Love & Hate Series Box Set (Love & Hate #1-2)

by Joanna Mazurkiewicz

  “There you are,” says Dora, sitting at my empty table. People are still laughing when I walk by, but my best friend glows. Obviously her trip to London with Jacob went well. “Let's go somewhere quiet where we can talk properly.”

  “I'm fine here. Besides, I'm starving,” I reply, shoving a large portion of sausage casserole down my throat. Food helps and I'm doing everything I can to look like I'm not affected by what’s going on around me. If Oliver sees me in a complete meltdown, then he will know that he’s won.

  Dora arches her eyebrows, giving me one of her irritating stares. “How are you holding up, India? I go away for a weekend and next thing I know you let him humiliate you again. You should have known that it was a setup, because you and I have done the very same thing. Remember the Halloween party?”

  “I'm fine. So stop making a scene. Of course I remember it,” I hiss, ignoring other people in the canteen who are staring at us like they’re expecting some kind of confrontation. “But I had no idea that Alexander was only doing what Oliver asked him to do. You told me yourself to go out and enjoy myself.”

  “Yeah, it's not your fault, but you should have told me that Alex asked you to dress up. I thought he just wanted to take you out.” Dora looks even more upset than I am, and I don't get it. She usually never showed any empathy towards anyone else, especially me.

  “It's done now. My pictures are all over Facebook. Oliver might have humiliated me, but I'm not planning to leave,” I tell her, chewing my food.

  “I thought that he was joking about this whole bet. I didn't expect him to take this that seriously.”

  “What? You warned me yourself. After what I did to him in high school it was obvious that he wasn't joking.”

  “Yeah, I know, but I just thought that he would play with you. Maybe I should talk to Jacob and tell him to talk to Oliver. He can make him stop, you know.”

  “Don't you dare, Dora. Oliver can keep crushing me how ever much he wants. But I'm not weak. Can’t you see I'm fine? I don't care what other people think about me. It's Braxton, not Gargle. They will get bored eventually.”

  “Maybe, but what about your reputation? If you want to find a date—”

  “Dora, stop it, will you?” I say, a bit louder than I intended. “Oliver is a tool and I told you that I'm not interested in dates. I don't want to talk about this anymore. I mean it.”

  She doesn't respond but stares at me for a couple of minutes like she’s expecting me to start crying. I need to get out of here before the rugby team shows up ruining my lunch. The truth is that I'm not fine. I hate that people could see me in my underwear at that party. I hate that all the girls are pointing out how fat I am. Dora has a perfect figure. But I'm athletic, not skinny like other girls.

  “Are you sure that you’re all right? People were writing pretty nasty stuff on Facebook,” she asked quietly.

  “I'm good, so can you please stop asking me? Let's just change the subject. Tell me about your trip to London.”

  The panic finally floods away when Dora starts talking. Oliver will keep pushing me to the edge, but I'm stubborn. I will keep trying to gain his forgiveness. As Dora goes through what she bought and what she saw in London, I form a new plan in my head. It's time to talk to Oliver and tell him the reason I treated him like he was no one back in high school.

  When I finish my lunch, I tell Dora that I have to run to class. During class lectures I make notes, but I can't concentrate well enough. Am I really ready to tell Oliver what kind of brother he lost? Am I ready to go through this nightmare again?

  Christian didn't have an excuse to treat me viciously, but I should have seen it coming. Whenever his mother was going through a crisis, he kept running off, leaving Oliver and me to deal with her.

  It's early afternoon when I’m finished with classes and I know that Oliver has a training session today. Dora complained to me in her morning text that Jacob chose to go to training rather than to see her. Dora can be overwhelming sometimes. She expects too much from guys, and Jacob should already know this, but he doesn't seem to mind.

  I walk to the sports centre, which is on the other side of campus. My hands are shaking and I start doubting myself, wondering if this is a good idea after all. I need to clarify what he wants from me. He kissed me, and that always has some consequences.

  I decide to wait for him outside. His training should be finished soon. I play this scenario in my head, thinking if I'm brave enough to explain everything, that he will understand.

