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

by Joanna Mazurkiewicz

  “Come on, stop it. I know I deserve it, but—”

  Then something else, or rather someone else, catches my eye. The guy a few tables away from us holds a mobile phone. He looks like he’s taking my picture. I move my eyes to his face and then I recognise him. It’s Oliver’s teammate, the same one he shoved against the wall after our cinema date.

  I turn to look at Oliver, who isn’t smiling anymore, and all of a sudden it hits me. He is perfectly serious. He has been planning this dinner for a long time. I gave him my soul and tonight I was planning to give him my body, and now he just threw my love for him back in my face.

  Oliver’s eyes narrow and I feel someone next to me. It’s that guy, his mate, still holding a mobile phone. He is recording my misery.

  “Smile, you’re on video.”

  I look back at Oliver, who seems to be annoyed and shocked seeing his mate in front of me.

  “Oliver, this is not you. I thought—”

  “What? That I couldn’t get away with this? No, India, it’s not that simple.”

  I stare blankly, feeling like I’m being swept away by the terror of a storm.

  “You couldn’t have thought I could actually go out with you. And I’m going to share another little secret with you. I’ve just won another bet. Getting you to like me again. It worked, didn’t it?”

  I get up and push away the guy with the mobile phone, swallowing back my tears.

  Grief, shock, and terror break over me, and suddenly I think I’m going to faint.

  I don’t care that people stare at me in the restaurant, because at this moment, Oliver is dead to me. Dizziness heats me like warm, sticky air in the summer, and I hurry away and storm out of the restaurant.

  Oliver has just proven to me that he was never planning to forgive me. He was playing with me all this time. I feel like he ripped my heart out of my chest and tossed it across the ground. Then I remember the video.

  His mate was recording our whole conversation. I hurry to a taxi, feeling empty. That hollow feeling stays in my chest; grief slowly consumes me.

  Then I remember Russell’s words: “You will thank me for this one day.”

  God, did he know all this time what Oliver was doing? Maybe he only suspected it. What about Dora and Jacob?

  Then another wall hits me.

  “The letters,” I whisper to myself. Oliver will get my letters.

  I jump into the taxi and tell the driver to just drive. I can’t hold my tears any longer. He broke me, leading me to believe our love was real.

  No one could be that cruel, but now he showed me that he never got over the pain and humiliation I caused.

  As I stare out the window, the pain doesn’t go away. It increases with every heartbeat, with every breath I take.

  I expect this video to be online soon. Then people will share it, and I probably can never show my face in Braxton again.

  I should have never listened to my instincts. I remember his words now. I was in control once, but now he got the payback.

  Now I understand that my past and Oliver are over. My secret doesn’t matter anymore because Oliver destroyed our love. We had that one chance, but he ruined it.

  I’m on my own. My heart doesn’t belong to me, and it’s time to bury Oliver away because I never, ever want to look at him again.

  All About Me (Love & Hate series #2)

  Chapter One

  Too little, too late

  Present

  Furious rain falls down from the sky, large drops of water running over my skin, soaking me like deep, hollow darkness. I look up at the black sky, opening my eyes wide until the rain hurts me, and I blink a few times. Every drop is like a needle, piercing slowly through my skin, releasing the sourness of my unsteady emotions, as my pounding heart rages in pain like an open wound in my chest. This isn’t how I should be feeling right now, especially after what I’ve just done.

  These dark, crude emotions are mounting inside me fast, breaking me slowly into a million painful pieces.

  Fuck!

  This was all supposed to go away as soon as I dropped all the pretence about how I felt around her.

  Now I’m tainted, ruined and lost. The pressure in my chest eases off a little when I think about what I’ve done to her, imagining her in front of me again. She hurt me and humiliated me, but this whole payback was supposed to be sweet. Instead, I feel like heavy pieces of glass have fallen on my shoulders. In the past few weeks, during every minute and second together, my life had finally started making sense. Each morning I felt happier because I was going to see her smile. Each day, I kept distancing myself from my plans: the bet and the pressure that kept blinding my fucked-up heart.

