Saddly, I don't know what she looks like, so if the description is far from accurate, I apologize. I got this request back in March, and I only now remembered I had it. I am SO sorry! I hope you like it, though.
REQUESTED BY @hetaliadjgurl
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It wasn't until I entered highschool that I met Oliver Kirkland. His short, slightly messy ginger hair complimented his icey blue eyes and adorable brown freckles.
An exchange student from London, he dressed himself in a purple vest with a pink, long-sleeved dress shirt. Tan kakkis were his choice of pants, along with brown dress shoes. He was always so neatly presented.
But, rumor has it that he bakes cupcakes. Not just any cupcakes, though. My classmates say that he makes them out of human parts, using their intrails as ingrediants.
One early Saturday morning, I came to class for tutoring, only expecting a few kids to be there. Among the group of students was Oliver, who looked to be drained. Bags kept their place under his eyes, and his hair was messier than usual.
"...Oliver...?" you said his name sweetly, trying to get his attention.
He turned to look at you, a soft smile spreading across his face, but in an exhausted fashion.
"Ah, good morning, Kelsy", he greeted in the best way he could.
"Are you alright? You don't look to good", you worried, "you should go to the nurses office. I'll escort you", you offered politely.
With a wave of his hand, he stopped you with that same, tired smile.
"No, please. Don't worry about me at all. I just didn't get enough sleep last night, nothing to fret over", he stated softly.
You cared about your classmate, and you sure as hell weren't going to take no for an answer.
"Well, too bad", you said in a sing-song voice, "I'm taking you to the nurse, and that's final".
You held your hand out with a grin, hoping he took it to follow you. You heard him sigh before placing his hand in yours, standing up and squeezing your plam more. You coul feel him shaking but you didn't want to ask why. You continued to escort him to the nurse down the hall, the patter of shoes echoing through the empty school floor.
Oliver was silent for most of the walk, still holding your hand as if he'd lose you if he released it.
Once you two reached the office, you reached for the sliding door, only to be stopped by the other student.
You blinked in confusion and turned to face him completely. Before you could get a single word out of your mouth, his arms flew up near your head in a trap. He was so close to you, and his breathing was much heavier.
"....Forgive me, poppet...", he started, a devious grin caressing his cheeks like a loving hand.
He took out a small kitchen knife from his back pocket and placed it to your stomach.
"...but it seems you've crossed a line, and I've become attached to that sweet face of yours."
The sharp object was slowly dug into you, and you didn't know whether to feel pain or be in shock. Why was he doing this? For what reason was he stabbing you?
"Kelsy? Kelsy!" a familiar voice rang in your ears.
You snapped out of your daydream, back into the reality of your study group. You noticed Oliver was there, sitting politely with his book in hand. You couldn't find any other seats so you had no choice but to sit next to him.
"Good morning, Kelsy", he greeted sweetly with a warm smile.
You hesitated to look over at him, and the glances you gave weren't enough to satisfy him. You didn't want to look him in the eye, just for that horrific daydream to come true.
He tried repeatedly to get your attention, but you avoided his gestures each time.
Letting out a groan of small irritation, Oliver reached over to you and grabbed your face by the cheecks, smashing his lips onto yours without much thought.
His lips were...soft. So, very soft.
When he pulled off, he looked at you with those gorgeous, pale blue eyes and smiled again.
"I said, 'good morning, Kelsy'", he repeated sarcastically, as if you didn't hear him the first 10 times.
You felt your face burn red, and you stumbbled over your words for a moment. You cleared your throat to calm down and stablize yourself.
"G-Good morning, Oliver", you replied.
"Alright, you two. If you're done playing House, we'd actually like to get back to studying", your group leader stated sternly.
"Yeah, yeah, don't get your knockers in a bunch, Aiden", Oliver said with a small pout.
To this day, you still couldn't believe your first kiss was with an exchange student. But you didn't complain.
