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Chapter Two

Olive

Seven years later…

“Thank you for letting me have your phone,Amanda,” I whispered as I was hiding in my closet.

“Why are we whispering?”

“So Dylan and Jason can’t hear me.”

“Are you sure you want to do this? I mean,come on Olive, what if he realizes it’s you texting him?”

“But I do want him to realize it’s me.” Ithought about that for a second, and then changed my mind. “Well, okay, maybenot at first, but eventually.”

Amanda sighed on the other end of the line.“I’m not so sure this is a good idea, Liv. What if he tells Dylan?” She gasped.“What if they recognize the number and think it’s me?”

“Oh, stop it. How could they possiblyrecognize your cousin’s number? If you don’t open your mouth, no one will know.And it’s just for tonight. I won’t text him again. My parents are gone, he isstaying over, it’s the perfect timing.”

“Olive!” My brother banged on my door. “Thepizza is here, come down if you don’t want to find an empty box.”

“Break the door down, why don’t you,” Imuttered to myself. Opening the door of my little closet, I yelled back, “I’mcoming!”

“Okay, I’m heading downstairs. What time isit?” I asked Amanda, getting up from the floor.

“Nine. When will you text him? You have tolet me know what he is saying.”

“I can’t text you while I’m texting him.I’ll be too excited. I’ll call you tomorrow to let you know how it went.”

“Nope, I’m coming for breakfast then, whoknows when you’ll call me. Plus, I need to get the phone back to my cousin.They are leaving tomorrow afternoon.”

“Fine, then I’ll see you tomorrow. Wish meluck.”

Throwing the phone on my bed, I took a deepbreath and looked at myself in the mirror. My strawberry blonde hair wasfalling down on my shoulders in soft waves, my eyes were sparkling, and my facewas flushed with excitement over the possibility of what might happen laterthat night.

I looked down at my shaky hands and laughedat myself.

All I wanted for that night was to textJason and talk to him as if I was someone else, like an admirer. You see, I’dhad it all planned for days. I was going to text him, of course keeping myidentity a secret, preferably when Dylan was not by his side, and then simplytalk to him. Maybe I could ask him who he would want his admirer to be… Wouldn’tit be something else if he said me?

So far the plan was working smoothly.Depending on how the rest of the night went, I would make my move accordingly.

“Olive!” my brother thundered fromdownstairs.

Closing my eyes, I took a deep refreshingbreath, hid the phone under my pillow, and walked out of my room.

“What are you yelling for? I said I wascoming,” I said when I spotted Dylan sitting alone in front of the TV.

“Pour the drinks and bring out the pizza,”he answered, not even looking at me.

“Why can’t you get up and do it yourself?”I shot back.

“Just get on with it already. I’m about tostart the movie.”

I opened my mouth to—

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