  Her deep, raw pain eased everything, but only for a moment. I was furious with myself that she pushed me to become that sad fucker. She arrived in my new life, expecting me to behave like I was the same person I was back in high school, the same weak and pathetic Oliver Morgan. She showed me that she cared and that I could forgive her. Then, as the days passed, I began forming my revenge, planning it from the moment I left Gargle. I almost didn’t go through with it because I felt loved by her.

  Now I stand outside the restaurant soaked right through, clenching my fists with rage and dissatisfaction. I humiliated India, pushed her to feel what she made me feel all those years ago, and I got nothing from it. I told Sam not to show up, that I’d changed my mind, but he did anyway. That video that he recorded is probably already online by now, all over Facebook, Twitter and YouTube. As we sat down for dinner, I had this whole speech prepared in my head. Throughout the weeks she’d been showing me that she had moved on, and maybe I should have done the same. I had fallen in love with her all over again. When she came to me wanting to start over, I pushed my revenge to the back of my mind, not realizing that the boys were determined to go through with the plan. This new emotion scared the hell out of me. Her touch, her look, and just her being there brought up emotions that I never thought I was capable of feeling.

  Then she mentioned my dead brother, and the whole charm burst. My ego pushed me to go ahead and just crush her.

  Right now, all I can think about are those three words that passed through her mouth not so long ago:

  “I love you.”

  I didn’t expect to her to say it, but those three words hit me like a storm, unexpected, howling right through me. The arrogant, cruel side won and I hurt her. I loved her then and I love her now, but I was so overcome by anger as soon she mentioned my golden brother that the need to be cruel to her won. Then Sam showed up and I couldn’t take anything back.

  Before I even know what is happening, my whole body starts to tremble incessantly. People in the restaurant are probably staring out the window at me, the freak who upset his girlfriend. My clothes are wet and the water rushes over my body like a river. I can’t move.

  A few more minutes pass and the numbness pushes me forward. I take a few steps before I start running. Guilt spreads inside me faster than I spread rumours about India. The hollow darkness drives me back to her. All of a sudden, I don’t want her to go and disappear from my life. Maybe there is still time to change things, to fix it, to tell her that I’m in love with her. When I stop to catch my breath, my own self laughs at me.

  What do you think you can fix, you prat? You told her that you never wanted her, you just wanted to see if she could fall in love with you, says my dark side, the arrogant one.

  She loves me and if I apolog—

  My other internal voice cuts me off, saying, Don’t be a fucking moron, Oliver. Now India despises you for what you’ve done. She won’t even look at you.

  Fuck, I’m so messed up. Good, precious moments together mount in front of my eyes. My sweet revenge doesn’t want me to continue living like that anymore. India was there for me when my father passed. She helped me to overcome my anger, and I threw everything back in her face. I fucked up because I was too immature to see that happiness was in front of me.

  Breath
ing hard and wheezing, I run through Braxton, heading towards campus. She is probably at home, swearing and calling me the biggest prick on this planet. My brother was a douche and it hits me that India probably thinks that I’m just like him. He was cold, emotionally shut down. He used to prey on people’s feelings, manipulating them for his own good, and a moment ago I acted just like him.

  The rain continues to pour down from the sky. Thick and pounding water soaks my skin, increasing my regret for what I’ve done to the only girl that means anything to me. The streets of Braxton seem deserted, as if the rain is poisonous and people know that it’s safer to stay indoors. I reach the university village in record time, breathing fast. My chest burns as I run towards the students’ apartments. I nearly fall down by the entrance, swearing loudly under my heavy breaths.

