Of Kings and Queens

11/Education/

"Hold still right before we crash 'cause we both know how this ends,
A clock ticks 'til it breaks your glass and I drown in you again,"

•August, 29th•

She idly wondered why Oliver had been reading out there in the first place as she took in his sleeping form.

Robin shrugged her jacket off and hung it up on the rack, tiptoeing towards him. Not exactly knowing why she wasn't just leaving him there, she delicately picked up the book from his face.

It was an old copy- the spine was well-worn, the cover was faded, and she was unable to make out what the title was, but something about the colours on the front were familiar, she just couldn't put her finger on it. Crouching down, she looked around expectantly, waiting for something to jump out at her, but nothing came. It was just quiet. The faint sounds of him breathing was comforting and as quick as the thought come to her, she brushed it away.

As if to convince herself that she truly disliked the guy, she rudely reached out her hand and grabbed his shoulder, shaking him.

"Oliver. Wake up."

He wrapped his arm around his eyes and childishly mumbled out, "No. I wanna' sleep." He rolled to right, thinking he was in his own bed.

But unfortunately for both of them, he wasn't in his bed. He was lying on the couch.

And Robin- the poor girl, was sitting beside it trying to wake him, was promptly crushed unexpectantly under the weight of a teenage boy. He had woken when he realised he was falling, but then all too quickly he landed again with an, "Oompf."

He stood hastily and swayed slightly on his feet, holding out his hand offering to help her up.

She glared at him and used the couch cushion as leverage to pull herself up and crossed her arms.

He jerked his shirt down from where it had raised, showing his midriff.

"I couldn't just leave you there on the sofa for the night." She said simply.

He stared at his shoes awkwardly.

She brushed off the nonexistent dust from her jumper and started to go to her own room, suddenly feeling very lethargic.

"Sorry."

It was quiet and she almost missed it, but it was there. She turned her head and nodded at him, smiling benevolently before closing her bedroom door.

"Colors and promises
How to be brave?
How can I love when I'm afraid to fall?"

•••

Oliver made his way to his own room and closed his door roughly behind him. He stood leaning against the wood of the closed door thumping his head softly, "Stupid. stupid. stupid."

He said in synchronisation with his forehead hitting against the door.

•August, 31st•

"Perry."

"Huh?" He turned in his seat. Madaelyn was sitting beside him in the cafateria today, and his attention hadn't left her since she had sat down.

Robin snapped her fingers infront of Perry's face and started speaking to him, but he wasn't listening to her. Madaelyn starting giggling so he decided he might as well find out what was that funny.

"Perry. What did I just say?" Robin temper was wearing thin. Her brother hadn't taken his eyes off the girl since the moment he saw her.

"You Er-Did you do something different with your hair?"

She narrowed her eyes at him.

"No. That isn't what I just said. Maybe you should listen next time, so you know when you tell me to shut up when I start telling your girlfriend about you wetting the bed until you were ten." She smirked at him victoriously when his face flamed up like a jalapeño pepper.

"I swear-Maddy! I swear I didn't! She's only joking. Robin! Tell her you were joking about that-" His voice grew more strained the more Madaelyn giggled and Robin smirked.

"I-" He was interrupted by the loud, obnoxious ringing of the school bell. Indicating that lunch as over.

"See you after school, Perry!" Madaelyn waved goodbye to him, as he sat speechless, still glaring at his sister.

"You're lucky I love you. I swear to God, if you were anyone else, I would kill you right now." He made a slitting gestured across his neck with his pointer finger.

She playfully shoved and mumbled, "I was only joking, I only told her a really bad joke. 'Not my fault you're so gullible. I just thought I'd get revenge for the other day with Bill."

"Hey-" He reached out to grab her hand while they walked through the corridors. "You know he said he's sorry about that. Stop ignoring his calls, he thinks you despise him now."

Robin's mind was filled with guilt suddenly, because she had been wondering why he didn't eat with them at lunch anymore.

But now she realised, she needed to call Bill. Maybe she and Bill could be friends too, she thought to herself.