  What if he refuses to talk to me? What if he won't believe me?

  I stand there for twenty minutes before I see a few guys coming out of the hall laughing. I spot Jacob, who walks out with Oliver. My heart starts thumping in my chest for several seconds and I stand there immobile. Jacob spots me first. He tells Oliver and his eyes move to look my way. My heart is beating so fast and hard now that I can't catch my breath. It has to be now or never. He hasn't got a choice; he has to tell me what kind of game he was playing with me. I'm not the India from high school. It's time to swallow my pride and face him.

  I started walking towards them, playing this whole conversation in my head.

  Jacob shakes his head, and a few other guys are glancing back at me.

  I hear them say, “This is the chick from the party.”

  “Yeah, the one Olie wants to end.”

  I stop in front of them, but Oliver ignores me, looking away, then he starts walking in the opposite direction.

  “Oliver,” I say, “are you going to run away or are you going to face me like a man?”

  He stops few meters from me. Jacob glances back and forth from me to Oliver. A few other guys turn around to see what’s going on.

  “Jacob, did you hear anything? Because I most certainly haven’t,” Oliver says, his back to me.

  I have to do something, knowing that he’ll keep ignoring me like this forever. His hair is damp and he looks so sexy. It still amazes me how much he’s changed. I swallow hard and take a step towards him, but Jacob grabs my hand, looking tense.

  “India, I don't think it's a good idea. Don't do this, for your own sake,” he whispers.

  I pull away and move toward Oliver. “Fine, if you want to do this here, then I don't have a problem with that. I bet that all your buddies would be happy to hear what I’ve got to say about your dead brother.” I pitch my voice loud enough for everyone to hear.

  He turns his head slowly towards me and when our eyes meet I feel like I'm going through an asthma attack. My breathing gets heavier, more laboured. The images from Saturday night pass through my mind rapidly: Oliver lips are on mine again and I want more.

  “You got one minute, Indi,” he snarls and turns around, walking back to the sports centre.

  Jacob gives me a look that says I shouldn't do this to myself, that Oliver will only humiliate me more. I ignore him and walk after Oliver. My pulse is racing and sweat gathers over my forehead. He stops by the door and keeps playing on his phone, still ignoring me.

  “I want to know…what was that about the other night?” I ask, trying to sound indifferent, but my tone is like a scowl.

  “Indi, I thought that you had something important to say. I have other things to do, like I need to go and take a piss,” he growls, not taking his eyes off his phone.

  “I asked you a question. What was that about the other night? Why did you kiss me?”

  He smirks and insults me again. “I didn’t consider that kissing. It was more like trying to teach someone how to do it.” That comment hurts the most because he’s saying that he didn't feel anything, that it was just his game. I fold my arms together observing how different he is from Christian.

  “You kissed me, Oliver, so stop pretending that it didn't happen.” I feel like I want to shake him and tell him that I treated him like garbage because his brother was a sadistic psycho. Christian hurt me and now Oliver is doing exactly the same.

  He finally lifts his beautiful blue eyes and looks at me, but
he is so empty. There is nothing in his eyes of what I expected to see: no despair, no regret, and not even warmth. “I just wanted to let you taste what you will never have. I'll never look at you the way I look at other women, because in my eyes you're just a piece of trash with no feelings.” He moves his face closer to mine and his eyes burn with bitter anger and deceit. For a moment we stand there looking at each other.

  I fight to keep back the tears, to let him see that he’s won. This conversation is now over. I can't bring myself to tell him. He is not worth it.

  “Keep doing what you’re doing, Oliver, but you won't win. So let's see what else you got because I will be here for as long as it takes, whether you like it or not. You are just like your brother.” Then I turn and walk away, wiping the tears off my cheeks. He doesn't get it, and maybe he never will understand what I mean by that, but right now I don't care. From now on we are enemies, and if he ever tries to touch me again, I’ll be ready to push him away. I won't be the same India from high school, but I won't be weak anymore.

