Chapter 33: Olive's POV
My phone wouldn't stop. Ping. Ping. Ping. Each notification made my heart do something weird—like it couldn't decide if it wanted to explode or just stop beating altogether.
I opened i********: first. Big mistake.
"Hockey's golden boy Zane Mercer declares interest in mystery girl 'Olive'—who is she?"
"She really thinks she's special enough for ZANE MERCER??? Girl, wake up."
"He's going to destroy her. Just like he did to Sabrina. RIP to this poor girl's heart."
"Yuck. Someone tell her to RUN before he drops the bombshell."
I locked my phone so hard I almost cracked the screen, then shoved it into my bag as the Uber driver pulled up to the airport pickup.
A week ago, I was nobody. The kind of nobody people don't look at twice on the sidewalk. The kind who ble
