I've been laying in bed, replaying what happened in my head for hours now. I'm hurt and pissed, but mostly just confused. What could have changed his mood so drastically in a matter of seconds?

He's obviously attracted to me. He knows I'm attracted to him. It's clear now that we can't just be friends, so why is he fighting it so hard?

I march downstairs, deciding it's time to demand some answers. We were supposed to have dinner a while ago, but I don't think Oliver ever came out of his office anyways. I open his door again without knocking.

My confusion grows at the sight of the familiar brown hair and within seconds, so does my anger. Oliver and Lily turn to face me at the sound of the door opening. Lily smiles warmly at me as Oliver's expression falls.

"Hey, Cammie! It's been so long, how have you been?" She asks, genuinely excited to see me.

"I'm great, Lily. Just fucking great."

I turn on my heels and head out the front door before Oliver can stop me. My blood is boiling. I don't even know where to go, I just know there's no way in hell I'm staying in that house.

I can't go to my parents because my dad would actually end up killing Oliver if he suspected anything, and they're staying with Oliver's parents for the time being, so that leaves their house out, too.

I know Marley is working tonight, and suddenly, I have the perfect idea. I've been wanting to see her anyways and I know going out will piss him off, which is an added bonus. I practically run inside and head straight for the bar, the smell of smoke and greasy food greeting me like an old friend.

Marley's back is to me, her previously green hair now a vibrant red, so I sit at the end of the bar and wait patiently for her to finish up with her other customer. I scan the room and notice that Oliver does, in fact, have security posted at each exit.

It makes me feel at ease knowing that Marley is safe at work. Even if I am Jasper's main target right now, I know he'd hurt my family and friends without hesitation, if only to fuck with me for his amusement.

Still, even with all this protection, I feel more on edge than I anticipated being out of the house by myself.

A high-pitched scream alerts me to Marley's presence in front of me, so I turn to face her with an amused smirk.

"Can't you just say hi like a normal person? Why do you always have to be so fucking loud?" I laugh at her.

She pulls on my shoulders to hug me from across the bar- I wince a little as the motion tugs uncomfortably at my wound but I don't think she notices.

"So sorry I'm excited to see my best friend. You've been spending too much time with Oliver, he's making you all mean and bitter," she jokes.

She holds up a bottle of tequila and points to it, but I shake my head. I promised myself I wouldn't drink anymore to avoid my problems, and besides, it's probably best to stay sober just in case Jasper or one of his guys manages to slip through the guards.

She tosses a bottle of water at me instead and motions at the other bartender to take over as she comes around to sit next to me.

"Where have you been, Cam? Are you okay? I haven't heard from you since we went out a few weeks ago."

I turn to face her so that our knees are touching and she grips both of my hands in hers. There's concern written all over her face and it's one of the many reasons I love her. I've ghosted her for weeks and all she cares about is making sure that I'm okay.

I reach over to hug her again, resting my head on her shoulder. She wraps her arms around me lovingly and I sink into her. This is the kind of connection and support I've been needing since I got out of the hospital.

"I'm okay. I'm sorry I haven't reach out, things have just been a little... chaotic, to say the least," I mumble.

I want to tell her everything, to get it all off my chest and just finally have someone to talk to about all of this, but I can't. It's not safe for her, and the less she knows, the better.

I start to feel a pang of sympathy for Oliver- it must have been so isolating all these years, not being able to tell anyone about his day at work or the things he was up to- but I push those thoughts to the back of my mind.

He doesn't deserve my sympathy right now.

"Is everything else okay? You know, with Oliver and all that?"

"I don't know, ask Lily," I sneer, unable to contain the bitter remark.

"Wait, I thought he dumped her? She's been a pain in my ass, like a sad, lost little puppy since you've been back. Shit. I guess we can ask him ourselves," she remarks deviously.

I lift my head up and turn to the door. Sure enough, Oliver is standing there, staring straight at me, and fuck does he look pissed.