catches you with her.”
“But he doesn't love--”
“Yeah, I noticed. But he cares for her. That enough I can see.”
“Wow. You really do read people very well.”
She chuckled. “I've been hearing that a lot.” There was a pause, as if they didn't know what to say anymore. Then Olive cleared her throat. “Well, I better go to sleep. Thanks for walking me here. I hope you the best with you-know-what.”
“Sure, thanks. And, Olive?”
“Yeah?”
“I really do.”
“Do what?”
“Love her.”
I froze on my spot. Olive knows who the girl Xavier loves? How could that happen? Olive and Xavier were never best of friends.
And now they have exchanged crushes?
“Yeah, I can also see that,” Olive replied, laughing softly. “I can see how you care for her.”
“Would you tell her?”
“Not if you don't want me to.”
Xavier breathed out a relieved sigh. “Awesome. Thanks.”
“Well, good night.”
I heard Xavier walk away. The door opened and I fell on my bottom because my ear was still on the door.
“Autumn, I-- Why are you on the floor?”
“You pushed the door open while my ear was still there,” I grumbled.
“You were listening in our conversation?” she gasped, aghast.
I suddenly realized what I said. Damn it. “Um... technically, I wasn't.”
“You were, weren't you?”
“No and you can't prove anything!”
“You just said your ear was still there by the door.”
I blanked, running out of ideas that I was going to say.
Olive grinned smugly. “How much did you hear?”
“Not much,” I replied honestly.
“Did you hear any names?”
I considered this. “Only Sandor's, not counting the times when you say each other's names.”
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Shattered Memories
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