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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{2.4}
"Just An Ollie Situation"
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YOU HAVE GOT TO BE FUCKING KIDDING.
That was the mantra Ollie was repeating in his head. Over and over again. He figured that it was a given, at this point, that something fucked up would happen to him. But seriously - seriously - was psychic kidnapping really necessary? And by Matt? This had to be some sort of a joke.
"This isn't fucking funny, Matt." Ollie said, wiggling his toes to make sure he wasn't paralyzed anymore. He was sitting in the back of a car - one with windows that were covered by some sort of curtain that wouldn't break after Ollie kicked them. He thought that must have had to look pretty sketchy - a car covered by a tarp, but apparently people in Beacon Hills are just used to this bullshit by now. "You can't just kidnap someone and expect no one to notice you fuckin' moron."
"You know, I really think you should try being nicer to me." Matt mused from the front seat, observing his keys as if they were the most interesting thing in the world. "I could kill you by just thinking about it."
"And I could just shove those keys up your ass before you got the chance."
The situation was just so... bizarre. Ollie finds out that Matt was controlling the kanima, so he kidnaps him presumably to use as leverage against Scott... but he didn't count on one thing. Ollie was an annoying little shit. And he certainly wasn't too worried about this. He had gone through worse, and being poisoned and kidnapped by his classmate wasn't really as nightmare enducing as being the target of an evil werewolf and a band of evil werewolf hunters.
To make things weirder, Jackson was sitting next to Ollie in the back seat. He was presumably unconscious, and Ollie kept sending the boy odd looks and poking his arm to make sure he wasn't dead. His lip was bleeding, but it wasn't that bad. Just annoying. This whole thing was just annoying. All in all, a very Oliver Sanchez situation.
Matt turned around, and Ollie couldn't tell if it was annoyance or anger in his gaze. "Shut up! I was planning on letting you live, but I have no problem with killing you before we even get to Scott and Stiles. Understand?"
"I bet you won't," Ollie muttered under his breath, but otherwise stayed silent. He fiddled around with his thumbs and exhaled sharply, wondering if the window was more likely to break if he slammed his head against it.
The car fell into more stifling silence. Ollie wondered what had happened since he was taken - how long had it been anyway? It couldn't have been too long, right? The poison wore off, and his lip was beginning to throb, but he was hungry and that was sparking more annoyance in his chest. No matter what he thought of - the conclusion kept centering back to just how unbelievably ridiculous this was. How the hell was he being kidnapped by a kid who he once threw pencils at in english class? And why the hell wasn't Jackson moving?
