Oliver winced dramatically, his shoulders hunching for effect as he turned to find his twin sister, Olivia, seated directly behind him. Her arms were crossed tight against her chest, her narrowed eyes spearing him with their signature intensity, and her scowl settled across her face like an immovable storm cloud.
"How many times have I told you not to call me that, Liv?" Oliver groaned, exasperation dripping from every syllable.
Olivia arched an unimpressed eyebrow. "Whatever," she dismissed with a wave of her hand, already over it. "What I want to know is why you're hanging around that grumpy golden-eyes boy? And why is his girlfriend sitting with your clown?"
Oliver blinked at her for a moment, his irritation evident. "What is it with you and calling people names?" he asked, his tone edging into outright disbelief.
