The Kiss Bet: Oliver & Sara Oneshots

Protective of You

"So, how are you doin'?" Sara Lin stopped as soon as she began to round a corner upon seeing some random unfamiliar brunette, likely in the grade below talking to Oliver in a low, flirtatious tone, hiding just a bit to observe in case she needed to intervene.

"Uh, fine?" He says awkwardly, clearly not used to this sort of interaction.

She touches his arm, her eyes obviously intended to be seductive, "Well, why don't you come over to my place now that school's over? We can get to know each other a bit better."

"I, uh, have a tutoring appointment in a few minutes," he answers, looking away, obviously wanting an escape from the situation and taking a step back from her touch.

"Well why don't you make one with me after, I'm sure you could teach me a thing or two." She looks him up and down as she steps in closer once more.

Before he can respond, the redhead that had been hidden around the corner quickly walked over and tapped her on the shoulder from the side, making her turn her head and glare, leading Sara to offer a polite smile, speaking in a sickly sweet tone, "Hi, hello, um, what's going on here...?"

"None of your business." She spoke rudely.

"Okay, well, um, he–" She gestured to Oliver with both hands, who was now looking at her with slightly red cheeks– "is obviously uncomfortable, and correct me if I'm wrong, Oliver," she looked at him with a small nod and expectant eyes before looking back to the girl who had been hitting on him with that same fake smile, "but he's obviously uninterested. So um, sorry, but you need to learn when to back off because you're just making yourself look like someone who refuses to quit when she's rejected, which, gonna be honest," Sara inhaled sharply, "is not a great look."

She grows red in embarrassment and anger as she fully turns to face the girl next to her, "W-Well, what do you care what I do?! If he's so uncomfortable he can speak up for himself!"

"Well I know him, and he's my friend, and it seemed like he wasn't going to speak up on his own, so I'd rather step in and speak up for him than let him be sexually harassed by some pick-me girl," the ginger answered back calmly, still smiling despite the fact that she was absolutely fuming on the inside.

"Oh, I get it, you have a thing for him don't you?" She smirks, trying to beat her with what Sara would classify as such an elementary-school tactic.

"Hm, why would it matter if I did?" She raised an eyebrow with innocent eyes, refusing to falter despite the slight pink dusting her face, "He's still my friend and I'm gonna stick up for him when he's uncomfortable regardless of anything like that."

She laughs in her face, "Ha, you should just give up on that! It's not like he'd ever like a stupid, short, ugly, nuisance who doesn't know how to mind her own business!"

"Hey!" Oliver starts, now growing upset as well, stepping closer until Sara intercepts with gentle fingertips on his chest, stopping him, "No, no, I can handle this."

The smile on her face returns once more, "Sorry to tell you, but I don't think I'm the stupid one here, I'm not the one who feels the need to try to make a fool out of someone for the way they look and the fact that they try to defend their friends. And whatever you're trying to accomplish by accusing me of having uncontrollable feelings, it's not working, I'm not embarrassed."

The older girl can see the frustration and anger of defeat beginning to build in the other's eyes before she continued once more, "Listen, if you think your playground insults bother me, you're sorely mistaken. At least I'm not fake and plastic. and at least I try to be a good person. I already know that Oliver would never like me for a lot of reasons, bu, do I care? Not really, honestly, he's way too good for me but he's still a friend and that's why I'm putting you in your place."