  After seeing Oliver, I walk home feeling numb and deceived by my own mind. Christian and my gloomy past will hunt me down for the rest of my life.

  This was supposed to be easy, telling the truth, redlining myself from the past. Fixing everything was part of my new character that I began to grow into. The old India wouldn't take his insults; she would have struck back and slapped him. I'm not that person anymore. It's easier to walk away if you are not wanted than to fight back. His insults are part of me now, so it doesn't matter. If I could fix the past, I would have told him straightaway. I wouldn't keep anything to myself.

  But that part of life is over. The old Oliver is gone and the new one is like his brother—monstrous and cold. It's time to move on. My feelings for him were never real.

  Chapter ten

  Lies and pain

  Present

  I go home, change, and then go to my rowing session. It’s my first year of University; next month the term ends and I will be on Christmas break. Braxton University holds this special tradition. In the first week of December there is a rowing competition between students and the whole university always shows up for that. We will be competing against each other; it’s a warm up before national contest in April when we will compete as a team. I might be able to fix my broken reputation if I win against Mackenzie.

  Later on, training goes better than I expected. It turns out that, thanks to my anger, I make my best time so far and manage to beat a few girls on the team. Mackenzie misses the session, but I'm glad that I don't have to see her today, especially after my conversation with Oliver.

  When I get back to the apartment Dora is already there. I didn't expect her to be home today, but I guess she doesn't fancy seeing Jacob after being with him all weekend. This is just so typical of her.

  “You went to talk to him. Jacob told me,” she says as soon as I walk through the door. I want to curse Jacob’s name off, but I bite my tongue and walk to the kitchen, trying to act like an adult.

  “He told you? I can't believe that he didn't keep his mouth shut,” I say, opening the fridge. I burned a lot of calories at the gym and I'm starving right now.

  “Maybe it's because he cares about me and you. Jacob could be the best boyfriend that I ever had.”

  Wow, I never expected Dora would ever say anything like that. It's not her style. She uses men and then dumps them, but maybe she decided to change. Like I did.

  “Could be?” I tease her, laughing.

  “Fine, he is the best boyfriend that I ever had.”

  “Good for you, but I don't want to talk about my conversation with Oliver. It was a bad idea anyway. He’s not planning to leave me alone. He made that quite clear today.”

  “Fuck. I'll tell Jacob to talk to him.”

  “Dora, Oliver doesn't listen to anyone. Just stay out of this,” I say raising my voice. “I don't want you to get involved. Let's just change the subject. Have you got ice cream? I’ve got to eat something before I make a dinner.”

  She purses her lips, probably trying to think of a way to throw in some extra comments, but I shake my head.

  Instead, she throws a pillow at me. “Chocolate chip, your favourite.”

  “Great, ice cream, dinner, and some romantic comedies,” I say. “And don't you even dare start on this again.”

  She frowns, but then she brightens up when I bring two spoons.

  This should cheer me up—eating ice cream, watching stupid TV shows with my best friend and not worrying about the man that I once loved. He might have crushed me, but I am grateful I still have Dora. She is a selfish girl, but she is also a loyal friend, and I know she will look out for me.

  Past

  “Hey, baby, did you miss me?” Christian asked when I answered the door. I was not expecting him, but a few days ago I must have mentioned that my mum would be working late tonight and my sister Josephine would be going to a sleepover with her friend Alison.

  “Yes, sure, but I thought that we weren't going to see each other today,” I said.

  “Are you going to let me in, or should I just go home?” he snapped, looking irritated that I kept him waiting.

  I wasn't in the mood for his company tonight. Our A-levels were coming up and we both needed to study. Christian never asked me if I wanted to see him; he normally just showed up. But it had been getting harder and harder to keep away from him, and our dates always ended up in arguments lately.

  “Right, sorry, come on in,” I said, as he slid through the door and dumped his jacket on the floor for me to pick up, as usual. We never used to argue and he used to let me do what I wanted, but in the past few months he started pushing me to have sex with him, like he knew that I was never planning to sleep with him. On his eighteenth birthday he pushed me into his bedroom and started undressing me. Somehow I managed to talk him out of it, but our evening ended up in a fight.

