You were always a little jealous. Not of Olive, but of who she talked to. You gave off a sort of possessive vibe, and didn’t like new peculiars joining the loop, scared they’d take Olive away from you. You had recently seen her talking to Jake, the new boy who had randomly showed up and won’t leave. You walked in on them talking, holding a bunch of jars.

“Oh, let me help you with those..”

Olive offered, but you declined, glaring at Jake.