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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"Stitches"
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Oliver Sanchez had no clue what he was doing.
His face hurt: that was the only thing he was one hundred percent sure of right now, and every time he turned a corner he flinched like he was about to be jumped. He was too freaked out to even try and stem the blood flowing from his cheek and forehead alike, so he just blindly walked forward, a drop of blood occasionally dripping onto his shirt.
He was in too much pain to be pissed off. He just walked on forward, the silent nature of the dark school freaking him out more than it would have if he was still locked in that God-forsaken room with the vengeful werewolf.
Because when he only had his thoughts to listen to... well, his mind went to some pretty dark places. The silence unerved him... making him think that since it was so quiet, something must have happened to his friends. They are never quiet... it is like, the one thing that they never are.
At this point, he was really hoping the cops don't show up... he probably looked like a psychopath right now, and his name could already be linked to one too many crimes. He also didn't have his phone; he didn't know where or when he dropped it, or if it was still in the pocket of his hoodie, but he did know that he had no means of communicating with his friends. And he didn't dare raise his voice, since he thought he would already be mentally scarred enough from scuffling with the Alpha once.
The sound of footsteps from down the hall caught his attention, and his head whipped up. In an instant, all of his nerves were on edge, and his eyes were furiously raking back and forth to try and find something that could be used as a weapon. Unfortunately, he was in an abandoned hallway in a school, so the closest thing to a weapon would probably be his fists.
And, well... that wasn't very promising.
He wasn't sure if he was relieved or horrified when he heard a voice speaking.
"No you fucking idiots I have not seen Oliver," the unmistakable voice of Katrin Denny spoke as she sauntered down the hallway. "I assumed he was with you! He texted me like, ten minutes ago, and told me to- what?"
Ollie's eyes widened, his teeth clenching and his hands balling into fists.
"What do you mean? I'm by the cafeteria. Sure, whatever, I'll meet you there."
As soon as she pressed the endcall button on her phone, she caught sight of Oliver... and she screamed. It made the boy jump and rush forward as the redhead took a step backward, her hand clasped firmly over her mouth. He walked forward until he could put his hand on her bicep. "Was that Stiles?"
