Olivia sat beside Turner and Sarah.
The cafeteria was crowded, and tuna sandwiches were the quickest thing to take outside and eat on the grass.

It was lucky the sprinklers hadn’t turned on yet. They often did, at the worst times.

She had been avoiding the log bench.
It was no longer hers to have.

Still, she caught it in the corner of her eye.

Empty.

The bleachers where the old tree lay was filled with laughter, and friendly faces.

A different kind of space.

A new habit.

With friends who knew her, maybe even better than she knew herself.

Sarah was more than a friend, it as if I had gained a sister the moment the teacher told shy little Olivia to sit beside her.

"So... and you should know this also, Olivia," he sighed. "Me and that guy broke up-"

"How are you telling me this so chill? I tought you would tell me the tuna was bad or something." Olivia laughed in desbelief.

"You don't understand Livie-" Sarah started, face full of despair.

"Sarah. Shut up!" Turner interrupted, standing up.

"Well, the reason is... there's another boy!" Turner covered his mouth.

Her phone rang.

"One that treats you better, hopefully!" Olivia said quickly.

Her phone rang again.

“Is that Miller?” Turner smirked.
“You’re one to talk.”

A messaged popped up on her screen.

Could you help me with just this last assignment?

"Do you want me to answer for you?" Sarah asked rolling her eyes, and holding out her hand.

Yes

Olivia hit send, relenting.

"Olivia, you are a lost cause," Sarah protested.

"Hey! Attention here. This was about me," Turner complained.

And Olivia should have been a well-guarded tower. 

Yet, she was merely a turret.