Everlastingly Loving You - Chapter 139

Sophia was in a relatively good mood that morning.

How could she not be, she had a date with her boyfriend that ended perfectly.

Everything was going perfectly, and unlike Clarisse, she didn’t nor would she ever get bored of it.

“You’re hovering,” she noticed.

“No I’m not,” Oliver tried denying it.

“Are you trying to lie to me?” Sophia raised her brow.

“I’m not lying,” Oliver sputtered.

“Then are you trying to tell me something?” Sophia inquired next.

“H-how–”

“How did I know?” Sophia finished his sentence for him.

“Common sense,” she responded.

“Now out with it,” she demanded.

“Don’t leave me waiting in anticipation and just tell me already!”

Oliver was nervous.

He shouldn’t have been, but this was Sophia.

The first time they met, she kicked him in the cojones.

Who knew what she’d do? She was unpredictable to the point it was frightening.

God help Nicholas.

“It’s nothing too important,” Oliver lied.

“It’s nothing relating to you,” he admitted.

“Hmm.”

“Is it gossip?” She inquired curiously.

“It’s not,” Oliver shook his head.

“Then what is it?” She hissed.

“Just tell me, I won’t bite,” she promised.

Oliver couldn’t fathom why he could be so frightened of her. Perhaps it was because she was Clarisse’s best friend, or his lasting first impression of her, who knew?

“We’re friends,” Sophia added.

“So get it over with.”

“You’re making a huge deal of things,” Oliver narrowed his eyes, “Really it’s nothing.”

“I just… told Clarisse I liked her,” he said weakly.

He sat down on the chair across her, the other head of the table.

Sophia took a couple of minutes to process things.

“Huh.”

“You told her,” she stared blankly at him.

“You told her that you liked her, and she didn’t tell me?!” Sophia cried.

“So much for sisterhood,” she mumbled snarkily.

“Not that way,” Oliver quickly corrected.

Sophia tilted her head to the side.

“I did tell her I like her, I just…”

She groaned.

“Seriously?”

“You told her you liked her but didn’t tell her who it was?”

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” she shook her head in disapproval.

“You’re joking, right?” She scoffed.

“I hate you,” she narrowed her eyes.

He cleared his throat.

“I was trying to cheer her up,” he mumbled hoarsely.

“What else could I have said to lighten up the situation, get up on a table and tap dance?”

Sophia shrugged, “I guess you’re right.”

“So what did Clarisse say?” Sophia asked him, wondering why Clarisse hadn’t called her up and told her first.

She was hurt.

Very, very hurt.

‘And why didn’t she tell me?’ Sophia mumbled inaudibly.

“She asked me to tell her more and asked who the lucky girl was,” Oliver answered.

“Hmm.”

“You can go now, you’re dismissed,” Sophia waved her hand dismissively.

Oliver blinked, “Sophia, I’m having breakfast here.”

It was Sophia’s turn to blink, “Right, then I’ll be taking my leave.”

“Would you like to come with me? We could come to Blaine’s place together,” Sophia offered, trying not to laugh before she finished her joke.

“Maybe then you could tell her it was her you were talking about the other day,” Sophia added.

Oliver glared at her, that was a horrible joke, “I’m not trying to pick up a fight here.”

“And that’s like signing a death note, why would I ever do that?!”

He huffed in annoyance.

“It was a joke, wasn’t it?”

Sophia scoffed, “What did you think it was, a request?”

In her best impersonation of Clarisse, she told him, “Chillax, I’m not asking you to do anything,” before she left to visit Clarisse – or get her revenge.

Sophia got dressed and brought a purse with her, relieved Clarisse had given her the keys to Blaine’s place.

She drove to Blaine’s place, coming up with a brilliant plan to take her revenge.

Once she arrived at his place, she unlocked the doors and let herself in.

She made her way to the bedroom that had been fortunately left open.

“Good morning!” Sophia greeted, opening their curtains.

Blaine woke up, “What the hell are you doing here in the middle of the morning?”

Sophia said singsongingly, “I heard someone wanted a wake-up call.”

Clarisse groaned, “I should never have given you a pair of keys to the place.”

Sophia shrugged, “Maybe you shouldn’t have, I have something to talk about with you.”

She turned to Blaine, “Mind getting us a drink?”

Blaine glared at her, “You can’t just waltz in here like you own the place, Soph.”

Sophia smiled, “I know, but this is a special case.”

“And I have to talk to your girlfriend regarding something,” Sophia said.

Blaine rolled his eyes, knowing he wouldn’t get Sophia to leave.

He exchanged looks with Clarisse who shrugged.

“Alright,” he sighed before slipping on a pair of slippers and exiting his own bedroom.

Clarisse patted the empty space beside her.

“What is it?” She asked, still partly asleep.

Sophia made herself comfortable.

“Yesterday, you didn’t go on a date with Oliver, did you?” Sophia inquired.

Had Clarisse been drinking a glass of water, she would’ve spit it out.

“What?! No, of course not!” Clarisse cried.

“Why would you even consider that?” She questioned.

Sophia shrugged, “I was just asking.”

“Besides, he had a lot to say at breakfast,” Sophia said to Clarisse.

She raised her brow, “What did he have to say?”

Sophia replied, “Well, he said he had a…”

She racked her brain, knowing Oliver hadn’t actually said anything other than the ‘I told Clarisse I liked her without telling her it was her I liked’ thing.

“Great time,” she finished.

“That’s not a lot to say,” Clarisse blinked.

She wondered if Sophia knew of what Oliver had told her.

“Oh and by the way,” she began.

“Hmm?”

“Do you know Oliver has taken a liking to someone?” Clarisse asked.

Sophia acted surprised.

“What?!” She gasped theatrically.

“He likes someone?”

“I wonder who it could possibly be!” Sophia exclaimed.

“Right?” Clarisse asked.

Sophia nodded, basking in it all.

Sweet, sweet obliviousness. Amusing, and annoying all at the same time.