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𝑺𝒉𝒆'𝒔 𝒈𝒐𝒕 𝒂 𝒃𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒔𝒊𝒕𝒖𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏

Olivia Pov:

🎶𝑪𝒖𝒓𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈: 𝑪𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒂 𝒃𝒚 𝑯𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝑺𝒕𝒚𝒍𝒆𝒔🎶

I wake up with the most intense, raging headache. Causing me to want to go to sleep again, all day long.

"You're up," I hear someone say from across the room. I quickly sat up, getting scared by whoever's voice I had heard. From across the room is Conrad Fisher sitting on the chair reading a book.

"Uh, what are you doing here?" I say, trying to remember what in the world happened last night that led to him being on my chair.

"This book is surprisingly spicy for the innocent cute cover that it has." he says, turning the book over to the cover.

In his hands is "The Love Hypothesis". A book of mine that was in my bookcase.

I quickly get up and try to grab the book. But before I get to do so, he stands up and places the book up in the air to where I can't reach.

"I mean..." he says, while laughing.

"I ain't know you were into this," he says, while flipping through the pages.

"I mean, "Adam yanked off the shirt he was wear-"

"CONRAD-" I say trying to shush him, but he continues.

"Under her shirt, his hand traveled-'' he starts to say, but while I try to grab it, he accidentally lets the book go behind him.

I try to catch it from falling, but instead I fail miserably and fall on Conrad.

On the bed.

Our faces inches apart.

Shoot.

I look down towards him and his face is in shock. But then he grins and starts to laugh.

"Wow. Showing your true colors," he says, while pointing at us on the bed.

I quickly get up and grab the book off the ground.

"No true colors. That was accidental," I say, while placing the book back on the bookshelf.

"Sure Livie," he says, while leaning against the wall in front of me.

I ignore him and start to fix the books on my bookcase as a distraction.

"Want to go out?"

"Where? Why...?" I ask, confused by his sudden question.

"I don't know...maybe a road trip somewhere or to the arcade or something,"

"Arcade? Never been," I say, while standing up.

"Whattt. You're kidding,"

I shake my head.

"No way, I got to take you now," he says, while opening my closet door and looking through it.

"Here, get ready," he says while tossing some shirts onto the bed.

"You're just making a mess!"

"Be ready in 20," he says, while running out of the bedroom and closing the door.

I take out the book and open up to the page I had placed a tab on.

"Under her shirt, his hand traveled up"

I throw myself against the bed and internally scream into the pillow.

"Liv," I hear someone say behind me. I turn around and its Conrad. His eyes widened looking at the book.

"Get back to your...pleasures later. I'll be waiting at the car," he says while grinning and closing the door.

My whole existence is embarrassing.

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𝑺𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒕 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓, 𝑰 𝒂𝒎 𝒔𝒍𝒆𝒆𝒑𝒚. 𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒕'𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒆𝒙𝒄𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒍𝒎𝒂𝒐. 𝑨𝒏𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔, 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒌𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒊𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒂 𝒗𝒐𝒕𝒆!! 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒌𝒔 <3 

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