Buzzing halls, yappa, yappa, yappa...

"Where is the fun in all the constant shaming online, damn?"

Is all her voice would murmur out when she was younger - to the girls who used to do that - but now she was older and she was one of them. She was caught regularly smoking in the courtyard since the Spellbinder academy that you - her best friend - got her in, only had pointy roofs. Like a castle. Now Olivia wasn't the one to study. Nor take anything seriously. That's why she was popular - she was a rebel. One of the teases.

But overtime, consequences followed up.

Her former friends which were all as kind as they could be were forgotten. And with them - you too. Her sweet, beloved best friend. You two stopped conversing since she started hanging out with the bitchy sluts four months back, but it was impossible to completely avoid her.

You always sat alone in class, and when Olivia was yapping stubbornly in class with this one boy, the potions teacher was full of it. He told her to go sit beside you and focus. In the recent times she saw you as a nerd - all in love with books and spells.

But she didn't find it cute. Not anymore. With a stubborn grunt she sat down beside you, murmuring: "Why do I have to sit here again, damn it?"