: (Olivia's POV) "Ethan," I whined, following him to the bar "No," he laughed. "Ethan, please?" I begged. "Why should I help you?" he asked. I fell silent. I'll twist the game, bend the rules to suit me then. "Because Annabelle is your ex-girlfriend. What is it with her? Are all guys into girls who share names with haunted dolls?" I said, sitting beside him. "Why the hell do you know that?" he asked. "What do you mean, why do I know that? The whole school knows it. She cheated on you and told the cheer team you have a tiny dick," I shrugged. "She did what?" he asked. "I'm kidding, Johnny Bravo, relax," I scoffed, "She didn't do that. Not as far as I know, but then again, I'm not on the cheer team," I shrugged. "You're hilarious, Olive," he said sarcastically. "Thank you, Miles," I smiled. "In all seriousness, it's not a bad deal, come on. Just at these stupid parties where they both will be there. It works for you, it works for me." "No," he deadpanned. "Fine, I'll go find someone else," I stood up. I began walking away, counting in my head. Five… four… three… two… "Olive!" I grinned, turning around to face him, smacking the smile off my face. "Yes, Miles?" I asked, walking over to him casually. "I'll help you if you help me," he said. "And why should I help you?" I smirked. "You little b-" "Watch your mouth," I said, "I'm listening." "Around him? I'll help you. Around her? You help me. Deal?" "Who makes deals with their enemy? I think I'll pass." I waved my hand dismissively, turning around to leave. He grabbed my wrist and yanked me back. I raised my eyebrows at him, biting back a laugh. "She cheated on me, you know he cheated on you, come on. Two birds with one stone. You're annoying but you're not dumb. Think about it," he said. "Or what?" I arched a brow at him. "Or I'm afraid I'll have to ruin your pretty little dress," he said, grabbing a glass of red wine from the bar. "Then I'll ruin your pretty little suit," I smiled, grabbing another glass of red wine. "And look, you're even wearing white," I said, looking down at his shirt. "Olivia," he said slowly. "He knows my name," I grinned, putting the glass back down. "Okay, I'll help you," I let out a dramatic sigh, sitting down. "But we need rules," I said. "Fine," he agreed, standing beside me, leaning against the bar. "We pretend only in front of them," I said. "Why else would I be around you?" I rolled my eyes at his response and continued, "You can't tell anyone and I won't either, that one's obvious." "Anything else, Oliver Twist?" I rolled my eyes at the new nickname. "No, um- no touchy, feely bullshit." He rolled his eyes, "Okay, deal?" "Deal? After thirty minutes of me chasing you around this place, begging you to help me? Deal?" I scoffed, shaking my head, "It's your turn." "My turn?" he asked. "Beg," I smirked. "I don't beg," he said, leaning in. "Sure you do. Come on now, don't be shy," I teased, pinching his cheek. He smacked my hand off his cheek, pinning my wrist down to the table, leaning in even further, threateningly. "Olivia, whatever your middle name is, Carrington. I will never beg for you or your help, got it?" he whispered. He's so close. I smiled, "Okay, don't beg. But you have to say 'please.' I said it about twenty times," I said. He scoffed, looking around while rolling his eyes. "You can't be serious," he deadpanned. "You bet I am," I replied, "Take it or leave it, Miles," I sighed, "I don't got time." "No," he shrugged. "Oh, come on, Miles. You've known me since pre-school, we've had a good enmity since then when you pushed me off the goddamn swing. Let's push that aside while we're helping each other, we'll pick it up later, hmm?" "I hate you with every single nerve in my body," he mumbled. "Why? Am I out of your league? Does that bruise your ego?" I frowned. "You? Out of my league? Impossible." "Now, that hurts my ego. And if you want my help, don't hurt my ego and character. Say please, Ethan Miles Archer." He turned to me, his eyes flickering to mine. "Olivia Carrington, will you please help me?" he sighed in defeat. I grinned, "Of course, I'll help you." I straightened up in my seat, "Give me your phone." "Why?" I stared at him, waiting for him to catch on. He gave it to me and I typed in my number, handing it back to him. "She-devil, there we go," he smirked, giving me a call so I could have his number. "Devil's bellboy, there we go," I grinned, flicking my hair over my shoulder. "Very original," he nodded. "Thank you," I said, watching the people walking by. "Now that we're putting our hate for each other on pause, what do you think of Annabelle and Justin?" I asked, looking straight ahead of me. "I think he's a dick who sleeps with anything that breathes, and Annabelle is lonely and desperate enough to do the same," he answered. "So, why would she cheat on you? Oh, that's right. You didn't love her, or something like that, wasn't it?" I asked. "I don't love," he rolled his eyes. I looked at him incredulously. "That's so cliche fuckboy of you to say. 'I don't love,'" I said mockingly, rolling my eyes. "What about you, Oliver Twist? Why'd he cheat on you?" "Because I refused to give him a blowjob," I shrugged. He stared at me. "I'm kidding. I refused to sleep with him," I answered honestly this time. "Wow, Oliver Twist is Virgin Mary?" he taunted. "Do you presume the She-Devil to be a virgin, bellboy?" I asked, raising a brow at him, "I had a boyfriend before him and I was with Justin for no more than two months. I'm no Virgin Mary," I said, looking at my nails I painted earlier today, "Just picky," I smiled. "Yeah, real picky," he scoffed. "At least I don't sleep with every woman I see walking by," I retorted. "I thought you're straight?" he smirked. I rolled my eyes, "I'm not a walking sex machine like you. I don't sleep with the first guy I see," I said. "I don't find that totally convincing," he reasoned. "I've been seeing you since pre-school and I don't remember having sex with you," I retorted, "Or are you suddenly the exception?" "Your boyfriend's watching," he smiled, looking at me. "I can see that, but your girlfriend isn't around," I said, smiling back at him. "There we go," I said when she came up and stood with Justin. "So, what happened to your besties? The other two don't come to these parties?" I asked, brushing his hair out of his eyes, noticing the way it annoyed him when I touched him. I was enjoying this a little too much for my own good.