OLIVIA'S POV
I hummed along with song blasting from my headphones, blocking out everyone as I sat in the cafeteria…alone because Dante who had asked me to meet him up was being delayed at baseball practice.
The song was a new indie song I had found online and it was really good. It was a brief respite and escape from the world, so as not to feel the plague of not belonging in Wexford. I wouldn't say I was an outcast…yet. I just believed I hadn't found the group of people I could vibe with. This was not how I had expected my freshman year to be like though. I expected that I'd make friends easily as I did in Mexico. It had been a struggle here to connect with anyone or make friends. My standards were too high apparently. I was looking for Alicia in everyone.
SOPHIA'S POVThe rain had held me back. It was my fault for going over to Sebastian's place. “You know you can always skip a day,” He said smugly as he rested his head on his arm as he lay on the bed looking freshly fucked with that glow on his cheeks.I eyed him like he had two heads. “And do what?” I shot at him, “Lazily lay around like a bum? like you?” I jabbed.“Hey,” He replied with a serious expression on his face. He was never serious so he almost got me. Almost. His lip twitched then and I rolled my eyes, “Don’t be rude. I just gave you the best fuck of your life.”I snorted. “So you think you are the best I've had?” He had a confused expression on his face and he seemed to be scrolling in his head probably thinking of any stories I had told him of hot sexual encounters. I opened the blinds and as if it had been waiting for me, a clash of thunder and lightning at the same time struck, making me almost jump out of my skin.“Jesus!”“You’re the one insisting on going out.
DANTE'S POVIt was an honor.I couldn't deny that.When the team announced it after our game three days back, I was stunned. I was still getting over the fact that I was considered to be the next best pitcher to be put on the field in just a few short weeks and now…The house was packed with people I may or may not recognize, but my eyes were in search of one person.Unlike other girls that seemed to want to get my attention, it intrigued me that Olivia was the only one who did it for me. I was not impressed by their tactics or feverishly continuous attention and gestures.It was the sam
DANTE'S POVI was mortified when I dropped the call. I hadn't wanted to freak Olivia out, but I really was horrified that she too was experiencing strange occurrences. I ran my hand over my face in exasperation and with undisguised torment, dressed up to go meet Olivia.If it was Linda…God!That bitch had messed up with my mind so bad that I couldn't begin to think what I would do to her.But it couldn't be.She wouldn't fly all the way down here to be a thorn on both our flesh.Now that Olivia had confided in me, I would need to open up about the
LINDA'S POVBeing the hottest and most popular girl back then in high school hadn't come as it easily as it seemed.If you've read my accounts by now, you can tell that I can be very resilient, and courageous too—never batting an eyelid in the face of challenges.All I wanted in life, I got.No questions asked.I had not been that way in middle school at all. In fact, the charismatic, charming Linda Groban hadn't existed at all. Everything you see now, was made by me. I made myself who I wanted to be, even when the odds were not in my favour. .Back then I was this ugly fat kid who was always bullied by he
OLIVIA'S POVI came in earlier than others to take vocal warm up lessons. I was not in a happy mood these days, thanks to an obscene amount of letters that were piling in the file Dante had chosen. Sometimes I read them, sometimes I didn't.The threats had become a regular aspect of my daily life, much to my chagrin. It was always something blood curdling or heart wrenching in those pages. A sentence, or a paragraph, or a word.I was starting to feel like it would never end. Linda was not happy with how close Dante and I had gotten, but she didn't know that these messages were only drawing us closer.But it bogged my mind still… did she really travel down here to send me death threats?&nb
OLIVIA'S POVI was still shaken up as I read the latest letter from Linda. The threats were escalating, and this one was the most menacing yet. "Cut ties with Dante, or suffer a fate worse than death." It was ridiculous, of course - Dante was my stepbrother, and I had done nothing wrong. But the letter was meant to intimidate me, and sure enough, it was working.I made sure to always show the letters to Dante, "I know you said you didn't want to, but I believe the police can handle this better than we can. We need to go to the police," he said, his voice firm. "It really is getting out of hand."I sighed and nodded in agreement. We had tried to handle it on our own, but it was clear that Linda was not going to stop. We needed help.
DANTE'S POVI sat still in my baseball locker room, staring at the space in front of me. I was trying to come up with a plan to stop Linda once and for all. She had been terrorizing Olivia for weeks now, and I was determined to put an end to it.I had not been able to pay attention much with all that had been going on. Olivia in the hospital, quarter finals coming up and the thread of lies I had to keep telling our parents when they couldn't reach Olivia.Then, an idea came to me. I would send Linda a message, agreeing to date her, but only if she left Olivia alone. It was a ruse, of course. I had no intention of actually dating her, but I hoped it would be enough to lure her out of hiding. I knew Olivia would be against the idea of me sacrificing myself, so she wouldn't be hurt but I had no choice. Landon had been in touch an
OLIVIA'S POV“Is this seat taken?” Mark asked, then without waiting for a response, sat beside me.“Uh…sure.” I replied a few seconds too late.Things had been going well at my club and even though I was now officially the nerd flock, I couldn't care less. We had auditioned a few recruits last week and one of them in particular, had stood out from the rest. Mark Styles. He had charmed the socks off Mrs Shelly and the entire club. He didn't seem like the kind you would find in a college glee club, yet there he was. He didn't seem like the kind who would be remotely interested in me, but surprisingly, he was.He smiled at me as we watched Sophia and Diana sing a deconstructed version of “The boy is mine”. I blushed under his gaze and averted my eyes. “Have you gone through the set list?” He asked looking through some papers.“What?”He stared at me meaningfully and repeated, “The set list?”“Oh…yeah! I have…”He smiled brightly, “Isn’t it amazing that we were both paired to take two d