RUNNER ━━━━ stiles stilinski. ¹

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"Crystal Ball"

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"Holy mother of god." 

 Stiles glanced over at Ollie with wide eyes as the boy himself stared down into his history book. "What? What happened?" 

 Ollie turned to Stiles, his mouth partially opened as he pointed to a picture in his textbook, "do you think that I should get a crystal ball?" 

 Stiles stared at him for a moment, his eyes squinted, before he sighed deeply. "Why would you need a crystal ball, Ols?" 

 "Because! In 'ancient history'," he put air quotes over the words, only succeeding in confusing his boyfriend further. "If you wanted to get your future read, you had to travel really fucking far - and they didn't have cars so they just had to walk in their goddamn sandels or use their camels or some shit - to go to a seer and have them look into their crystal ball. Oh!" He jumped slightly, "or you could get your palm read! Do you think I could do that?" 

 "I don't know-" 

 "Give me your palm, Stilinski." 

 "I don't know about you two," Harris drawled from his spot at the front of the room, absentmindedly glancing at his phone screen. "But usually, I believe that in detention, you are supposed to be quiet. Are you capable of that?" 

 Ollie glanced over at Stiles, his eyebrows furrowed as he turned back to Harris. "No?"

 The man rolled his eyes, before turning back to his phone as Ollie grabbed Stiles's hand, holding it so that his palm was upright. Stiles rolled his eyes, leaning his head back, "why would you suddenly be able to read palms?" 

 "I don't know, I've never tried before." He frowned, "Your hand just looks like a hand. God damn-it, Stiles." 

 "Sorry-?" 

 "You know what?" Harris rose from his seat, leaning his hands on his desk as he glared at the two boys. "If I hear you two speaking for another minute, I might be forced to flee the state. So you are free to go." He gestured to a small bin he had on his desk, "Come get your phones." 

 Ollie wasted no time in complying, shoving his book into his bag and almost tripping over his chair as he ran to the front of the classroom, grabbing his phone. He saw that he had five missed calls from Katrin, and winced. "I think we missed a lot." 

 "Yeah, Allison called me like, four times." Stiles furrowed his eyebrows as they walked through the hall, pushing open the door to outside. Ollie blinked, not realizing that during their hour and a half in detention, the sun had set, and the full moon glared dauntingly in the sky. 

 "You call Allison, I'll call Katrin," he said, before lightly shoving Stiles as he tried to get into the drivers seat. "I'm driving, bitch." 

 "I thought we had to go fast!"