Page 50 of Fly with Me

“Nope. Not even a little bit.”

“You got it real bad, O.”

“I know.”

Her phone buzzed. A text. Not from Stella.

LINDSAY

Why haven’t you returned any of my calls?

Fuck. She was so done with this.

OLIVE

Because you aren’t my girlfriend and I don’t have to call you back.

LINDSAY

Why won’t you tell me who that girl was at Disney?

OLIVE

A friend. Not your business. Why do you care?

LINDSAY

Of course I care. I don’t want you getting a crush and getting hurt.

Olive snorted.

Lindsay had a nose for drama. She could sniff it out a mile away. She also had a knack for making Olive feel like complete shit.

“Olive, are you there?”

Oh yeah, Derek was still on the phone.

“Ugh, I’m so sorry. Lindsay’s texting. Asking about Stella.”

“What’d you tell her?”

“To leave me alone.” Olive adjusted a throw pillow to support her neck, a tension headache brewing.

“Good.” Even through the phone, Olive could hear the relief in her best friend’s voice.

LINDSAY

I want to see you. I figured when stuff calmed down about your brother, we’d hang out again. When you had more time. That type of girl will break your heart

LINDSAY

You need someone who will call you on your bullshit so you don’t get into that self-pity zone again. I know you think I’m a sociopath, but I just want the best for you

Olive groaned.

“What? Just block her damn number. What’s she saying?”

Olive tucked her phone beside her ear, skimming over the questions on the page in front of her. “Rewriting our history to make it seem like she didn’t dump me for having a depressive episode after my brother went into a coma and break up with me several times before that for having generalized anxiety disorder. Although, in her defense, at least Lindsay probably wants to actually fuck me rather than pretend that she’s fucking me. So, there’s that.”

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