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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"Extra Player"
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"Let's think about this for a second." Scott began, watching as Ollie swung his baseball bat around nonchulantly, nearly hitting him many times in the process. "And please don't hit me in the face."
"I won't hit you in the face, but I will hit you somewhere it'll hurt more if you don't keep talking."
Scott rolled his eyes as Ollie shot him a sideways grin. "Derek told me a while ago that Werewolves and Seers are supposed to be like... closely knit." He crossed two of his fingers, "It was why he wouldn't tell you at first, because he wanted to be sure."
"Sure of what?" Ollie asked, "that I'm a Seer?"
"No, that you're a specific kind of seer, I think."
"Great," Ollie groaned, leaning his head back as he manuevered around a group of kids trying to get to their lockers. "So there are different breeds of psychics now?"
"Not breeds." Scott shook his head. "Families."
Ollie raised a disbeliving eyebrow. "Families?" He paused, scrunching his eyebrows together, "like... on the periodic table?"
"I mean-" Scott shrugged, "If that's how you want to look at it, sure. Derek told me a story about some lady part of a family who were cursed by some old god or something for wanting ultimate power." He side-eyed the boy, "you wouldn't happen to be a part of the Gonzalez family, would you?"
Ollie shrugged. "I don't think so."
Scott pat his shoulder, "think about it, because Derek sure as hell thinks you are."
"Wonderful," Ollie scowled lightly, hitting his bat off of his knee as the two continued to make their way to chemistry. Scott turned to Ollie, excitement in his features as he rose his voice slightly.
"Hey, are you coming to the game tonight?"
"I would rather kill myself."
Scott grinned, "cool. Gerard's coming so Allison can try to get his keys. Something about a book that might tell us what that thing at the garage was. She's gonna try to get his keys to his office or something."
Ollie couldn't help but smile, "so you're planning a heist?"
Scott nodded proudly. "I'm assuming you'd want to be involved."
Ollie slung his arm around Scott's shoulders, smirking to himself.
"Oh McCall, you know me so well."
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"Hey, tweedle-dee and tweedle dumbass. I have to ask you a question."
