Olivia
“Olivia? Are you telling the truth? You kissed Alvin?”
The pain on my childhood friend’s face was evident. I didn’t want to tell him about this memory because I knew how deeply it would cut into his heart, but I was left with no choice. Nathan practically had me cornered in search of an answer that I think he already knew.
I nodded slowly. “Yes,” I admitted. “Beneath that oak tree. We were only eight, though. It meant nothing.”
Nathan’s icy voice sliced through the air, laced with a bitterness I’d never sensed from him before. “I knew it,” he said, his voice so low it was almost a growl. “I always felt you had lingering feelings for Alvin, and I was right.”
“Lingering feelings?” I felt a flash of anger. “That’s not fair, Nathan. We weren’t even ten years old yet!
