Her phone lit up as she walked through the library door. 

Miller kept sending her texts while he sat at a table, stranded, frantically looking at his phone. Miller noticed the blonde girl right away. 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 with a tint of annoyance in her voice

Everything he did these days was for that girl. The sweet and ever perfect her. Was he actually not taking notes and only thinking about Serina? Miller must have been bewitched, she thought.

“I’m sorry.” he chuckled while fidgeting with his fingers “This is the last time I ask for your notes. I promise!”

And she knew it was not 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. 

Olivia grew bitter, unlike her usual self. She loved him. Much more than her. For much longer than HER. 

"It's fine. Do you need some help with the essay or nah?” she sat beside him as Miller nodded “Yes” with his head, disheartened by the sheer amount of notes she had taken.

Miller only called her when he was in a pinch, yet she was also at fault. Olivia could have said no, she could have never come all the way from her house to the library and she could have lust left just like that without asking if he needed her help.

But she had also been bewitched and didn’t even realize.