She had never felt so embarrassed in her entire life and for Kayla, the list was longer than anything else. For the one time she puked on someone's lawn and when she got confronted for it, she argued that it was water so it would be nutrient for the plants.
Nothing Oliver said registered in her brain as he taught. Her thighs were so sticky and what transpired between them didn't leave her mind. It kept replaying that they could have been caught. That someone could have walked in and everything would be ruined. Her entire life and her career hadn't even started. Shit, this was bad.
She couldn't risk her life for an escapade that would end in her being hurt.
Jack nudged Kayla's arm, "Hey, you okay? You seem so out of it."
"Oh, me? No. That's not the case. My mind is all over the place, nothing serious." She dismissed his worries and Jack nodded, turning back to focus on the class.
Jack tapped her again and she snapped her head to the side, wanting to speak but Oliver beat her to it. "Hastings, what's your answer?"
This man before her was the most despicable and hypocritical person she had ever met. How dare he ask her a question when she couldn't pay attention because of him!? The nerve!
"Can you repeat the question, professor?" She asked, humbly but Oliver shook his head disappointed scolding her so righteously that she almost barfed, "You need to be attentive in my class, Hastings. I don't know what's gotten into you today."
If murder wasn't a crime she would have pounced on him and cut out his tongue. Her left eye twitched.
The one hour thirty minutes class had to be the most painfully torturing experience she had gone through in her entire laugh and the joy that erupted in her body when the class was over was a chef's kiss to her.
As she packed her things, a figure loomed over her. She raised her head and saw it was the wicked witch of the West.
"What are you looking for, Reigna? Another two-day suspension?"
"You have such a filthy mouth, don't you, Kayla? You enjoy taunting people and hitting them where it hurts the most, isn't that right? You don't care about the consequences of your actions, do you?" The question after question took Kayla aback.
She stared at Reigna like she had two heads, "Are you alright? This is not the lecture hall for good character analysis, you're in the wrong room."
Reigna straightened her back, narrowing her eyes at Kayla, "You really don't remember." She shook her head, "Typical. I expected nothing less from the likes of you, but I want you to remember, Kayla."
"Remember what, you witch? Since you are clearly saying nonsense, step aside and let me pass. You are wasting my time, and in case you don't know, people do have good use of their time."
Reigna chuckled, "Remember that when everything comes crashing down you then realize everything you've done and I hope by the time you do, it will be too late."
Kayla's expression turned serious. When everything comes crashing down? "Are you threatening me, Reigna?"
"Threat, warning, call it whatever you want but know this, Kayla Hastings, you will pay, you and your blue-haired friend especially her!" Reigna smirked and clicked her tongue leaving Kayla unable to move.
What the fuck was that? What was Reigna on about? Then Louisa? What did Louisa ever do to her? What did she ever do to her? She could place her bet that she had never met her before or had she? Why did Reigna hate her for no reason?
Oliver saw this little interaction but didn't hear what they were saying only seeing Kayla's change in countenance and walked up to her. "What did she say to you?"
"It's nothing." She brushed him off, turning to leave but Oliver grabbed her wrist. "Did she do something to you, Hastings? Tell me what she did and I'll-"
"And you'll what, suspend her again?" she scoffed, "maybe this time you'll expel her." She yanked her away from his grip.
"Are you angry about that, Hastings? She hurt you and incited people to beat you up, and you expected me to keep quiet?"
"What is it to you? Isn't that what you've always wanted, to see me hurt? To burn me? She's carrying out your plans!" She tried to level her voice but everything was happening too fast.
His eyes darkened, clenching his jaw, and an emotion flickered in his whiskey eyes, "That's not my plan, Hastings. My plan is to wreck you, rule every inch of you, and make you mine. It's different."
Her lips curled in utter disgust, "You need help, Oliver. This is insane and mad! This, whatever this is," she pointed between them, "is unhealthy and sickening. I am not yours and I'll never be and let that sink into your skull. You are my professor, so don't blur the lines and jeopardize our careers for this twisted game you enjoy playing."
"Why do you think this is a game?"
"Because the things you keep saying and doing don't make sense. You buy things for me, you fucking bought a school for me, you do things for me that make me believe that you care but why would you care, we mean-"
"Say nothing, Hastings. Say we mean nothing to each other, I fucking dare you. I dare you to say, you don't like me touching you and those things I do for you it's because I actually care." His eyes pinned her down, as he articulated slowly, "Say you don't feel anything for me. Say. It. Hastings"
He wanted her to confess. He wanted her to be his just like he was already hers. 'Please Hastings, just say yes, you do.'
