Olivia's POV
"Remind me again why you're here?" I asked Bazzi as he continued to ball of pieces of paper and attempt to throw them into the trash from across the room. "Have you even made one of those?"
"I'm here because you called me to come help you," he rolled his eyes, turning to throw the piece of paper at me instead. "You should've called Y/n if you actually wanted to get work done."
"Y/n didn't answer."
"I can leave..." He trailed off, but I knew he was joking.
"Sit your ass down and help me."
He laughed like a little kid as he jumped back into his seat and rolled over to where I was sitting.
"I think that maybe-"
He was cut off when there was a knock on the studio door.
"Who's that?" He whispered. "You invited someone else?"
"No," I answered as I stood up to see who was there.
I opened the door and my heart dropped when I saw who was standing there. It wasn't that she scared me, I was just confused.
"Hey, Reneé," I greeted, trying not to sound too surprised. "What's up? Come in."
"Hey," she smiled. "Hey, Andrew."
"Oh, hey!" Bazzi stood up to give her a hug, making eye contact with me over her shoulder and mouthing a very clear 'What the fuck?'.
"Is this girl talk?" Bazzi asked as he pulled away from her. "I can give you two a bit. I was about to go grab a bite to eat anyways."
That son of a bitch.
"Actually, it might be," Reneé giggled. "I just needed to talk to Olivia for a second. I figured I could find you here. Y/n said you're always at the studio."
My heart was beginning to race. What could she have possibly needed to come find me in person for?
"I'll leave you two to it," Bazzi said with a smile. "Liv, I'll bring back some food for you."
I can't believe he was actually going to leave me here alone. Before I even had a chance to protest the door was shutting behind him.
"So, what's up?" I asked as I turned back to Reneé, walking over to the couch to have a seat.
She followed me and sat across from me in a chair.
"I had a question for you," she began, running a hand through her gorgeous blonde hair.
I didn't answer, allowing her to continue. Honestly, I didn't answer because I didn't know what to say. My heart felt like it was about to beat out of my chest.
"It's about Y/n."
Oh god.
"What about her?" I asked, wiping my sweaty palms on my jeans are subtly as possible.
"She's been really off this week because of everything that's coming up this month," she began to explain. "I just want to do something nice for her to make her feel better. You know? You've known her for a long time and I figured you'd be a good person to ask."
Girl. This couldn't have been a phone call?
"I didn't want to ask Y/n for your number or anything because I want it to be a surprise."
So, instead you showed up and gave me a heart attack?
"Aweeee. That's so sweet of you," I told her as I patted the seat next to me on the couch. "Come here. Let's brainstorm."
She smiled as she came over to sit next to me and I grabbed my laptop so we could look up some cool places in the area.
"You know a long time ago she talked about wanting to go to a glass blowing class," I suggested as I went on Google to see if I could find one in the area.
"Oh, that sounds so fun. She mentioned wanting to try pottery before too!" She said excitedly as dozens of local art studios popped up on the screen. "That would be cute."
We continued to research for a bit, throwing ideas back and forth. I was just glad that was all she wanted to talk about.
"Hold on," I said, placing my laptop on the coffee table as I got up to get my phone off the charger. "I went to this letter press studio once with my friends. I can't remember the name let me ask them."
I was about to walk back over to where Reneé was sitting when two messages came through on my phone.
Andrew Bazzi:
Are you alive
Andrew Bazzi:
Does she know about you and Y/n
I was about to text him back when I heard two notifications come through on my laptop. That's when I realized what happened.
I looked up slowly and saw her staring at my screen with furrowed eyebrows. She glanced up at me and we locked eyes.
"Do I know what?" Reneé asked, her face now flushed.
Goddamnit, Andrew.
"No, it's not what you think," I quickly began to try and do damage control. "Nothing is going on between me and Y/n."
"Then why did Andrew text you that?" She asked as she stood up from the couch.
Oh, I was going to fucking kill him.
"Look, Reneé," I put my phone in my pocket and ran a hand through my hair. "Y/n and I have known each other for a long time."
"You're not answering my question," she cut me off. "What was that about?"
This was literally my worst nightmare.
"Okay, let me explain," I began, walking over and sitting down on the couch.
She followed suit, sitting next to me.
"It was a long time ago, Reneé."
"What the fuck are you talking about, Olivia?"
"We had a thing," I blurted out. "That was so long ago, though."
"A thing?"
"Yea, like we didn't date or anything. We just like had a thing..." I was not doing a good job at damage control. "Look. We had a conversation so long ago where we decided that we were better as friends. It was way before you came along."
"She never told me about this," Reneé spoke with a humorless laugh. "Wow, and here I am trying to plan a cute date to cheer her up with her ex girlfriend."
"We never dated, Reneé. I swear there is nothing going on between us. That girl is basically in love with you."
She made eye contact with me when I said that and I saw that her eyes were beginning to water.
"Yea," she said sarcastically as she wiped her eyes quickly. "Thanks for helping. I think I'm going to go."
She didn't give me a chance to say anything else before picking up her phone and walking out of the studio.
What the fuck just happened?
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A little birdie told me they saw this story on the US top ten and I just want to say thank you guys so much for all the love<3
The long awaited drama is here and it's not over yet>:)