Her phone lit up as she walked through the library door.
Miller kept sending her texts while he sat alone at a table, stranded, staring frantically at his screen. He noticed the brunette girl the moment she stepped inside. He desperately needed her English notes for his essay.
“Here.”
She slammed her notebook onto the table.
“Did you ditch this class and I didn’t realize?” Olivia asked, a hint of annoyance slipping into her voice
Everything he did these days was for that girl.
The sweet, ever perfect her.
Was he not taking notes in class. Distracted by the mere tought about Serina?
Miller must have been bewitched, she thought bitterly.
“I’m sorry,” he chuckled, fidgeting with his fingers. A notification lit up on his phone, a red heart glowing on the screen. His face brightened instantly.
Then he looked back at Olivia, standing in front of him, and his smile dimmed just so.
“This is the last time I ask for your notes. I promise.”
She knew it wasn’t, and she knew it wouldn't be his last time frantically calling her.
His promises were becoming more and more like lies.
Why can’t you ask her then? Passed through her brain, before she could stop it.
Olivia grew bitter, unlike her usual self.
She loved him.
Much more than Serina.
For much longer than her.
"It's fine," she sighed. "Do you need some help with the essay or nah?”
She sat beside him.
Miller nodded quietly, disheartened by the sheer amount of notes Olivia had taken.
He only called her when he was in a pinch.
And yet she was also at fault.
Olivia could have said no.
She could have stayed home.
She could have left without asking if he needed her help.
But she didn’t.
Because she, too, had been bewitched.
And she hadn’t even noticed.
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