Kiss & Tell | Nicolandria FF

Part 23 - Nic

Nic found Olandria sitting on the daybeds by the pool, face in her hands. He slowly approached her. "Olly?"

She shot up her head up in shock. "Oh shit-"

"Sorry, did I scare you?"

She shook her head, adjusting the scarf on her head. "Nah you good. Did I wake you up, I'm sorry."

Nic slowly sat next to her, and Olandria made space for him. "You alright?"

"Mhmm," she nodded, although she was glaring at the pool. "You can go back to bed, I was just thinking."

Nic shook his head. "Sorry, but I don't like sleeping alone. So. You're stuck with me until you get back to bed."

"You can sleep alone," she huffed, glaring at him. "Clingy ass."

He liked how mean she could be. Made him smile and nod, curling up onto the daybeds. "Clingy indeed."

Olandria stared at him for a while, like she wanted to throw him head off and dump into the pool. He simply smiled at her. She sighed and turned back to the pool.

It was quiet for a moment. Crickets were chirping, the wind was blowing, and Nic was pretty sure he had eye boogies at the corner of his eyes.

"Is production gon' film us out here?" She asked.

"Probably not, they need to sleep," he responded. She nodded slowly, as if she wasn't convinced. "And we're not wearing our mics, so it's not like they can hear us forreal."

"Yeah," Olandria decided. She still had this frown on the corner of her lips though—trying to keep her face straight but she couldn't.

"Olly."

"Hmm."

"You know you can't hide your emotions for shit, right?"

Olandria froze, like she was caught red-handed.

And then, she sighed, finally allowing her face to fall. Olandria brought her knees up to her face and wrapped her arms around them. Nic stared at her intently. And finally, when she was ready, she parted her lips and asked so softly, so carefully:

"He's gon' choose Clarke, ain't he?"

There was so much hurt in her voice that Nic sat up slowly. She was thinking about Taylor—of course she was thinking about Taylor. Why couldn't she stop thinking about Taylor?

"I'm not sure," he said, although his voice betrayed it.

She shot her glare to him, her feline eyes causing him to stiffen. "You can't hide ya emotions for shit either."

Nic sighed, rubbing his hands over his face. Fuck, okay. "Olly—I can't lie. I-"

"Fuck, I'on't even wanna hear it, never mind."

Nic said it anyway. "He's very comfortable with Clarke. And they got, y'know. Physical. A lot quicker than he did with you."

"Because I told him I was a slow burner, and he is too. When I gave him the green light, he started going-"

"Okay yeah, but not the way he does it with Clarke," he argued. "Olandria, I don't see him act with you the way he acts Clarke."

Olandria was growing more and more irritated, but Nic could care less. He needed to get it through her thick beautiful fucking head. "Olly, you know what's happening-"

"What's happening is they have a horny ass physical connection and me and Taylor have a romantic one," she argued, but even she didn't sound like she believed. But still, she pressed, "Of course he kissing on her, but he took time to get to know my mind and only took time to get to know her body."