Chapter 98 I Don't Want To Be Just Friends With You

• OLIVIA
• I'm perched on the edge of my mattress, working through another glass of orange juice. That makes two today. I never noticed how good it tastes before. Now I can't stop drinking it.
• I'm lifting the glass for one more sip when laughter drifts through the window. Sarah's laugh. So they're still outside. I get up and cross to the window, pulling the curtain aside just enough to peek through.