𝐑𝐔𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐑 | ❝ run like the wind, and see how long it takes for your problems to catch up with you.❞
oliver sanchez is a fan of running away from his problems, but when his problems start chasing him, things become complicated. 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐒𝐓...
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{1.7}
"Well, Shit"
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"Lock it!"
"Does it look like I have a key?"
Ollie pressed his back against the door, his breathing heavy and sweat already beading on his forehead. "W-w-w-what was that?" He demanded, "I-I mean I know it was the Alpha but did it kill Derek?"
"There was blood coming out of his mouth!"
"Oh, we're going to die."
"We need something to block the door!"
Stiles's head popped up at Scott's words, something obviously having caught his attention. Ollie followed his gaze, seeing that it was trained on what appeared to a be a pair of bowl-cutters that laid discarded on the grounds. His eyes widened when he realized what his friend was planning to do. "Stiles, don't-"
His words fell to deaf ears, as Stiles quickly ducked under Oliver's arm, throwing the door open and running outside. Oliver's entire body tensed, and as tempted as he was to yell at the other boy, he knew it would be a very stupid thing to do as that goddamn huge-ass wolf was somewhere out there.
Stiles picked up the cutters, before his attention was caught by a noise from the parking lot. He didn't even wait for Stiles to start running himself, darting out of the door and ignoring Scott's noise of protest. He quickly grabbed Stiles's arm, practically dragging him back into the safety of the school and shutting the door behind him.
"What the hell was that?" He demanded, shaking the other boy's shoulders as Scott fit their makeshift lock. "Are you trying to kill yourself? Jesus Christ, Stilinski, I will murder you if you-"
"Stop shaking me!"
He did so, reluctantly, and scowled, mumbling under his breath. "Santo mierda, they're all fucking insane-" he anxiously raised his hand through his hair, turning to Stiles and sharply poking him in the chest. "If you do anything like that again-"
"I got it, message recieved," Stiles raised his eyebrows, "but we should probably get the hell out of here before we become dessert."
Ollie nodded, his heart still racing as he lead the way down the halls. He had dropped his baseball bat somewhere outside, and he was beginning to feel freaked out without it. Like, Scott could turn into a freaking werewolf if the time arrises... all he can do is occasionally get a stupid, useless, hazy glimpse of the near future... that doesn't exactly help if he is about to get maimed by a huge wolf.
They found the nearest classroom, shutting the door and pushing the large desk at the front of the class against it. They paused, huffing for air. Stiles was the first who spoke; "it's your boss!"
