RUNNER ━━━━ stiles stilinski. ¹

14

{1.4}

"The Scott Trials"

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"You're depressed. I can see it in your eyes." 

 "Then stop looking at my eyes." 

 Stiles rolled his eyes as he struggled to keep up with Oliver's long strides as he sauntered through the hallways. The boy had been abnormally quiet for the past few days, and to say that it was beginning to freak Stiles out is an understatement. 

"Dude, smile for me-"

 "I'll hit you with a bus." 

 "Would that bring you joy?" 

 "Yes." 

 "Wow, okay." 

 They walked in silence, Stiles taking obvious note of how much his friend's shoulders tensed when he passed Katrin, who didn't make any move to speak with them, just glared from the corner of her eye as she talked to her friends. Once they were at Ollie's locker, Stiles slapped his arm, making the boy jump. "Ow! What was that for?" 

 "When was the last time you talked to Kat?" 

 Oliver's cheeks immediately turned a light shade of red as he averted his gaze, putting in the combination of his (new, and not broken) lock. His response was meek and quiet. "I dunno." 

 Stiles rolled his eyes so aggresively that Ollie was surprised it didn't kill him. "Dude, we both know what Katrin is like, if you don't tell her something, she is going to actually murder one of us... hopefully you because I am really not involved in this." Stiles laughed nervously, and Oliver cast him a dark look from the corner of his eye.

 "How's your dad?" 

 The laughing stopped, and Stiles pulled a face. "He's fine." 

 "You know you could blame me just as much as you blame Scott." 

 "Yeah, but you're the depressed psychic with the family issues.... he's the dude with flea problems. And frankly, I only blame one of you for my dad getting hit by a freakin' car." 

 The smallest of smiles etched its way onto Oliver's face, earning a triumphant laugh and I point. "Ha ha! He smiles!" 

 Ollie rolled his eyes, shoving his book into his locker. "I hate you." 

 "Love you too. Now-" Stiles rubbed his hands together, a devious smirk on his face. "I have an excellent plan." 

 "That's never good coming from you." 

 "You wound me," he placed his hand over his heart in mock-offense as Ollie shut his locker and the boys began walking once again. "What do you have next period?" 

 "Gym, why?" 

 "You're skipping... I have a plan that involves helping Scott." 

 Ollie sent Stiles a disbelieving look. "And remind me how that makes me less depressed?" 

 Stiles scoffed, slinging his arm over Ollie's shoulder.

 "It also involves hitting him with lacrosse balls." 

 ***

 "This is the best day of my life." 

 "Are you sure about this?" Scott asked for the millionth time, but neither Ollie nor Stiles responded. Instead, they just gave him matching mischevious grins as Stiles held up a small device in his hand.