𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐘 𝐁𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒 ʲᵃᶜᵏ ʰᵘᵍʰᵉˢ

22

After the show, Olive was at an all time high, bouncing with more adrenaline than she ever had before. She finally understood the way Mark felt when getting off the ice after a win, how if felt to have a crowd cheer for her. It was incredible, thrilling, intoxicating even.

The guys met her outside the tent, all cheering the way they had during the entire set. They made sure to worm their way to the front, pressing against the gate. Each time she had felt the slightest bit of anxiety while performing she found herself looking to them, taking in the smiles on their faces.

"That was fucking amazing!" Mark was the first one to her, lifting her in his arms as she let out a laugh for the millionth time that night.

"I'm literally buzzing! Like—" Olive pulled away to show him her shaking hands. She looked past Mark, seeing Jack smiling proudly at her, "Jack!" She squealed, racing over to him until she was leaping into his arms.

"You did so good, I—" Olive didn't care to listen to the rest, doing what she'd wanted to do since she first spotted him in the crowd. She kissed him, legs wrapped around his torso, an arm over his shoulder, creating as little space as she possibly could between them.

She didn't care that everyone was watching them, all she cared was that she finally understood how she felt about Jack. How badly she was starting to fall for him. They weren't alike in any way, complete opposites actually, but they got each other and that was enough.

"Jack.." Olive broke the kiss, "will you be my boyfriend?"

He seemed surprised, but the answer fumbled out of his mouth at lightning speed, "yes, oh my god." She let out another (in her opinion, obnoxious) giggle, kissing him once more.

"Did we just witness history?" Dylan spoke up, reminding her that they were not alone.

"Olive asking someone to be her boyfriend is definitely one for the books."

—

"Liv!" Olive shoved the last of her equipment into the van, turning back with a cold stare. "Babe—"

"You can't call me that." Olive spat out, closing the doors and tossing him the keys. "Like ever, again." She wanted to make it clear to him where they stood, though he hadn't taken the hint yet.

"Olive, I'm sorry, okay?" If she were stupid she may have thought him to be genuine. "You know I love you and I would never intentionally hurt you." Cameron's words were like a smack in the face, so fake she couldn't bare to listen to him.

"All the shits in the van. Have a nice night." She muttered, turning to leave. She couldn't though, not as his hand took her wrist, drawing her back towards him.

"Fucking listen to me." The sweet tone was gone, now harsh and demanding. He wasn't letting her go without a fight and she knew that.

"It's the same thing over and over, Cam. You apologize, I forgive you, then you do it again. A year I have put up with this, a year I have been convinced that you actually cared about me and—"

"A year you have fucked every guy except me." She laughed, a loud, pained and angry laugh.

"You're fucking stupid! The only guy I've ever gotten close to having sex with was you!" She retorted, pulling against his grip that seemed to get tighter.

"You're such a fucking—"

"What? Prude? Slut? Whore? Bitch? What name do you have for me now?" As scared as she was, she couldn't help but fight back.

"Got such a mouth on you, don't you?" The look in his eyes was terrifying and new. She squirmed, backed into the van with his hold getting stronger.

"Cameron, please just—"

"Shut the fuck up."

Mark offered to come with her, she told him no, that she could get the equipment in without a problem. Yet, she was regretting that, all she wanted now was for Mark or Jack or anyone to be at her side. She was so scared, tears pooled her eyes, his hand covering her mouth as he continued to spit insults in her face.

"You were mine first and—" his hold was stripped away as she watched him hit the ground. A much bigger blond now on top of him.

She felt arms around her as she collapsed, a cry leaving her mouth. She could barely make out the punches thrown, but could hear each time the knuckles collided with Cameron.

"Ethan! That's enough!" Olive shook as she realized who was holding her.

"Kas, I swear I'm gonna—"

"E, you're scaring her." Kassie cried out, her brother was now over a nearly unconscious Cameron. It wasn't Ethan's anger that scared Olive though, it was the possibility of what would've happened to her if he hadn't shown up.

"Shit. Ollie, are you okay?" Ethan crouched beside her, wiping her tears as she nodded. "He didn't hurt you too bad, right?" She shook her head, barely able to get out the words.

"Found them!" The three turned to see their friends, all with smiles, unknowing to what had happened.

"This place is so hard to navigate in the—" Mark stopped, seeing the tears staining Olive's face, his eyes slowly wandering over to Cameron who didn't dare move from the ground. "What happened?" She saw the anger in his eyes and didn't dare answer him.

"We need to go, alright?" Kassie said, Olive wiped her tears fast, escaping Kassie's arms and went straight for the blond in front of her.

Jack had left already, having a golf tournament early in the morning. So, Olive seeked comfort in her best friend, who was seemingly to eager to give it back. Mark held her close, watching Cameron who stayed on the gravel as he guided her away.

Olive was silent through it all, holding onto Mark as they got into the backseat of Kassie's car. She didn't say a thing during the drive, shaking with each thought. Mark's hand had kept her at ease, softly rubbing circles into her back, cohearsing her to sleep.

She woke up later, feeling arms around her but she was still clung to Mark. Assuming it was Ethan, she let it happen. Her eyes opened slowly, but she wasn't met with Ethan as they opened.

"Hi, baby." She let out a cry at his soft voice, holding tighter to him.

"Jacky, I-I-"

"Shh, it's okay. Mark texted me and we thought it was best if you came and stayed here for the night. Thats okay, right?" She nodded against his chest, holding onto him in seek of comfort. Jack was warm and yeah, Mark had helped but he wasn't her boyfriend, he wasn't the boy she was slowly letting herself fall for.

Knowing she was getting to sleep beside him tonight, be safe in his arms had allowed her to fall back to sleep the second they hit the bed.