Bella & Hurt Feelings

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The party was now dying down but Elliot was still conversing with the pretty girl but now they were sitting down across from one another. Olivia avoided the area that they were in like the plague so she that jealously wouldn't creep up on her again.

She bite down on her bottom lip. It would have been different if they were still known as best friends and not a couple, she would have easily introduced herself but that wasn't the case Olivia couldn't help but feel like she was competing with her.

Noelle moved beside her and nudged her gently. "You've been staring at Elliot and that girl for a good 5 minutes." She stated.

Olivia quickly looked away. "What?"

She laughed lightly. "You should go introduce yourself."

"No, I'm good."

"Do you think he likes her?"

They were now both staring at Elliot and the girl, observing their every move.

"Yeah." Olivia held back a sad sigh as she answered, she knew her best friend and his nervous actions. It was more than obvious that he liked her.

"Are you going to do anything about it?"

She scoffed. "It's not like I'm not his actual girlfriend."

"But nobody here knows that. It just looks like you're letting your boyfriend flirt." Noelle told her, telling the truth.

Olivia remained standing, unsure what to do.

"Look, these snooty upperclassman talk and if they notice Elliot talking a little too much to that girl it's going to spread like wild fire."

She groaned and slowly made her way towards Elliot.

"Stand up straight." Noelle whispered yelled.

Olivia did exactly that and continued to walk, as she got closer she frowned. She was even more beautiful up close.

"Hi." Olivia greeted shyly.

Elliot and the girl looked up at Olivia. His eyes grew large.

"I'm Olivia." She outstretched her hand towards the girl. "Elliot's girlfriend."

A wash of disappointing appeared onto her face but she smiled and shook her hand. "I'm Bella."

Olivia removed her hand from hers. She fought
a frown moving onto her lips, of course her name was Bella. It meant beautiful in Italian.

"You're the youngest daughter, right?" She asked, tilting her head in curiosity.

She nodded.

"What are you doing?" Elliot mouthed as he gawked at his best friend.

Olivia ignored him.

"That's wonderful, you finally graced us with your presence." She told her in a sarcastic sneer.

She cocked an eyebrow at her unexpected attitude. "What does that mean?"

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