The Kiss Bet: Oliver & Sara Oneshots

Page 42

"Weird question," Sara asked immediately upon walking into the study room, catching Oliver's attention, "do you happen to have a notebook of mine?"

"Uhhh, not that I know of...? I can check, maybe I grabbed it by accident?" He said questioningly, grabbing his backpack from beside the chair he had been sitting in, waiting for the redhead's arrival.

She offered a smile, sitting and doing the same with her own bag in the odd chance it had simply gotten lost in there, "Thanks, I thought I left it here last time since I couldn't find it last night. It's the blue composition book with numbered pages, the one I usually take notes with here? It's just kinda multipurpose for me, I also use it as a poetry journal but I couldn't find it last night."

He hummed in understanding, not finding anything inside his backpack, looking up and shrugging, "Sorry, nothing in my bag. Maybe you sat it down somewhere in here...?"

"It's not that big of a deal, I'm sure it'll turn up, no need to waste study time looking for it," she brushed it off, "nothing in there's super personal that I care about keeping private anyway so it doesn't really matter if someone else finds it, it has my name on it so I'm sure it'll get back to me sooner or later."

"But what about your notes?" The blond raised an eyebrow, "We aren't gonna be getting very far if you can't keep notes."

"Aren't you Mr. Always Ultra-Prepared? Do you have a spare piece of paper I could use?" She asked, Oliver sighing in response, "Yeah, I do... Just make sure you find some way to keep that with the rest of your notes whenever you find them."

She rolled her eyes with a grin, "Whatever you say."

With this, the two move on with their tutoring session, yet Sara can't help but let her mind wander to all the possibilities of where her notebook could have ended up or who could have found it by now. Not that it mattered all that much, honestly, it was true what she had said, she didn't have anything in there that she wouldn't want people seeing, but of course it was still annoying. Yeah, she had her computer to write on, but that was her only physical notebook and there was just something about hand-writing her poetry that made it feel a little more special and helped her connect with it a little bit deeper. It was almost like it made the feelings more tangible, like they were going from an invisible force that weighed on her to something physical that was able to properly be expressed in a controlled way.

"Alright, that's enough for today." The younger leaned back, taking a few seconds to let his eyes close as his head tipped back, just relaxing and letting himself breathe for a moment.

"My notebook better turn up soon...." Sara Lin murmured, sighing as she leaned her cheek against her hand.

Looking back over to the girl, Oliver tried to reassure her, "I'm sure it'll turn up sooner or later. I'll text you if I find it, ok?"

This made her smile, seeing how he cared enough to try to make her feel better about her poor notebook, lost and alone somewhere out there, "Thanks, Oliver. Hey, can I ask you to do something if you find it...?"

"Yeah, what do you need?" He asked.

"I've been meaning to show you something for a little while, it's a poem I wrote and I know that's not usually your thing, but I just need you to see this one. Page 42, if you find the notebook, go to page 42 and just... Read that page before you give it back, alright?" She requested, though she fidgeted with her fingers as she spoke, avoiding his eye.

"Okay, sure," he spoke slowly, noticing her slight change in demeanor, wondering what she could've written that was making her so anxious.

And with Sara having said this, it was time for the pair to go home, though Oliver waved her ahead without him. After all, she had significantly less that she had unpacked from her bag, and he still needed to speak to one of his teachers.