Under Your Spell // Oliver Sykes (ON HOLD)

Chapter 4.

Song of the day: Sticks and Bricks- A Day To Remember

*Monday*

I woke up to the sound of my alarm clock. It was already time to get up and get ready for school. I was not feeling it.  Maya finally returned some of my calls and I tried to make things right. She was upset cause of me and Oli spending so much time together.

Believe me, I don't want to spend anymore time with that asshole. But something has been feeling... off. Whenever he would text me, I would get this feeling in my stomach and I can't turn it off.

He came over yesterday to help with the project and he kept teasing me and I blushed. I don't get it. I. Hate. Him. But I can't get him out of my mind. We only had sex cause I was caught up in the moment, and so was he. We do NOT like each other.

I put on a pair of black leggings and my hoodie that said "go away" in big white letters. I slipped on my black vans, and skipped the makeup. I just let my hair be my natural wavyness today.

I walked downstairs and saw my mother eating a bagel. "Veronica, come here." I groaned and peeked my head around the corner. "What?" I asked slightly annoyed. She took a sip of her coffee.

"I don't want that boy Oliver here again. I don't want you talking to him or his disaster of a father." I rolled my eyes. "You know, you're no different. You and Oliver's father are much alike. You're both assholes!" I said with a smile.

Anger flashed in my mothers eyes and she walked towards me. I felt a sting as the back of her hand collided with my cheek. I fell to the floor and held my cheek and she leaned inches away from my face.

"Talk to me like that again, and it'll be the last thing you do." She said in a low voice. She backed away and threw my stuff at my feet. "Get the fuck out. And skip breakfast. You're looking a little big."

She returned to her coffee. Tears spilled out of my eyes and I ran out of there. I hate that bitch. I ran to my car and sat in the drivers seat. I let out a few sobs and I heard the door open. It was Oliver. He sat in the passengers seat.

I was not in the mood. "Oliver, I'm not in the mood for your shitty jokes." I said looking for my keys. He didn't say anything. Instead he reaches for my cheek and gently rubbed the red hand mark on my face. He had a pained look.

"Did she do this to you?" He whispered. I bit my bottom lip and nodded my head. He let out a big sigh and pulled his hair back. There was a bruise on his face. I gasped. "Holy shit. Did he do that to you?" He nodded.

"I saw what happened through your window. You don't deserve to be treated like that." He whispered. I tried to fight back my tears but they came out anyway. I was hurt. I put my hands on my face and sobbed.

Oliver gently rubbed my back and told me it was ok. Then I remembered I needed to pick up Maya and get to school. I quickly dried my tears and started up my car. I turned down Maya's street and she was already standing outside.

Her face immediately fell once she saw Oliver in the passengers seat. She looked at him then to me. She must've seen my puffy eyes, as well as remaining tears in me and Oliver's eyes because her face went from angry to concerned. She hopped in the back seat.

"What happened?" She finally asked. "I'll explain later." I mumbled. We pulled up to the school and Oliver went to his class. I pulled Maya aside where there weren't many people.

"We're you guys crying this morning?" I wanted to lie but I was tired of lying. I bit my lip and nodded my head. Maya looked a little uncomfortable. "Why?" I sighed and ran my fingers through my hair.