Kiss & Tell | Nicolandria FF

Part 17 - Olandria

A/N: do y'all trust me? if so, enjoy the ride bc it's abt to get BUMPY

As Olandria walked down the corridor of the Casa, watching the black car begin to pull up to take her to the hotel, Olandria felt a sob hit her chest.

She was so—mad.

Mad that this was how she was leaving. Leaving behind the hard work she did with Taylor. Leaving because no one wanted to take their time to know her. Leaving knowing that the only person who did understand—fully understand her—was too afraid to do something with it.

She entered the black car, desperately trying to prevent tears from hitting her face, when the driver, conveniently named Jeremiah, said: "we're taking you back to the villa."

Olandria furrowed her brows, sniffling. "But I have all my stuff."

He ignored her, and Olandria couldn't stop the confusion from simmering in her body. As they drove, Jeremiah explained, "a boy has been dumped from the Villa. When we park out front, he'll be standing out there. You're gonna yell 'Quick! Hurry up! Get in.'"

Olandria stared at Jeremiah like he had six heads. "Wait, who am I saying this to?"

"The boy at the gate," the Jeremiah responded vaguely. "And make sure to sound excited when you see him."

What the fuck was going on?

Olandria awkwardly practiced her lines, her leg bouncing with anxiety. The villa grew bigger and bigger in all of its neon lighting. The closer they got, the more nervous she felt. What if Taylor also got dumped? Or what if it was Ace, or TJ—she had to practice saying their names naturally now. "Pepe," she whispered. Jeremiah gave her an odd look.

Eventually, they pulled up to the front. No one was there yet, and she scooted towards where they said the cameras would be. "On my count, open the door and say the words, alright?" Olandria nodded, and Jeremiah said into his headset, "Olandria is ready."

The silhouette of the dumped islander began pushing forward.  White shirt, black pants, fluffy hair, and a pensive face.

Olandria tried to fight her grin at the tall white boy. She failed.

Nic froze at the door, and even though the windows were tinted, she was pretty sure he saw her. Nervous excitement shook through her body as Jeremiah began to countdown.

"5, 4, 3, 2...."

Olandria opened the door and yelled, "Quick! Hurry up! Get in!"

Shock plastered on his face and Olandria couldn't fight the giggle that left her mouth. She beckoned him again, and Nic immediately began sprinting forward. He got into the truck, the smell of his sharp cologne mixing with hers, and once he settled in, the car began driving.

"What's going on? Did you get dumped?"

Olandria nodded. "How did we both get dumped?"

"We said you'd leave the house. Not get dumped," Jeremiah said suddenly, and goosebumps broke out on her body. They both stared at each other, trying to figure out what was going on.

They were both entirely clueless.

As they drove, she noticed that Nic kept staring at her. Not even covertly—just fully looking at her. Eventually, she couldn't take it. She looked back up at him. She wanted to still be upset with him—he rejected any potential of anything.