Her nails dug into her palm, unable to form words. Did she feel something for him? Did she care about him? She couldn't answer. That when she kissed Wyatt, she thought about him. She compared him to her ex time and time again. That everything he did for her would replay in her mind and her dreams.
She wanted to know everything about him. That talking to him was the easiest thing for her to do. Being with him scared her but comforted her at the same time. That she could turn into an utter mess and he would hold her together like he always did.
However, Oliver made her feel uncomfortable. Put her on edge with how he spoke. She wanted to be completely safe in his arms, not walking on eggshells wondering whether he would strangle her next or if he was just playing with her. Right now, she didn't need that.
In the end, she walked away from him without a word and the moment she did, she regretted it because the way Oliver looked so crushed broke her in ways she couldn't describe. It was for the best, she told herself. There could never be a world where both of them could be together, because they didn't like each other.
The rejection stung more than anything that Oliver had ever felt. For the first time, he thought he was his mother. Maybe that's why she walked away from him. Why she didn't want to be near him? It was because he was pushing her to insanity like his mother.
He was going too far. Stalking her, and putting cameras in her room weren't right and he knew that but he was obsessed with her but how would that make her feel? He wasn't a psychopath and he genuinely cared for her but this wasn't the way, like his therapist told him.
He was sick in the head and it repulsed him terribly.
"Kay, wait up!" Rosa yelled from behind her and she halted.
"Hey."
"Remember what I told you about the other day. That," she leaned in whispering, "that man?"
Kayla nodded. "He has been arrested because of how many girls he assaulted in the past and my boss was fired. Apparently, we got a new owner!"
"What!? Are you serious!?" Her eyes widened and Rosa hugged her.
"Thank you so much, Kay! You don't know what you've done for me and the other girls!" Rosa pulled away, tears forming in her eyes.
"I didn't do anything, Rosa. It was all Tyler's doing."
"But Tyler wouldn't have known if you hadn't told him! I am so lucky to have you as a friend! You are such an amazing person, Kayla! Thank you!" Kayla sniffed, blinking the tears away.
There was nothing Kayla wouldn't do for her friends. When she loved someone, she loved with her entire heart. She loved to a fault and that was something everyone could see from a mile away. One of the reasons Oliver liked her so much.
The way she loved was unreal.
"I'm just glad that you're okay, Rosa. I'm glad that nothing happened to you." Kayla couldn't help but wrap her arms around her. This made her entire day.
When she got home, she called Tyler to thank him.
"Hello, Tyler. It's me, Kayla Hastings."
"What's up?" He replied, coolly, twirling his pen between his fingers.
"I just wanted to say thank you for helping me with my friend, Rosa." She said sincerely.
"It seems like you're calling the wrong number, Hastings."
"Kayla. My name is Kayla." She corrected, disturbed by him calling her that. It didn't sound right in her ears. From Oliver's lips, it sounded so beautiful.
Tyler didn't care, "Whatever you say. The person you should thank is Oliver. He bought the bar and I'm not supposed to tell you this but I can't take credit for what I didn't do."
She almost dropped her phone to the ground. "Are you sure of what you're saying? Why would Oliver buy the bar?" His industry had nothing to do with this one. It made no sense for him to do so.
"I don't know, Kayla. Why don't you ask him? I have things to do." With that, he hung up.
Kayla didn't know what to say. Why would Oliver randomly do this? Unless…. The unless was so far stretched.
Did he hear about it and help her out? If it was so, her face didn't look right. She felt so awful, like a terrible person. She had treated him badly when all he ever did was help her.
Gosh, this was so confusing. She almost pulled her hair out in frustration.
"You're such a fool, Kayla! A big fool!" She jumped multiple times in anger and accidentally bumped into her bookshelf knocking down some books on her head.
"Fuck!" Kayla cried out in pain. "Ow!" She rubbed the spot, before picking up the books that fell to the floor. When she wanted to put them back in their place, she noticed something black and circular screwed to the inside of the shelf.
It was very tiny and as someone impatient, she would have never seen it.
"What the fuck is this?" She inspected it, brows furrowed.
A gasp escaped her lips. It couldn't be. It just couldn't be. It was a camera. Someone planted a camera in her room and the most terrifying part was that she knew who it was.