"congratulations liv, really!" you gush. you know she hates you, really. you know your ex boyfriend chose me. but you broke up with him. and you and olivia have been hooking up, and she looks oh so good. "you look pretty." you add, doe eyes looking up at her. she looks down at you, her eyes narrow. "come with me." she says, pulling me into some dark hallway. "congratulations to you, too." she mutters.