Always Mine {Book 3}| Completed

Chapter 26

                          E M M A    POV:

When I parked my car into the driveway in my usual parking spot, I had just felt the sudden anxiety take over my whole body like I was being possessed. But I kept thinking in my head and worrying about what today will bring me when I go inside there. But all I want is to be liked and not judged. And I see the way the others look at me, they look at me like I'm nobody and that I don't fit in and don't belong here.

I watched a few cars coming inside the parking garage, but I just remained in silence, hoping that I can actually get past this and get inside, go to class and avoid Oliver at all costs. And I know that boys will be boys. I was taught that when I was five when I cried over a boy who was so mean to me when I was in kindergarten and I remember my mom kept telling me that boys are aliens, and they will one day grow to realize how stupid they can be. And that's why I think Oliver has never been nice, ever. He's mean. I think he's always been this way.

Obviously I know a few things about him from ugly gossipers. Starting with plus one, his dad died of cancer when he was fourteen. And it's funny because whenever I enter the room he looks at me like I'm competition. And worse is I see him stalking my TikTok account and he literally once had to comment a vomiting emoji at a video I posted where I spoke deliberately on why I find myself beautiful and confident. It was a quick video, it was a last minute thing. It was the night I was heading out on a girls night with Victoria. I was wearing a leopard dress that was tight and so close on me, showing my curves off. But I wore a black leather jacket, wore my straight hair in a ponytail, and my makeup was fine but my cheeks were rosy as ever along with the manicure I had on.

But my point is... that Oliver was making a point of how cruel and mean he truly was. And I just can't imagine still, why he has the right to act like I'm some dumb person. He bullies me with his words or just with anything that's a last second thought on his mind. His TikTok is filled with his stupid lame guy friends on yachts and boats drinking or in living rooms doing stupid dances and of course they all look like frat boys that bring home girls to have sex with. And I'm aware that they throw parties there. And I literally cannot even breathe when I see Oliver, at all period. Oliver bullies me in class or on social media. I thought Amber Glossy was a bully back when I was in high school. But now I take it back, she was kind enough not to cyber bully me.

I know that I do have no reason to be worrying about seeing Oliver possibly throw a water bottle at me if he sees me. He drives a white convertible Buick. And still, he thinks he's better than me. He obviously is just so cruel that I know when I get inside and I see him, he will definitely try to kill me. But I just breathe, forgetting the whole milkshake incident on how he had literally purposely thrown his milkshake at me during lunch and he saw me over talking to Moon and immediately he smirked like he had the worst idea in his head and he just threw his milkshake at me which was all over my scrubs all over the front.

And I know that boys will be boys. So I haven't cried over this in the month I've been starting. It's almost been a month, and still, Oliver wins like he always does and I can't stand how I have to walk in like anything he does doesn't bother me when that's all it does. I'm not in competition with anyone. I haven't been with anyone. Not even my former friend, Peach. I could be. But there's no competition with her or anyone. I guess I did with April but we buried the hatchet a while ago. We're good now and no bad blood now. And I feel better than ever. But what I feel now is hatred from Oliver and I'm feeling it energetically before even getting out of my car.

   I sighed, unbuckling and I look in my mirror, trying to get a good look at myself and hoping that I don't look like shit. I stare at my brown eyes, terrified. And immediately I have no idea what I'm actually going to do if Oliver tries anything when I enter inside. But I stare my eyes away, and immediately I feel ready because I nod to myself and I tell myself to stop worrying to let's go. But before I can try anything... my phone starts to ring and I jump by being startled. And right away, I go in for my phone, grabbing it and I look down at it to see it is my dad.