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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{2.6}
" Arguments and Macy's "
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"They're gone."
Ollie groaned again, hitting his bat against the wall. Katrin was lounging against the wall of the hospital as they waited outside, although it soon became evident that Derek would not be coming out... at least not through this exit. He pointed to his cousin with his bat, his lips curled into a scowl. "What the hell were you thinking?"
The girl just rose an eyebrow in response. "I think what you're meaning to say is, 'gosh, Katrin, thank you for saving me from being mauled by a werewolf!'"
"He wouldn't have mauled me! "
"I'm sorry, are you blind?" The redhead rose to her feet, jabbing her finger into the boy's chest. "You can see the future, do you realize how much information you could potentially get about him? He wants you dead, Ollie, so I shot him with my motherfucking crossbow."
Ollie narrowed his eyes, mumbling crossly under his breath. "No me habría matado."
To his surprise Katrin just rolled her eyes. "El tenia garras."
"Hola," Stiles drawled sarcastically, walking over and rolling his eyes. "No more speaking Spanish! Okay?" He gestured sharply to Ollie. "Why were you even there in the first place?"
Ollie narrowed his eyes, clenching his teeth. "Because I knew that you would bring Derek here after we traced those texts! And I also know that when Derek is involved, things go wrong!"
"You could have died!"
"Um, last I checked you were the most human person here, and you don't have any form of defense!"
Stiles looked appalled. "I have my sarcasm!"
Katrin held up her hand. "I have a mini-crossbow."
"We're not talking about the crossbow right now!"
"Why not?"
"I know what this is about-" Ollie pointed to Stiles, who was beginning to look like he would rather be anywhere else. "-you're mad at me for asking Lydia to the dance!"
Katrin rolled her eyes, muttering something inaudible under her breath. Stiles's cheeks flushed red. He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose and screwing his eyes shut, before raising his eyes to meet Ollie's. "Fine, yeah, I'm a little mad."
"Here we go-" Katrin muttered, sitting down on the pavement and crossing her legs, shoving her crossbow into her bag and crossing her arms, watching the boys like they were the stars of her favorite television show.