  India has to understand that I wasn’t thinking straight, that I didn’t think before I reacted. She would know that it was just a momentary impulse. I’m an arse. If she would let me explain that I had fallen in love with her all over again, maybe we can straighten things between us. My feet thump loudly as I hurry up the stairs, taking two steps at a time. I didn’t drink during dinner, observing India, watching how nervous she was, trying to come to terms with my own feelings. The reality of what I’ve done spins me out of control as I stand in front of India’s apartment.

  “Dora, open up! I need to talk to India!” I roar, banging my fists into their front door. My heart thumps so hard behind my rib cage, it feels like it could easily explode.

  Then the door opens and Jacob stands in the entrance staring at me with this silly grin on his face. “What’s up, man? What’s the score with all the banging?”

  I shove him to the side and barge inside, searching for India. The boys and I live on the other side of town in shared housing, partying when we can and living like we want to, but India is in her first year, so the girls went for the safer option in student housing.

  Jacob shuts the door behind him when Dora, India’s best friend, steps into the living room with only a towel around her body. I think I caught her in a very wrong moment.

  “Oliver, what the hell are you doing here? I thought you guys were staying in your place tonight?”

  “So she hasn’t come home yet?”

  Dora frowns, glaring at me in confusion. Jacob approaches me. He is my best mate, but he was unaware of my vicious plan. Dora pulls her wet hair away from her face, narrowing her sexy eyes on me. She can be mean if she wants to, but it was India who had power over me back in high school.

  “No, India isn’t here,” Jacob mutters.

  “Oliver! What did you do this time to my girl?”

  Those two are expecting me to explain, but I don’t think I want to waste my time talking to them. The raw, clenching feeling in my stomach is tearing my insides. I need to find India, tell her that I made a stupid mistake. I crack my knuckles, working out my jaw.

  “I messed up, Dora, really bad. I fucked up everything and I was supposed to feel better for it, but—”

  “What the fuck are you talking about, Oliver?”

  So many fucking questions and the time is running out. I push my hands over my neck, pacing around the room, breathing hard. I can feel their eyes on me as the tension starts getting to me, prying my skin away.

  “She pissed me off… oh God … she started talking about some crap from the past, so I got pissed off and went ahead with my own old plan that I ditched a while ago. Some guys wanted to see if she would be silly enough to fall for me. It was a stupid bet that I didn’t really plan to go through with in the first place.”

  Dora goes pale in an instant, staring at me like she is seeing me for the first time in her life. Her eyes pop open, her chest starts to rise and fall rapidly. I run back to the window and look outside, but the darkness has shaded the streets and the thick rain continues to fall.

  “You bet over India, made her believe that you had forgiven her, only to break up with her in the end? Is that what you’re telling me happened tonight?” Dora asks in a barely audible voice.

  I clench my fists so tight that I nearly crush my bones, breathing hard, hoping that at any minute India will walk through the door, so I can fix everything. When Dora puts it this way, I sound like a complete nut job.

  “Yeah, Dora, that’s what happened. I thought that Sam wouldn’t show tonight, but he was there, recording everything.’

  I have no idea why I’m shouting at Dora. It’s not her fault that my temper pushed me to go through with this stupid bet. In the beginning of the year, the boys were already counting the money they could get. They were pretty fucking sure I would fail. India said that she loved me and I laughed at her, pretending that her words didn’t matter to me.

  Dora’s face falls as she looks at me with so much hatred in her eyes that her glare could burn bridges.

  “Jacob,” she says quietly, her face turning red. “Punch him for me, really, really hard; right now!”

  I shake my head, laughing silently, knowing that Jacob wouldn’t touch me. I’ve rescued him from all sorts of shit. I’m so absorbed with thoughts about India that I don’t see him coming from behind me, sending a swift punch to my face. It happens so fast I have no time to react. His punch sends me down to the ground, splitting my lip and taking me by a hell of a surprise. My mind spins until I register the sharp pain.

  “Sorry, man, you deserved it,” he states, massaging his fists. I glare back at him, lifting myself off the floor. Dora looks furious, like she is just about to throw herself on me with her nails and scratch my face until I can’t move anymore.