  Tonight he didn't go to the living room where I expected him to go. Instead he went straight to my bedroom. Christian liked my strong and chilled personality. We’d talked about sex a lot and he had agreed to wait. Dora had no idea that I was still a virgin. She thought that I'd been sleeping with Christian since I was fifteen.

  “Are you seriously studying right now?” he asked, pointing at all my books that were spread on the floor.

  “The exams are coming up. What did you think I was going to do, play chess with you?” I asked, annoyed.

  “I was thinking about something more productive.” He smirked. “Your mother won't be back until late and your sister is having a sleepover, isn't she?”

  My stomach tightened. It wasn't so much the fact that I didn't want to have sex with him as it was the fact that I didn't love him, but I was too scared to tell him the truth. I had to break up with him sooner rather than later, even if none my friends supported my decision.

  He got up and pulled me to the bed, pushing away all my books. He was an affectionate guy. When we first started going out I thought that I loved him. It was a few months later I realised that it was his brother, Oliver, that I wanted.

  Christian pulled me to his chest, and I parted my lips, letting his tongue slip into my mouth. I felt nothing and the agitation began to grow. I could no longer pretend that I enjoyed making out with him. His hands began their journey across my body, moving over my hips and legs. The tiny voice in my head kept telling me that if I let him start doing this, he wouldn't stop. He deepened his kisses and ran his tongue down my neck, growling with pleasure. I closed my eyes, imagining that Christian wasn't there and that I was kissing Oliver. He touched the warm spot between my legs and I let go of a gasp.

  “Okay, stop. This is not what I had in mind today,” I told him, pulling away. But he held me tighter and pushed me down so I was underneath him.

  “I know you want this. Stop playing prude,” he said, situating himself on top of me. His hardness was pressed over my core and my anxiety grew as the seconds passed.

  “Christian, I
told you that I want to wait. How many times did we have this conversation already?” I asked him in a high-pitched tone.

  “Fuck that, India. We’ve been going out for ages. I'm horny for you, baby. Don't you want me?”

  No, I didn't want him, but I was too much of a coward to tell him that. When I didn't respond, he lowered himself and started kissing me again, pulling my T-shirt away at the same time.

  “No, stop it. I'm not ready.” I squirmed and scuffled beneath him. He let go of me and I jumped off my bed.

  “You are just a teasing bitch!” he shouted, clenching his fists. His panting breath and the obvious bulk in his trousers gave me a horrible feeling inside. He roared and pulled my cabinet to the floor, everything fell over, all my boxes with jewelry and makeup. Then he sprang at me and smacked me in the mouth. Stunned, I lost my balance but didn't fall. For a second I had no idea what just happened, but then I looked at him and fear slid right through me. His eyes grew wider and scarier.

  “This is what you get for teasing me,” he spat out and then left before I could react or do anything. My face radiated with pain, and I stood in my room completely shocked. My boyfriend hit me because I refused to have sex with him. I couldn't quite get how this had happened.

  This wasn't the Christian that I knew. He lost his temper and did something that I’d only seen in films. He was toxic and acted like someone that I didn't recognize. I touched my cheek and tears welled in my eyes. I had seen him in rage before when he threw things and beat people up, but he’d never been violent towards me. Not until today.

  At that moment I knew that I had to end this before he could go too far, before he could destroy me. But I acted too late to change anything.

  Present

  Next week when I walk through the corridor to get to my lecture, at least dozen people are staring at me. Oliver keeps stirring the atmosphere, causing the disruption. Later on in the afternoon on my way to the library, I can feel that I'm still being watched. I don't talk to anyone, don't try to make friends in his territory. Instead, I spend a lot of time in the library, studying the cases for my Criminal law class or composing assignments. It's easy to blend in and not cause trouble. Alexander now treats me like he doesn't know me. He is under Oliver's spell and that’s fine for now. I'm not sad or angry. I accept what's happened. It's time to move on.