I returned to my room and allowed sleep to take me.

Or at least I tried.

Olivia finally had friends other than me...

Yet, why did I feel bad?

Shouldn't I have been happy?

Did being upset make me a terrible friend?

I wish I knew what to do.

The door knocked me out of my thoughts.

It was Ryan.

"You're still not asleep?"

I sat up straight.

"No, too much on my mind."

He sat down on his bed.

"Does it have anything to do with you leaving?"

Laying down, I closed my eyes again.

"Yeah, and it's bothering me that I did that."

A snicker escaped his lips.

"Seems that you have a case of jealousy."

I bolted up from bed.

"Why would I be jealous?"

He sighed.

"It's obvious that you like her."

"Her, who?"

He narrowed his eyes.

"Don't play stupid. I'm talking about Olivia, who else?"

My face flushed.

"I do like her, but only as a friend."

I put my head back down and covered myself in my blankets.

Olivia only saw me as a friend...

If I dared to tell her the truth then she would hate me, wouldn't she?