Kiss & Tell | Nicolandria FF

Part 4 - Olandria

Night hit the villa swiftly, and she was relatively quiet while they got ready. Something weird was going to happen tonight—she wasn't sure what, but something odd enough to get her nerves racing.

Nic was on her mind now. Not because she liked him—he wasn't even her type—but because his actions were so confusing.

Was he staring at her?

Was he thinking about her?

Why did she even care?

Olandria. Get a fucking grip.

After getting her drink, Chelly pulled her to the side. Olandria followed—she adored Chelly and everything that came out of her mouth.

The moment they took a seat, Chelly whispered, "What the fuck is up with you and Nic?"

Never mind, she didn't like everything that came out of Chelly's mouth.

"Bitch, what the fuck are you talking about?" Olandria sputtered, setting her drink down.

Chelly looked stern. "Don't 'bitch what the fuck are you talking about' me. You know what I'm talking about."

"I don't."

"You do."

"No clue."

"Oh, so you don't think I noticed you and Nic eye-fucking each other earlier? Huh?"

Oh. Chelly was right in between them—Olandria didn't realize she was fucking watching.

Olandria's face felt hot.  "We were not eye-fucking each other, girl, what the fuck?"

"Oh, okay," Chelly said with that voice that called bullshit. Her and Ace were made for each other. "Because I was gonna ask like, bitch? What about Taylor? And Cierra?"

Like she needed the fucking reminder. Olandria needed to remove herself from the line of fire, so she immediately blurted: "If I fuck with Nic, she'll be single. Then you can fuck with her."

Chelly blinked. She opened her mouth. Closed it. "Y- what?"

"Yeah. Don't try it. I see how you look at Cierra, you want her real bad. You want that cookie-"

"Oh my god!" Chelly looked gagged, hand over her mouth to hide her creeping smile. She definitely didn't notice the way Olandria changed the subject. Not to be manipulative, but Olandria did not need Chelly analyzing her every move. "Stop, I'm serious about Ace and Austin."

"And Cierra-"

"Shut up before she fucking hears you." Olandria giggled while Chelly hid her face.

"And you are not serious about Austin."

"I am!" She argued, even though her face couldn't lie for shit. "I do like him... I just wish he did a little more—and I told him I like that spontaneous shit, but he keeps mopin-"

Suddenly they heard cheering. They both looked over to see Hannah at the table, cheering on what looked like Austin carrying Amaya bridal style on the balcony.

"I think Austin just wants someone who's gonna tell him what to do."

Chelly shrugged. "I don't feel like telling him what to do. I just want him to...do."