Dipshit [Len x Oliver Fanfiction]

Chapter 1 - B

~3rd Person POV~

Oliver winced in pain as he was slammed up against a wall of lockers, only being held up by the collar of his shirt.

"Ya gonna make 'nother smartass comment, hah?" A boy with bright blond hair pulled up into a ponytail got his face closer to Oliver's, smirking.

Oliver shook his head fearfully, gripping onto the boy's sleeve as tears built up in the corner of his single, uncovered eye.

"Tch." The boy clicked his tongue, his face twisting in disgust at Oliver's touch. "Disgustin'," he hissed, pressing Oliver harder against the wall, practically choking him. "Don't ever touch me, ya one-eyed freak."

The boy's 'minions', as you could call them, laughed at that, and he let go of Oliver, scowling in disgust as he walked off.

It was the same with them every day. Before school started, the three of them would always seek out Oliver and bring him to an area where no one was, and they would make fun of him and occasionally send a few punches his way.

The three of the group were Len, Piko, and Fukase. Len being the leader of the trio.

While Len and Piko were both equally scary, Fukase was the one who Oliver tried to avoid the most. There was just something off about the redhead that Oliver didn't like. He had a strange aura about him.

Oliver trembled slightly as he fixed his appearance, wiping away a few tears away from his eye. He sniffled, quickly running off to class before he'd be late.

Once he reached the classroom, he sighed. Not late. Well, this time at least.

"Oliver, are you alright? Your eye's a bit red...." As the blond boy sat in his seat, the girl next to Oliver gave him a concerned look.

"Yes, I'm fine SeeU," Oliver replies, faking a perfectly carefree smile.

SeeU smiled as well, nodding. "If you say so." She shrugged, going back to happily writing in her notebook as the teacher entered the room.

Another exciting day of calculus. Well, for Oliver that is. He was pretty sure no one else liked it. That's too bad.

Probably the only class he liked was calculus. He didn't know why, but something about it made him feel...better, maybe?

Anyway, we're getting off track.

It was finally lunch time, and Oliver raced his way to the cafeteria, desperate to get there before Len and company.

He was...unfortunate.

"Yo, cyclops!" Piko called, smirking evilly. "You're coming with us."

"Also," Len added, cracking his knuckles, "ya seem to have a tasty lookin' lunch there." He grinned. "Hand it 'ere."

Oliver bit his lip, hesitantly handing his lunch up to the taller blond boy. "H-here...." He stuttered out fearfully, hands shaking slightly.

"Thank ya~" Len hissed as he snatched the tray from Oliver's hands. He glanced over the food before snickering. "Gettin' a cookie today, are ya?"

Oliver flinched, nodding slowly.

"Not anymore, yer not." Len smirked, setting the tray down and taking the cookie from it. "I'll be takin' this, thank ya very much."

Piko and Fukase snickered in the background as Oliver watched helplessly while Len picked food off of his tray.

"Ah, I think that'll be good. An' ya, Fukase?" Len asked, his arms full of about two-thirds of Oliver's entire lunch.

"That'll do," Fukase agreed easily, laughing. "You think we could have a share of that?"

"Ya bet yer asses ya can," Len said, tossing the two other boys a few foodstuffs. "Ya good?"

The two nodded, and Len turned his attention back to Oliver.

"Now," he started, stuffing the remaining food into his pockets, "come wit' us before anymore people get down 'ere."

Oliver nodded reluctantly, following the trio out to the courtyard, which was closed off from the rest of the school due to remodeling purposes. Apparently, the three boys hung out here a lot ever since it had become practically abandoned.

"So," Fukase grinned, placing a hand on Oliver's shoulder, causing the poor boy to flinch violently, "you ready?"

Oliver didn't know what to do or say, so he just looked down, shaking terribly in fear.

"Haha, good boy," Fukase remarked, snickering as he ruffled Oliver's hair in a rough manner.

Len spun around to face Oliver once he was where he had wanted to be. "Now, ya ready for her punishment?" He asked, malice clear in his tone.

Oliver bit his lip, shaking violently at this point. He didn't answer.

"Aw, now that's rude, ain't it?" Len asked, grabbing Oliver's head roughly and looking the younger boy straight in his one eye. "Tell me," he demanded, "are ya ready for yer punishment?"

Oliver nodded slowly, knowing he would have no other choice but to accept the threat.

"Now, that ain't right...." Len smirked. "Verbally, ya get it?"

"Y-yes...." Oliver mumbled, furrowing his eyebrows as he looked up into Len's eyes with fear.

"Better." The older blond shoved Oliver down in the dirt. "Somethin' ya never expected, ya know?" He grinned, pressing his foot against Oliver's chest, pressing his weight down on the boy slightly.

Oliver inhaled sharply, trying to get a bit more air in anticipation for Len to add more weight. He would be surprised if he got out of this one with no broken bones.

"Len, don't kill the poor boy," Piko commented, placing a hand on his hip as he watched Len do his 'work'.

"Shut yer trap, Piko," Len hissed back, adding more weight onto Oliver's chest. He looked back down at Oliver when Piko flinched and backed off. "Ya got money, right?"

Oliver nodded, gasping slightly to get air as more weight was pressed against his chest.

"Good. Yer gonna giv' it to me after school. Got that?"

Oliver nodded again.

Len huffed and pulled his foot off of Oliver. "If ya pay up, I'll reconsider physical damage. If not...." He glared at Oliver. "Get yer ass ready for real trouble, ya brat."

With one swift turn, he left, leaving Piko and Fukase scrambling after him quickly.

Oliver only watched in silence, confusion, and shock as the trio left for lunch again.