RUNNER ━━━━ stiles stilinski. ¹

15

{1.5}

"Intervention"

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Oliver Sanchez was indeed, in a much better mood. 

 Why? Because he got detention. 

 Normal teenagers despise detention... think that it is a waste of time, and that if teachers are going to punish them it can happen during school hours. Ollie, however, enjoys being annoying. 

 "I knew I could get you in a better mood," Stiles smirked to himself. "I'm awesome." 

 "And modest." 

 "But still really awesome." 

Oliver rolled his eyes, although he was smiling, so Stiles considered it a win. His baseball bat was swinging loosely from his hand, and Scott had to dodge it to avoid being hit again. Oliver was slightly disgruntled that he didn't get to beat up the people who hurt his friend, but the pros outweighed the cons in this situation. 

 Still: He was the only one who got to beat up Scott McCall. 

"Admit it," Stiles poked his arm as they walked, careful to whisper, as their pissed off teacher was steps away. "Admit that I'm awesome. Admit it, admit it, admit it, admit it-" 

 Oliver let out a breathless laugh as Stiles poked his stomach, doubling over and almost running into the lockers. "The day I admit that will be the day that I die."

 "We both know the truth." 

 "Oh shut up." 

 As they rounded a corner, Oliver felt a hand grab his arm, and jumped, turning around and preparing to hit someone in the skull with his baseball bat. Instead, he just slightly deflated when he saw a familiar red head staring back at him. 

 He tried to keep walking, but her nails dug slightly into his skin, and she leaned over to whisper to him. "If you don't talk to me, I am gonna tell Nicole that the last time you took your meds was last October." 

 He was prepared to scoff and walk away, but then remembered that he had to be free if he was going to help Scott with his whole 'wolf problem', and couldn't afford to be grounded right now. So he huffed deeply and turned to catch Stiles's arm, yanking him back.

 "Jesus-" 

 "Can you cover for me?" He asked, and a grin spread across Stiles's face. "Depends-" 

 "You're awesome." 

 "Great!" Stiles patted Oliver's head, kissing his cheek and  calling out a "good luck, Curly!" Before taking off running down the hall to catch up with Scott. 

 Oliver turned to Katrin. "What?" 

 "That was rude." 

 "Sorry. Excuse me... what?" 

Katrin rolled her eyes, stomping off in the other direction with Oliver's arm still gripped  in her hand, forcing him to walk along beside her. She lead him all the way outside, to the point that Oliver thought she was going to stab him or something, before crossing her arms and flipping her hair over her shoulder.