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"Are you breaking up with me?" // "Balloons? Really?" // "Can you not?" // "I get that you wanted to come up with the plan, but your plan is stupid." // "Why are you naked?"
"Are you breaking up with me?"
“Can you really break up with someone when they only started dating you because of a bet?” Everett asked her coldly. He wouldn’t even look at her right now. He couldn’t. He had known that Olivia was cruel, but he had never imagined that she was this cruel. At the beginning he had his suspicions of her sudden interest in him, but as time wore on, they had begun to be an almost silent voice in the back of his head. Now all those inhibitions were at the forefront of his mind, screaming to be heard. “I can’t believe you … you’ve spent the last few months getting to know me, flirting with me, making me fall for you, just so you could win a stupid bet. You know, I was right about you from the beginning. I should have just stayed away.” Everett said, shoving past her and exiting the room, casting one final glance at her as the door shut behind him.Â
"Balloons? Really?"
Scott’s eyes widened in panic at Lydia’s words. What’s wrong with balloons? Everyone loves balloons, right? I mean balloons are part of the general birthday gift. Do you think she’s going to hate them? Is she allergic to balloons or something? Lydia, why didn’t you tell me that Allison was allergic to balloons!” Scott said obviously over thinking the situation, but when it came to Allison’s surprise party, he wanted nothing but perfection, and now he was worrying that he hadn’t made the cut. “Quick, tell me what else she likes, and I’ll go get something different.” Scott asked her, looking down at his watch to make sure that he had enough time to actually get her something else before she arrived.
"Can you not?"
Everett raised an eyebrow at Olivia’s words, a little smirk on his lips as he dropped his phone down slightly. “Why not? I might never get to see this again. A hungover, looking slightly less than perfect Olivia Bennett. I mean this is a rare sight. It’s one of those things that can’t help but be photographed.” He said, trying to snap a picture again even though she hid her face. “And before you say so, I just suggested getting hammered to make it through the night. You most definitely didn’t have to go along with it.” He told her simply before finally putting his phone down and slipping it in his back pocket. “I’ll be the good guy and get you some Advil though.” Everett told her, leaning forward to press a kiss to the top of her head for a moment before heading out of her room to get her some medicine.Â
"I get that you wanted to come up with the plan, but your plan is stupid."
“You’ve been hanging out with Stiles too much.” Scott told Lydia as he talked to her on the phone, “and why is that by the way? Like almost all of the time lately you two have been attached at the hip.” Scott said, his eyebrows raising slightly even though he knew that Lydia couldn’t see him. “Have the tabloids actually got something right this time, and little Miss. Lydia Martin actually has a thing for a Mr. Stilinski?” Scott teased her, quite enjoying the chance to tease Lydia for once after all of the teasing he had put up with her about Allison. “By the way, if you do, I totally approve so feel free to make a move.” Scott told her and before she had a chance to say anything else, quickly added. “Now stop worrying about the plan. The plan is flawless.”
"Why are you naked?"
At Olivia’s words, Everett quickly jumped back, stumbling into his bookshelf, causing several books to fall around him as he quickly reached for anything within sight to cover himself up which just so happened to be a ninja turtles blanket .”I just came out of the shower! Wh-what are you doing here?! Don’t you knock!” Everett asked indignantly. “Oh my god,” he mumbled, covering his face with his hand that wasn’t busy covering himself. After a couple of moments, he peeked through his fingers at Olivia’s amused look. “Can you like, ya know, leave? So I can actually put on some clothes?!” He asked her, waving his arm around erratically towards the door, trying to get her to leave.
