Rival Morality BxB

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Oliver POV

I had been blue balled. It was safe to say I was very, very pissed. I could understand if he wasn't ready for that but I didn't get why he shoved me and ran away. I was dead set on ignoring him until he apologized. But, when I saw him in class, he didn't seem okay.

Had what happened really bothered him that much?

I walked to our shared table, setting my bag down next to the chairs. Rowan barely made it to class on time. His hands shook under the desk. It was like he was here but at the same time he wasn't.

I put my hand on his back and he flinched away from my touch. Has he gone back to hating me? Did he just want to bed me to prove a point. I'm sure he went back to his team to tell them of his victory. What a dick.

That was it. The only feeling I'll ever feel towards him again is hatred, an intense and deep burning hatred that settled in the very core of soul.

I huffed, blowing the hair out of my eyes.

He stirred uneasily in his chair, glancing at me through his stray pieces of hair throughout the lesson. His every nerve seemed to be on high alert.

Subtly, almost like he was shy, he bumped his knee into mine, not on accident. He looked at me right after his touch, then bolted out of the classroom without asking permission to leave.

She looked quizzically at the closing door, "Oliver, dear. Please go check on your table mate."

Great. This was just great.

I burst into the bathroom, fuming. "What the hell is wrong with you!"

All that could be heard was heavy breathing coming from the handicapped stall.

"Rowan?" I pushed on the door. Locked.

"Go away," his voice wavered as he saw my mop of hair sliding under the door until I was fully inside.

He was curled in the fetal position, hyperventilating.

I sat next to him, the cold tiles seeping through my thin T-shirt, and wrapped my arm around his back.

Once again, he flinched.

"Did I really claw you that bad?"

His voice barely came out as a whisper, "No."

I pulled at the hem of his shirt, trying to pull it up.

"Leave it, Oliver."

"No," I was stern.

"Please."

I don't think I had ever heard him say that word before. I didn't think he knew what it meant. I felt like I should've investigated further, but he just seemed so fragile.

"What's wrong?"

A sob wracked through him as he continued panting out through strained breaths. He leaned his body weight against me, "Sit with me, just for a little while?"

I nodded and held the taller boy in my arms, careful not to press too hard on his back. I didn't know what was going on with him, but it seemed like I was the only one who knew. And I was not going to betray his trust, even though I hated him.

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Oliver is delulu but we ball

Ik it's short get over it