The story of two secret lovers

Chapter 2

Olivia's point of view:

Seeds. Orange, little things, falling from the trees, easing their way downwards at this of year, falling slowly, gracefully, and gently landing on the concrete below. They're really annoying, actually, always getting tangled in my hair, seeming to attack me. Some people find them beautiful - seeds, whatever ther're called - but i don't. Thery're annoying. Really annoying, actually.

An arm wraps around my shoulders, dragging me out from my daydream. "Agh!!" I yell, turning around the face the identity of my attacker. Ella."For god sake, Ella. What are you doing?" She laughs, wrapping her arms around me even tighter, giggling. "What?" She asks, constricting me tighter. I push her away easily, standing towards the side to look at her in fury. For some reason, probably the fury, I can't quite meet her gaze. I look towards the side of her face, huffing with annoyance.

"Well, you could never beat me in a fight anyway, even if you tired." I comment with a laugh, placing my hand on her shoulder and pushing her slightly. "Not my fault you go to the gym." She says defensively, looking away slightly. "Although i could 100% beat you in fight." I raise my eyebrow, gazing at her physique. "Well, not to be rude, but I kind of doubt that.""Rude." She says, smiling slightly. "You won't be getting any of my lunch today." "Desafortunadamente." I mutter, gazing at her. "Want to prove it?"

I raise my leg upwards in a feigned kick, almost hitting the side of her chest. Ella suddenly grabs my ankle, taking the opportunity to bring it downwards, causing me to lose balance and fall harshly against the earth. "Ow." I mutter, staring up at her angrily. "You made me fall!" I stand quickly, grabbing her wrist in a split second rage, our gazes meeting - my fury and her surprise meeting, my hand clutched in a tight fist around her wrist. She chuckles slightly with what must be nerves, but she doesn't move away, and we both continue to stare, our gazes intertwined.

"Ahh..." I hesitate slightly before moving my hand away, my hand absent-mindedly moving to hold the back of my neck as i take a step away, looking at her. She avoids my gaze, her cheeks slighly flushed as she stares towards the ground. I open my mouth to say something but no words form, so my mouth opens and closes like a fish out of water. Suddenly Liv joins us accompanied by Molly and Nox, looking at us with curiosity. Molly has a small look of knowingness on her face, but she hides it quickly, moving towards Ella.

"Are you guys okay?" She asks, looking towards me. I freeze slightly, before nodding slowly, taking a step towards Liv. "Yeah, I'm fine," I move to the bench, placing my bag down on the seat and retrieving a carrot from my lunchbox. I take a bite, and in this moment I am filled with ecstasy. It's a carrot... it's everything carrot's possess... the crunch... the fact that it's perfect orange tint is so perfectly shaped fills me with satisfaction. God, I love carrots. If the Devil himself approached me and told me he would remove carrots from the world if i didn't sell my soul, i would probably give up on my life right then and there... but is that it? Ultimately, are carrots higher than my family, my friends, my... loves..? But I don't like anyone, and all of the boys are so crusty musty dusty in this place, or mainly in the world at all, and the only person who could even be described as a 'crush' would be Chris Hemsworth. But that doesn't matter, beacuse if nobody in my life remains more important to me, than carrots... then, is that not a little sad? That i'd put my life on the line for the but I'd do it for a vegetable with no hesitation? Does that make me unempathetic..?

Am I... unempathetic?