The weeks pass by and everything is slowly falling into place. I attend my classes and rowing training not thinking about the fact that I’m a target. I’m aware that Oliver hasn’t abandoned his cruel game. He still wants to get rid of me. Dora spends a lot of time in Jacob’s house that he shares with Oliver and a few other guys. When we have a chance to see each other she gives me a full report on what is going on up there. Only last week she mentioned that she saw at least three girls leaving Oliver’s bedroom in the space of a few days. Mackenzie was the one that left his room more often than the others.
Whenever Dora mentions him and who he is sleeping with my gut twists with jealousy. I don’t even know why I care about those girls. They have him and they own him. He is my dark past. He is the shadow of his brother, no matter how much he’s changed.
October passes and nothing has happened since that day in the canteen when Oliver ruined my food. I don’t see him that often and when I do, he treats me like I don’t exist. I tend not to notice him, but sometimes I feel like he is watching me, waiting for any moment of distraction.
I stayed and he doesn’t seem to be bothered, but deep down I know that he is planning something. Christian was perfect in everyone’s eyes, but I saw his dark side, his sadistic games and twisted thoughts. I understood him on much deeper lever than anyone else ever had, that’s why he chose that time in the party to show me his true self. The pain that he caused shredded my soul and it still does. Bullying Oliver helped me to deal with the nightmare. If I made him miserable, I felt healed.
Rowing training is going well. In the past week I started seeing Oliver more than I would want because he keeps picking up Mackenzie just after the session. Every time they leave she gives me a smile as if she wants to show me that he is hers.
I beat her a few times, but she is much fitter than me. I don’t know what I’m trying to prove to myself. That I’m better than her? That Oliver would change his mind and he would look at me the way he is looking at her? He will never forget what I did to him, and he would never choose me.