  My breathing is shallow; I taste blood in my mouth. Jacob is my mate, so I can’t believe that he hit me. Swallowing hard, I get up, knowing that he is right. I deserved it because of what I’ve done to India, and it makes me sick.

  “Get the fuck out of my apartment! And if something happens to India, I swear to God I’ll make your life more miserable than it was in high school. I’ll make sure that you regret it for the rest of your life.”

  Dora is more than pissed. I don’t understand how such a small person can radiate so much hate. Jacob is avoiding my eyes now, looking away. My chest heaves with hot guilt as I reach for my bloody lip. The pain means nothing to me. I know that I have to fix this somehow. Now everyone thinks that I’m just the fucked-up bloke who couldn’t get over his desire for revenge, who was too immature to come to his senses.

  I don’t say anything when I leave, and I think that’s for the best. Outside I realise that I’m wet; water drips down my hair, mixing with blood. Jacob battered my face. I can’t believe that I’m so fucked-up. Instead of going home like I am supposed to, I hurry outside and sprint across the campus. Sam used his talent to record India’s love for me. For a short moment in the restaurant, I wanted and needed payback, and it blinded me. She told me that she loved me and I threw it back in her face because, in front of my eyes, all I could see was her and my prick dead brother in bed together. India and I had it all figured out, but Christian made sure that I wouldn’t make it in time. This bastard knew all along that I was planning to snatch his girl away. And she had sex with him, despite what she felt for me.

  It is still raining and my legs are completely numb. I pray deep down that Sam hasn’t posted that video yet. India hasn’t come home yet and I’m worried about her. She wouldn’t hurt herself—she isn’t weak—but what I’ve done to her could break anyone. There is no one in Sam’s house. The boys are probably still out and that fucking film is a makeit-or-break-it thing. Sam can have the money. Now none of this matters, because India won’t forgive me.

  I waste some valuable time outside Sam’s home, and then I head towards my own neighbourhood. My lip is still bleeding, and I think that Jacob should have beaten me up to the point where I couldn’t get up. Then, maybe, I’d have gained some kind of relief. India now bears all my old insecurities. Right now, everyone thinks that I’m the tough guy that can have any girl he wants, but as soon as I saw her this
year, my old fucked-up childhood was out in the open.

  I made this all about me, all about my hatred and what she’d done to me in high school. Right now I also hate myself because she is gone.

  Chapter Two

  Another punch.

  Present, India

  I feel like I’m drowning and my head is about to explode. He didn’t really do that to me, he didn’t humiliate me in the worst possible way, just because he couldn’t let go of his fucked up past?

  The whole thing seems like a crazy, gut wrenching nightmare that keeps coming back every night.

  For a few weeks I was happy, dancing in my room imagining what the future would hold for the both of us.

  CRUSH!

  There is no future, nothing to look forward to, just plain deep gloom.

  I’m running ahead not looking back, tears are rolling over my cheeks, pain, deep and sharp is cutting through my lungs and heart.

  Oliver’s laugh rings in my head, pain moves down to my stomach, spreading to every pore; every joint and I can’t take this anymore.

  I’ve just won another bet. Getting you to like me again. It worked, didn’t it?”

  I will always remember his words, the look on his face when he said it. Dora and everyone else had been right about him. He had never loved me, never cared for me and I’ve fallen into another trap.

  I run for a while, no matter where, no matter for how long. I want to get away from the places that remind me of him, the faces that are mocking me.

  That bastard is probably laughing at me right now with his mates, enjoying his video. Jacob must have known what Oliver was planning.

  Going back to the apartment is out of the question. I’m soaked from head to toe; my heart is in my throat, burning with pain and hatred. I stop for a second, look left and right at the empty street. I don’t recognise the buildings, the roads or the cars. It’s like the world I know has disappeared and nothing is the same anymore.