An Inside Eye

Malory

“It’s beautiful,” she tells me, “I wish someone gave me something half as pretty as that.”

I stare down at the crystal pendant around my neck.

“Who would’ve thought,” I say, scoffing, “Who would’ve thought we’d be this close? We used to literally give each other headaches and black eyes,” I shrug, “Now we’re patching each other up and exchanging fancy boxes wrapped in gift paper.”

“At least you can talk about your friendship,” Olivia says, frowning, “I don’t exactly know where I stand with Ron anymore.”

“If he’s being a b*tch and confusing you just talk to him about it,” I tell her. “Ask him.”

“You know how I am,” she says, “You know how I get around guys.”

“I don’t know what to tell you, Olive. Ron has clearly shown interest in you by kissing you deliberately, so I don’t see why you can’t get over it and just talk the matter out.”

“Did...” she pauses to examine her question internally, “Did you and Kyle really talk about it? Like nothing?”