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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{2.1}
"Asshole"
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The first person Ollie spoke to when he went back to school was Danny.
He had been walking to his locker, stubbornly keeping his eyes ahead as people gawked at him and his new stitches. He was a little pissed off at the Alpha for slicing his face, since it was literally the first thing that people see when they look at him.
(With the exception of Lydia, since she pretty much always looks at his ass.)
He opened his locker, which still didn't have a lock due to the incident of him destroying it what felt like years ago. Thankfully, nobody stole any of his textbooks, and we was able to grab his chemistry binder. He was hoping to get some extra studying in for the test he has first thing, since being in the hospital kind of made it difficult to study.
"You know, you probably don't have to take the test today."
He whipped around in surprise at the voice that cut into his conscious, accidentally tripping and running into the door of his locker, swearing loudly and slamming the door shut, trying to regain his composure. Danny watched this with an amused expression on his face, raising an eyebrow as Ollie leaned against his locker, trying to look nonchulant. "Hey, Danny, what's up?"
The boy laughed as Ollie jumped up to walk next to him, holding his binder to his chest. "How's your cheek?" Danny asked, his finger reaching up to lightly brush the stitches in a way that made Ollie blush bright red. "Once I got stitches on my arm, and the doctor did them wrong so I had to get them re-done and it left a huge scar."
Oliver blinked, "I hope that doesn't happen to me."
"True, wouldn't want to mess up that pretty little face, huh?"
He apparently blushed again, as Danny snorted. "I'm messing with you, Sanchez. Are you coming to practice today? Apparently we're getting some more people on first line and Stilinski might piss his pants without his emotional support human."
Oliver barked a laugh, before wincing when it tugged at his stitches. He winced, "Yeah, Stiles is a bit of a trainwreck."
"So are you by the looks of it," Danny bumped his shoulder with Oliver's as they neared the chemistry classroom. "How're you feeling? I'm sure you're probably a little bit messed up."
Oliver shrugged, "I'm fine. I thought Katrin was going to kill me for getting hurt, though."
