I knew. The second I walked into Ant Farm it was obvious.

They were sitting together. She was holding his hand and they were both laughing. And then she leaned over, kissing him. I knew, that moment, that I had no hope. But I had to pretend. That's what Olive Doyle does best. I pretend every day, pretending that I'm not jealous of Chyna, pretending that I'm not in love with Fletcher.

Chyna pretended she didn't like Fletcher. But now, at 16, all of us had changed a lot. Chyna had realized her feelings for him and had obviously made a move. But I had always known what I felt for him. Just he never knew.

I entered noisily and they jumped apart, but I pretended not to have seen anything.

"Hey, Chyna. Hey, dork." I greeted them both. I couldn't look at them properly, but out the corner of my eye as I put my bag down, I saw them exchange a look. Chyna was shaking her head but Fletcher was nodding.

I turned around and instantly, they stop.

"Olive…" Chyna began.

"So Chyna, I found out this really interesting-"

"Olive."

"Interesting Factoid: The deer mother, when she's had a baby, can-"

"No one cares!" Chyna suddenly snapped.

I froze. So did Fletcher. Chyna got to her feet and walked right up to me. I was shocked at the anger I could see.

"Nobody gives a damn about your annoying 'interesting factoids' which are really boring as hell! Especially me, and especially Fletcher. Just try to be normal, for once, Olive!" Chyna said.

I couldn't understand why she was so angry but the part about Fletcher hurt. I tried to say something but Chyna spoke again.

"No. Don't say anything. See, this is why Angus is going to be the only one who will ever want you. Actually, no, he's acting! Everyone only feels sorry for you, Olive. Nobody actually wants to be your friend!" Chyna said. "So do all of us a favor and just stay out of our way! Especially me and Fletcher's. We don't want you. Nobody does."

There was a silence. Chyna looked really shocked and her hands flew to her mouth. I figured out where this anger had come from; I hadn't wanted to listen, and Chyna had caught on. She was mad because she thought I wanted to ruin their relationship. Fletcher had gotten to his feet and walked over to Chyna, placing a hand on her shoulder.

"Come on." He said gently, ushering her away. She tried to glare at me but couldn't. As they went out, I almost missed the look Fletcher threw me over his shoulder. He was trying to tell me with his eyes that this wasn't true. But as he did, I turned away. The minute I was alone I sat on the cold, hard floor and thought about Chyna's words.

I ran over, closed the door and put Fletcher's easel, Chyna's music stuff and a table in front of it, barricading it shut. I then went to sit in the middle of the floor. Tears ran down my face and my makeup smeared and my emotions spiraled out of control.

I heard someone trying to open the door. Then they were trying harder, but because I was smart, I at least knew how to barricade doors properly.

"Olive! I know you're in there! Let me in!" it was Chyna. "Please, I didn't mean those things I said to you. You've missed half of class and I offered to look for you. Olive, I'm begging you, hear me out."

"FUCK OFF!" I shouted angrily. "What, just because I have no friends means that you can take advantage of me?! I'm sick and tired of your insults, Chyna Parks, and I HATE YOU!" I let my head lower into my hands.

About ten minutes later the barricade fell down, collapsing slightly onto me as some people shoved the door. I clambered out from under it and scooted forward, not caring who it was. I settled my head on my knees and wrapped my arms around them. I was still crying, but silently this time.

I heard someone closing the door and putting the barricade back up. After that, they sat down beside me.

"She didn't mean it." Fletcher said quietly.

"Yes she did." I said, my voice choked up. I looked up and sat cross-legged.

He looked shock at my face, tear-streaked and still sad, and my voice was cracked.

"Come to make fun of me, you doof?" I asked.

Fletcher looked hurt. "I wouldn't do that to you."

"I'm sorry." I said quietly. We were alone so I could be nice to him. "I know you wouldn't."

"Chyna was just mad." Fletcher said.

"About what?! The fact that maybe I didn't want to hear that you two are dating?!" I said suddenly, getting to my feet. I kicked down the barricade, ready for my exit later. I moved Fletcher's easel carefully away. I knew that was unscathed. I looked at Chyna's music stuff and my eyes hardened.

"Olive, no." Fletcher said, but it was too late. I grabbed the stuff and smashed it on the floor, stepped on it, threw it at the music room glass, which broke surprisingly. When I was done, I glanced down. Fletcher was fine, of course I'd made sure of that, but I expected him to be angry. He got up and he had…tears in his eyes.

"Why are you doing this, Olive?" Fletcher asked.

"Because!" I snapped. "I don't want to see you with her! I hate her but I-" suddenly I was tongue-tied.

Fletcher's eyes were somewhat wide. He thought I wasn't going to finish my sentence so I did.

"I hate her and I love you." I said finally.

His eyes went even wider and his mouth fell open. But he wasn't looking at me. He was looking behind me. Shit.

I turned and there was Chyna.

"Yeah, don't worry, I know." I said coldly. "He doesn't like me and just feels sorry for me. I'm not trying to steal him from you, Chyna. He just has to know how I feel." I brushed past her.

"Olive, wait." Fletcher called.

"No." I said. "Stay with your girlfriend. She's actually worthy of you." And with that, I grabbed my bag and, for the first time ever, simply walked out of Ant Farm.