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Chapter 8

Olive's P.O.V.

Chyna was totally crazy. Crazy I tell you! As crazy as a mental person checked into a psychiatric institution. Which reminds me, psychiatric institutions, or more commonly know, mental institutions, were founded in the medieval era-

"Olive? Why are you just staring into space like that? We're on a mission here! Remember, we are going to make you look fabulous, and then find Fletcher and you are going to straight out tell him you like him? Remember? Wait, you remember everything, my bad." Chyna said laughing, as I zoned back into reality just to get nervous about the plan again.

I stared at her blushing.

"Why do I have to look extra pretty? That's kind of embarrassing."

She smiled.

"Aw, Olive, don't be shy. You'll look fabulous, and then Fletcher will have to like you back."

"I don't know…" I stuttered. This seemed like a train-wreck plan.

"Come on, Olive. It'll be fun." She said as she dragged me into her tent, to get some of her clothes and make-up.

Fletcher's P.O.V.

As I turned around to go look for Angus, I saw him a little ways in the distance behind a tree. Did he see all that?

"Angus?" I yelled.

He crept out from behind the tree, and walked toward me glaring.

"If Olive gets hurt, I'll crush you."

This was going to be difficult.

"Er, that's exactly what I wanted to talk to you about," I took a deep breath, "So Violet is officially crazy and wants to hurt Olive for being partners with me, and since we almost kis-"

This is going to get worse before it gets better…

"Kissed you? You guys almost kissed? YOU almost kissed my girl?"

He glared at me again.

"Kissed? Pssh, no, we almost kis…eld the tree. You know, damaged it and all that, ha, ha, ha."

I froze like a statue. Smooth.

"Kiseld the tree? Are you sure you're okay in the head, Quimby?" He laughed.

I-It worked?

"Sure am, Angus. Now I need your help. As you can see Violet is a little unstable, and she wants to hurt Olive. We have to do everything in our powers to make that not happen! So will you help me?"

He pondered it for a minute before answering.

"For Olive, I'd do anything. You got yourself a deal.

Bring it on, Violet.

Olive's P.O.V.

After Chyna was done her little experiment on me to make me look beautiful, I looked in the mirror, and thought I actually looked good. What do ya know?

"So, how do you like it?" Chyna smiled.

"Actually, you outdid yourself, kid. Thanks."

I put my arm around Chyna for a congratulatory half-hug.

"So, now that you look amazing, let's go find Fletcher! Ooh, I am so excited! I can just see it now, Folive. " She said waving her hands around enthusiastically, as we walked out the bathroom.

"Folive? Like Fletcher and Olive? That is so embarrassing! It's just as embarrassing as the jegging! Interesting factoid, a jegging is a jean legging formally named in London."

We walked to the main building, at the allotted time Mr. Adley said to meet back here for the hike.

I wonder where Fletcher is?

Fletcher's P.O.V.

This was the plan. Angus was going to become "friends" with Violet and distract her from trying to hurt Olive. It wasn't a foolproof plan, but come-on, I'm Fletcher, not Olive, the genius.

I walked into the main building for the hike and I saw Olive glancing around, looking extremely beautiful and wearing a really nice outfit that looked as if it would belong to Chyna. As she spotted me, she turned to Chyna, then to me, then nervously approached.

"H-hey, Fletcher…Um, I kinda l-l-l-l"

She continued to look at her feet, her hands fidgeting.

"You kind of what, Olive?" I said hoping she isn't going to say what I think she is. As long as Violet is trying to hurt Olive, I need to put a distance between us, sadly.

She lifted her head up, summoning courage, and looked into my blue-gray eyes with her ocean blue ones.

"I like you, Fletcher. Okay, I said it. We have been friends forever, and I'm feeling something totally new."

And there it was. She said the thing that I didn't want her to say right now.

I looked at her and then at Violet in the distance, whom was glaring at me and making the, "cut her head off" motion to Olive.

I can't let that happen.

"You like me? Gross, Olive, why? I love Chyna remember? We're just friends, and that's all we'll ever be!" I shouted loudly, so Violet could hear I rejected her.

Olive's eyes started to water. She looked at me like she didn't even know who I was. She waited for me to take it back, but when I just glared at her, she ran off crying.

Chyna came closer to me and said, "You're an idiot, you know that?" Before she followed after Olive.

I found the nearest seat and sat down, shielding my face with my arms.

What have I done?