Chapter forty seven
**Oliver West**
My face burned as I recalled that humiliating day, wasn't he the one who ruined my clothes?
"I didn't like it." He continued in the same dark frightening voice as his hands came up to brace against the lockers on either side of my head, caging me in.
"I didn't like the way people looked at you. Did that bastard tell you to wear that?"
Bastard?
Who… William?
I opened my mouth to defend my best friend, but the unmistakable jealousy in his voice was raw, almost violent in its intensity. And scaring the hell out of me.
Why was he acting like this?
Like he was my… boyfriend for real?!
Heath's words flashed in my mind spreading dread through my heart like crawling webs.
I was used to Kieran's hate. I couldn't handle it, but it was what I've known.
But this…
I can't. I really can't. It was simply too much for everything within me to process.
