  &quot;Chicken fight?&quot;
  &quot;No.&quot;
  &quot;Diving for treasure?&quot;
  &quot;No.&quot;
  &quot;Marco Polo?&quot;
  &quot;How old are we? Eight?&quot;
  &quot;Pool volleyball,&quot; Tristan stated, ignoring Olivia's comment.
  She seemed to consider that.?I wasn't bad at volleyball so I think we could win.
  &quot;Okay,&quot; Olivia finally said.
  &quot;Get ready to lose,&quot; he said, smirking as if he already won the game.
  &quot;No, we won't. We will win and I'll show you!&quot; Olivia seethed.
  Ten minutes later, we all were in the pool. The volleyball net as well as the boundaries were set and Ethan was stood on the far right end of the pool on the opposite side with the rubber volleyball in his hands, as he had won the coin toss and he was to serve first.
  &quot;Ready?&quot; Tristan shouted from the other end of the pool.
  &quot;We were born ready,&quot; Olivia sa

  I sent him a menacing glare. &quot;You wish, Evans,&quot; I muttered, shoving him aside to hobble up to his level. My ankle was probably sprained and it would be better if I just made it to my bedroom at the earliest.
  I looked at him in the eye. He may have been a bit intimidating at the dinner table when I had my first dinner here, but not anymore. He had changed into a black shirt and grey sweatpants and his hair looked wet and disheveled. It was clear he had recently taken a shower. Oh, so maybe he was in the shower when I rudely barged into his room.
  &quot;Were you the one who spread shampoo all over my bathroom floor?&quot; I asked calmly, waiting for his reply, which he did with a question of his own.
  &quot;Would you believe me if I said no?&quot;
  &quot;No,&quot; I said flatly, finally showing him his locket by dangling it in front of his face. He snatched it from my hand

  Breakfast was awkward, to say the least. On the way to the dining hall, I ran into Ethan.?What?a?great?way?to?start?the?day!
  And to think that he would just ignore me for the best. But no, he couldn't just walk off as if I wasn't just standing right in front of him. He had to do something!
  He tried to trip me. Like how could you expect a twenty three year billionaire to be so immature? And all because of a stupid, childish feud with his childhood enemy. And it wasn't even my fault that he and Juliet were sworn enemies!
  I glared my best at him while he just walked ahead of me, looking smug. Maybe I should just give his baby making stick another kick. That would perhaps get his brain back from wherever it was in his dick.
  And to my great annoyance, he took a seat right next to me during breakfast. Thank the Lord he didn't do anything further or I would have definitely flipped my 

&quot;Chicken fight?&quot;
  &quot;No.&quot;
  &quot;Diving for treasure?&quot;
  &quot;No.&quot;
  &quot;Marco Polo?&quot;
  &quot;How old are we? Eight?&quot;
  &quot;Pool volleyball,&quot; Tristan stated, ignoring Olivia's comment.
  She seemed to consider that.?I wasn't bad at volleyball so I think we could win.
  &quot;Okay,&quot; Olivia finally said.
  &quot;Get ready to lose,&quot; he said, smirking as if he already won the game.
  &quot;No, we won't. We will win and I'll show you!&quot; Olivia seethed.
  Ten minutes later, we all were in the pool. The volleyball net as well as the boundaries were set and Ethan was stood on the far right end of the pool on the opposite side with the rubber volleyball in his hands, as he had won the coin toss and he was to serve first.
  &quot;Ready?&quot; Tristan shouted from the other end of the pool.
  &quot;We were born ready,&quot; Olivia said, giving me a slight nod.
  On cue, Ethan served overhand by tossing the ball over his

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