Dipshit [Len x Oliver Fanfiction]

Chapter 3 - L

~3rd Person POV~

SeeU's eyes widened, and she dropped the small bag she was holding. "T-thirty.... Thirty thousand dollars?!" She repeated in shock.

Oliver nodded slowly.

"Y-you're serious...?!" SeeU shook her head rapidly. "I-I'm really sorry, Oliver, but I just don't have that kind of money!" She bowed, her eyes shut tightly and her body tense.

Oliver flinched, waving his hands at her. "N-no, it's my f-fault for asking. I-I'm sorry." He bowed as well, sighing. "I-I'll be going then."

"Wait!" SeeU grabbed Oliver's wrist, concern and worry in her tone. "D-do you mind me asking why you need the money...?"

The boy looked up at her, eye slightly wide. "U-um, well...." He looked away.

"It's fine if you don't want to tell me," SeeU said, letting go of the smaller blond. "I'm sorry for prying."

"No," Oliver started, "I'll...tell you." He inhaled, taking a moment to calm himself before speaking. "You're well aware of the fact that...Len, Piko, and Fukase all hang out together, right?"

SeeU nodded. "Yeah. And I'm assuming you meant Fuckass." She giggled before getting serious again. "What do they have to do with this?"

"Well, you remember when Piko wanted to...'borrow' me...?" Oliver furrowed his eyebrows slightly, fidgeting.

"Yeah...." SeeU nodded.

"I-it...was to beat me up...." Oliver looked away, biting at his lip. "T-they're bullying me, but Len told me that if I gave him money, he would stop. I took out the fifteen thousand dollars that I had been saving for college and gave it to him.... He wants double by tomorrow or it's to my grave I go...."

SeeU gasped, pulling Oliver into a hug. "Oliver, why didn't you tell me sooner?! I could've helped you! I'm so sorry!"

Oliver shook his head, patting SeeU's back lightly. "No, it's not your fault.... I'm a freak...."

"You're not!" SeeU protested, pursing her lips as she pulled away from the hug. "You don't deserve to be treated like that! No one does! Don't worry, Oliver! I'll find some way to help you out!"

Oliver flinched. "Y-you...really don't—"

"I want to!" SeeU cut him off, a determined glint in her eye. "Besides, Piko used to be such a nice kid. I can't believe he'd do this.... I'll be sure to get him good!"

"I-it's mostly Len...." Oliver mumbled, poking his fingers together. "P-Piko actually tries to stop him occasionally, but he still bad mouths me...."

"Well, SeeU huffed, "at least I won't have to give him too much justice then. I'll save it for that bastard, Len."

The boy looked away. "T-thank you," he squeaked out. "I-I don't want you to get hurt though...."

"I won't," SeeU assured, brushing some of her light blonde hair out of her eyes. "I'm like a boulder! I-in the strength sense! I-I'm not fat!" She puffed out her cheeks, blushing. "Anyway, I've gotta get home before my dad goes insane. See you, Ollie!"

Oliver blushed lightly at the nickname. "B-bye...."

As Oliver walked down the hall, back towards his locker, he heard the voice of the last person on the planet he had wanted to hear.

"Well, well, well." It snickered. Yes, this person was Len Kagamine, the bane of Oliver's existence. "Look who's 'ere."

Oliver stopped, looking down to the floor. "W-what do you want...?" He spat, his voice wavering slightly.

"Tryin'a be brave, heh?" Len snickered, shaking his head and grabbing Oliver's wrist. "Yer comin' with me." He smirked, dragging Oliver along with him into...the janitor's closet...?

"W-wha—?!" Oliver winced in pain when he was shoved against the wall.

"I'm assumin' ya know what's gonna happen?" Len asked, raising an eyebrow.

Oliver averted his eyes, bracing for the worst pain he could think of.

"Well, you're wrong." Len dropped him, along with the strange accent he had before. "I'm...really sorry. Here." The blond handed Oliver back the wads of money. "Listen, I know I've been a real asshole to you lately, and I seriously want to change. Will you...listen to me...? Please...?"

Oliver was dumbfounded. He was shocked, afraid, confused. He couldn't tell what he was feeling at that moment, but he still nodded and took the money back from him. Apparently, to Oliver, Len sounded much better without that weird accent. "W-wait," The younger blond stuttered out, "w-what happened to your accent...?"

Len flinched. "Oh, that...." He spat, looking disgusted. "When I became friends with Fukase, he told me that I had to 'act scarier'. I didn't know what he meant, but then he told me that I could try a...pirate accent." He looked away, seemingly embarrassed. "I should've known that douche was just playing me."

"O-oh," was all that Oliver could think to say. "S-so then...? W-why bully me...?" He flinched, immediately covering up his mouth in fear after he had said that.

"I don't hate you, Oliver." Len looked up at Oliver, his eyes filled with tears. "I-I'm sorry," he mumbled, wiping the tears away. "Oliver, the one who hated you was actually Fukase.... The reason I'm here is because I saw Fukase threatening a girl—of all people—with a knife in his hand. There's something seriously wrong with that kid. I don't want to be a part of this stupid game anymore. I'm really sorry, Oliver. I really am...."

Oliver felt the sudden urge to reach his hand out to Len. "I-it's...okay, Len." He smiled sadly, scooting closer to the older boy. "I-I'm really sorry too.... I-I had no idea...."

"No," Len stopped Oliver. "Don't feel sorry at all. You shouldn't. Please, just hate me. I can't take it."

Oliver furrowed his eyebrows in worry. "I-I—"

"Just hate me!" Len shouted, pushing Oliver away from him. Tears flowed down his cheeks. "I couldn't take it if you just forgave me like that! Please just hate me forever!"

Oliver winced in pain when his back hit the wall again. "L-Len...."

"I don't want this, Oliver!" Len spat, grabbing at his head and pulling his knees to his chest. "I won't feel right! I'm guilty! I can't have you forgive me this easily!"

"Len, I—"

"No!" Len's knuckles began to turn white from how hard he was gripping his hair. "Just...! Why...?! Why won't you hate me...?! Oliver, I'm so sorry! I'm sorry...!"

'Stop apologizing....' Oliver thought, no matter how strange it may have been to think that.

"I—Oliver, I love you so much, but I'm guilty! Please, just feel hatred! Any small glimpse at all! Just hate me!"

Oliver's eye widened, unable to process what the older boy had just said—well, screamed. 'L...ove...?'