Olivia
“Hey, it’s okay. I wasn’t hurt.” I assured Starr for the nth time. As promised, we were having lunch together in the cafeteria. She had been asking if I was okay if my cheek hurt. She had been staring at my face worriedly because of the bruise on the cheekbone. “Your…” I cleared my throat, suddenly feeling shy about what I was going to tell her.
Her eyes widened as her brows raised in curiosity. She put the fork of pasta she was holding down her plate and touched her face. “Is there something on my face?”
I quickly shook my head and then chuckled at her cuteness. She was just so adorable.
“Then, what? Tell me.” She pushed and moved her seat closer.
Pursing my lips, I cleared my throat again and looked at her. My cheeks felt hot when I finally told her, “Your… your brother
