Chapter 8

Wen's POV

I could feel someone shaking me. I jolted awake. "Charlie, what happened?" As soon as I asked, memories flooded in my head and I remembered everything.

I buried my face in my hands.

"Wen, I'm sorry, dude," Charlie said. I just shook my head and began to cry. Over a girl…I know. But, she's not just any girl. She's Olivia. And, I love her.

Olivia's POV

"Woah, I never thought I'd see the day that Stella would admit to liking somebody," Mo teased.

"Oh ha ha," Stella said sarcastically.

I kept quiet. I mean, I was proud and happy for Stella. But, I was still focused on Wen. What am I going to do about him? How am I supposed to tell him?

"Olivia? Olivia?" Stella called, taking me out of my trance.

"Huh?" I asked.

"I know you're still worried about Wen, but I think you should just tell him. Straightforward," Stella advised.

"Yeah, and we better go down now. I promised the boys that we would meet them downstairs at 6:30 sharp, for dinner," Mo said.

"Okay," I got up, smoothing down my skirt. "I guess I'll tell him after dinner." We went into the elevator and went down to the lobby where we found Wen and Charlie.

"What took you guys so long? I'm starving!" Charlie complained.

"Charlie? You're always starving," Mo teased.

"Very funny," he made a face at her.

We walked into the hotel restaurant and sat down. It was a buffet so we just kept getting up to refill our plates and drinks.

Dinner was awkward. At least, awkward for me and Wen. The others were all having their own conversation. But, Wen and I kept quiet, eating silently. By the end of dinner, I couldn't take it any longer.

We all went back up to our rooms up on the second floor. Mo and Stella went into the rooms. But, I lingered. Then, Charlie went into his and Wen's room. Wen turned around to follow, but I stopped him.

"Wen, wait," I said, getting up my nerve.

"What?" he asked, flatly.

"Can I talk to you? In private?" I asked.

He sighed. "Sure," he replied, following me down to the end of the hallway.

"I've got something to tell you," I began. Wen raised his hand to stop me from saying more.

"If it's about you and Luther dating…I know."

"What?" I asked, surprised. "How?"

"Charlie told me," he responded, avoiding my gaze.

"How does he know? I never told him. I only told Mo and Stella!" I exclaimed.

"He and Mo were texting, and she told him."

"Ugh," I groaned. "Someone has to teach that girl how to keep her mouth shut," I muttered to myself.

Wen's POV

"If you wanted to know, I'm okay with it," I told Olivia. Saying that broke my heart again. I suppressed the urges to punch a wall and/or cry.

"Really?" Olivia asked, searching my face. "I was worried you wouldn't be."

"Why?" I responded, sharply. "You don't need my permission."

"I know. But, you're my best friend," she said softly, looking taken aback and hurt by my tone. She turned away from me. "Good night," she mumbled. She walked down the hallway and disappeared into her room.

I looked until I couldn't see her any longer, then sunk down the wall and broke down. What did I just do?

That was Chapter 8! I hope you enjoyed it. It's the last chapter I'm going to post for like a week or two because I'm going on vacation. But, don't worry. I'll be back! Please review!

Thanks! Bubblelina15