OLIVIAIf you had asked me two years ago whether I'd find myself with a boyfriend, two amazing friends, and a semblance of a normal life, I would've likely laughed in your face. I might have even considered dumping iced coffee on you for suggesting such a wild scenario. Well, maybe not the coffee part, but you catch my drift.Back then, high school felt like a pit of despair, and the thought of turning 18 was more of a burden than a celebration. But hey, time works in mysterious ways, amirite? Now I'm at UCLA, with my best friend by my side, I'm dating a great guy, I met Izzy and of course Lucas and Tyler. Oh, and let's not forget my ongoing love affair with fries – it has only intensified. Just yesterday, Matteo surprised me with a batch for the dorm, and, well, let's say he received some well-deserved appreciation. I'm now trading sex for fries? God, Olivia!On the therapy front, things are progressing well, I'm making efforts to move forward, and academic success is on my side. S

OLIVIA.Sunlight filtered through the curtains, stirring me from my bed. The groan escaped as the reality of the day hit – the amazing break was over, and now college awaited once again.I dragged myself from the warmth of my blanket, stumbling towards the bathroom, where the shock of a cold shower acted as a reluctant wake-up call.Wrapped in a robe, I made my way to the kitchen, the enticing scent of coffee filled the air drawing me in."Have I mentioned how much I love you?" I exclaimed, seizing the cup Emma had thoughtfully set aside for me."Morning, sleeping beauty," Izzy teased, peering over her magazine with a playful grin.I chuckled, settling onto a kitchen stool. "Morning to you too. Any exciting plans for the day?"She scoffed, "You know damn well the only exciting plan is surviving the first day of class today."Emma and I burst into laughter, nodding in agreement.Amidst the comfortable silence of coffee slurping and cereal munching, Izzy's eyes widened as she cackled in

OLIVIA.Sitting in my room, the muffled voices of Izzy and Lucas echoing from her room, I can't help but marvel at the irony of the situation. It's like a plot straight out of those books and movies I've always adored – the classic friends-to-enemies-to-lovers trope.I've always found the tension and drama of such narratives intriguing. They start as the best of friends, inseparable, only to be torn apart by some colossal issue. The animosity that follows is palpable, filling the plot with heated arguments, subtle glances, and unspoken feelings. It's a rollercoaster of emotions, and right now, Izzy and Lucas are riding that tumultuous journey in her room.The past week has been nothing short of awkward tension between them. Ignoring each other, avoiding eye contact, it's like walking on a tightrope, waiting for the inevitable clash. And now, as I sit here, their voices reaching me in heated argument, I can't help but hope that this is the turning point. This should be it.In every wel

OLIVIA.That familiar feeling of "Oh, my life's going great," only to be followed by a twist of fate - I've known it throughout my life. From dreaming of marrying James at 8 to experiencing my first kiss, my mother's passing, arriving at UCLA, and now, my first college boyfriend. Will I ever get my happy ending?I had a conversation with Dr. Bennett in our therapy session yesterday, and she kept apologizing for accidentally letting Matteo in on things. At first, I wanted to blame her, but deep down, I knew it wasn't her fault. After all, I never told Matteo anything, and I chose not to inform her that he remained oblivious. Now, it feels like I'm the one in the wrong in this situation, and I feel really guilty.On the flip side, what Matteo had to say to me wasn't nice. It was rude and mean, something I never expected from him. Glancing at my phone, I observed yet another incoming message.Matteo: I'm sorry Olly, can you at least pick up your phone? Please.A week has passed since Mat

OLIVIA.Have you experienced that intense mix of anger and sadness? It's like the weight of fury is bearing down on me, suffocating and frustrating. I have this overwhelming urge to scream, at anyone, anything, maybe even him. I want to shout until my voice gives out, just so he knows the depth of my anger. But I need to be sure he doesn't see how deeply he's hurt me. I refuse to give him that satisfaction.My phone buzzed with a message, and I let out an exasperated sigh, annoyed by the intrusion into the protective bubble of anger I'd wrapped around myself. I straightened up as I glanced at the caller ID.Dante: I heard about what happened. Are you okay? Do you need someone to talk to?Me: Oh my God, who told you?Dante: You do realize your boyfriend's my little brother, right?Me: I'm fine.Dante: ...Me: He hurt me again. Completely disregarded my feelings, made me feel stupid, all in front of her.Dante: Do you want to talk about it in person? We could grab coffee? Or hang out? O