The Queen of Hypocritical

Clarisse laughed, "You know..."

"Before Oliver told me what she was like, I first thought it was you he liked," she admitted to her best friend.

Sophia couldn't help but burst into laughter. 

"Me?" She laughed. 

Clarisse joined in, laughing even though she had no idea why Sophia was laughing.

"He couldn't possibly like me," Sophia said smilingly. 

"No, it's impossible he actually likes me," she corrected herself.

"You don't see it, do you?" Sophia asked, a mischievous glint in her eye, and a devious grin on her face.

"See what?" Clarisse asked her curiously.

"That he's asking for your advice," Sophia said cheekily, knowing that was not his intention.

"My advice?" Clarisse raised her brow, only for Sophia to nod.

"Yes, your advice," Sophia tilted her head to the side and narrowed her eyes.

"He wants your advice on what to do with her."

"Why else would he tell you?" Sophia reasoned.