Waves at once

Chapter 14

Red

I was talking to Hunter and Andrew by my locker, getting ready to go to my french class when Oliver approached me. Everything in my body told me that today wasn't going to a good day. From the moment I woke up I knew D-day had arrived, I just didn't know what D-day entailed of.

"We need to talk" He interrupts the conversation and I pull an unimpressed face, he's never this rude "Now" he snaps and my eyes go wide as I quickly gather myself

"Hello to you too, Oliver" Andrew jokes and Oliver simply glares at him while he waits for me to get my things .And before I could say another word Olly slams my locker door shut, making me jump up in fear. My hands were shaking and I knew we were about to get into a massive, massive fight, one that I wasn't mentally prepared to deal with.

"I said ,now" Oliver snaps as he grabs my wrist and tugs me away

"Dude don't treat her like that" Hunter snaps. Oliver stops in his tracks and drops my wrist which I immediately bring to my face as I watched the redness slowly began to fade away. He turns to watch Hunter. There's an insatiable flame that dances in his eyes and I knew I was the cause of it.

"Don't you ever tell me how to treat my fucking girlfriend" He raises his voice, the hallway begins to quiet down as everyone's watching the show that has just begun. Hunter clenches his jaw as his face begins to go red with anger.

"I'm just saying, you could at least act like a gentleman" He mutters lowly. Oliver stops and turns back to me, and when I looked into his eyes, all I saw was red, but what scared me the most was that, there was an undertone of complete and utter darkness that laced his eyes.

"That. That!" His voice raises in a way I've never heard. His face was red and I could see steam leaving his ears "You of all fucking people, you're treating me like shit because you want that!"He points aggressively at Hunter. My face is red from embarrassment as I've noticed everyone's watching us now.

"Baby, let's talk-"

"No, I'm not you're fucking baby. Who the fuck do you think you are?! Don't fucking speak to me like that! you're despicable Juliet. I honestly can't believe you" I was so confused. He was screaming at me for no apparent reason. "You've been putting me through hell and back and then you sit there and entertain him as if you're a fucking whore. Jesus Christ Juliet, what has gotten into you. No wonder I can't stand being around you these days. You're just a piece of shit!" Tears were beginning to fill my eyes and I didn't understand why I was being shouted at

"Oliver, can you calm down for a second" I try to reach for his arm but take a step away from me.

"Don't fucking touch me!"He snaps, raising his hands up.

"What has gotten into you" I whisper and he blinks profusely as he begins chuckling. I notice his hand shaking as veins began to pop out through his neck.

"I told you I didn't trust him, I told you how it made me felt, yet you go and snuggle up to him. You have real nerve talking about how angry it makes you knowing I cheated and all that other bullshit , yet you do it right in front of my face, as if I'm fucking blind- Honestly Juliet, you're a fucking hypocrite" Oliver was right up in my face looking me dead in the eye. Tears slowly began streaming down my face but that didn't seem to bother him at all "Don't you dare fucking cry, you brought this upon yourself "He shouted , he was so close I flinched as the words left his mouth "You fucking did his to yourself, do you think that I'm a fucking idiot Julie?!"

I kept quiet.

"I asked you a fucking question" He yelled and I bit down on my lip trying to stop the sobs from coming out, I looked down at my shoes while I shake my head knowing that I would face harsher repercussions if I didn't respond.

"Then why the fuck do you treat me like one?" he yells

"Oliver, I don't know what you're on about" I sob "Please stop shouting at me"

"I tried everything Juliet, Everything. I know I fucked up in Paris but I tried to talk to you, I tried to make it up to you and you just ignored me. I'm always trying because you're always angry at me. You get moody for no fucking reasons and suddenly it's my fucking fault and I'm the fucking bad boyfriend. You wouldn't even touch me that night in Paris" I couldn't even look at him, my heart was shattered as I cried to myself keeping my eye closed, praying this was some sort of twisted dream, that this wasn't actually happening.

"Oliver can you leave her alone, you've ripped her enough" Ellie storms out, her face as red as his. She immediately embraces me in a hug and I cry into her chest. Oliver doesn't say a word but rather just stares at me.

"Oliver can you just leave me alone" I mutter and I finally look up at him again. Tears are spilling down my face and he watches me for a moment as an array of emotions fill his face.

"Sure thing Juliet"He says and as if on cue the bell rings and everyone rushes off to class as he stares at me for one more moment before walking off.

I didn't even have time to go to the bathroom to wash my face

"Juliet, go home"Ellie tries to convince me

"I need to go to these classes" I shake my head trying to wipe away the tears and I began walking to my french class. My face was hot and I knew as a fact my eyes were still red. I walk through the doors of the class and everyone goes silent and they are a me. I freeze for a moment and quickly rush to take a seat next to Mason.

"What ticked him off?" I ask quietly as the teacher begins the lesson and Mason glances at me nervously

"um, photo's... of you and Hunter yesterday, in the courtyard have been circulating. Y'know Oliver the jealous type and you and Hunter were very close in those picks, so it blew his top off" he whispers as he writes down a few notes

"what photo's?" I ask furrowing my eyebrow

"I sent them to you earlier today, maybe like, twenty minutes before Olly lost his shit" He says and I nod as I quickly look down at my phone. I had been ignoring all my messages today so I'm not surprised I missed the text. And there they were. A photo of when Hunter was holding the ends of the scarf starring intensely at me, another of me fixing his tie. And last but not least , when he's arm was on the back of the bench and for some god forsake reason, the picture caught me admiring his blue eyes.

"Fuck" I mutter softly to myself as I quickly put my phone away.

Fuck, fuck, fuck