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Prove it?
How the hell am I supposed to do that?
I involuntarily shrug, but then realize he can't see it to I text;
Me
Idk
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Dammit, Olivia ):
You're not even trying):
Me
To do what?
You're the one that supposedly 'likes me', so do some crazy storytime shit to prove it.
I didn't text that for him to take seriously. I really just wanted to throw him off if he was serious and bore him if this was a prank.
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Dammit...
Well, then Olivia.
Get ready for some story-time shit.
Despite myself, I smile.
Me
How do you want to do that?
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How early do you get to school?
Me
So you can kidnap me when no ones looking? No thanks
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Ur frustrating):
Me
Then why do you 'like' me?
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Because ur frustrating(:
My cheeks heat up and I feel my heart expand in my chest. I clutch the blankets on my bed so hard, my knuckles turn white.
Me
What exactly is your motive?
Why are you doing this?
Hot stuff.
You're not the easiest person to confront...
But rest assured, this is no prank. DW (;
Me
I'm going to pretend I believe you
But don't expect any of that mushy nonsense from me
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Texting Olivia Large ((On Pause))
Teen FictionOlivia Lorraine, or Olivia Large as the 'populars' cleverly invented, is one of the biggest girls in school. But her problem isn't being fat. Afterall, she isn't the only over weight one in school. Her issue is that people seem to care more about he...
