stupid for you ~fransykes~

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Oliver walked through the silent halls and to his locker. The air was cold and thin, how it always was in late Autumn, and today Oliver had stupidly forgot to bring an extra layer.

His fingers shook slightly as he fumbled with the keys for his locker, eventually managing to open it despite his trembling hands. He frowned when he realised he hadn't put a spare hoodie in his locker either, instead focusing his attention on the pastel pink envelope that was leaning against the grey metal walls. He pulled it out and shoved it in his blazer pocket, saving it for later.

He closed his locker door with a small thud and made his way to the library, which he swore was the only place in the school where they put on the heating. He scurried into the large room full of books, sighing heavily when he felt how cold this room was too. He guessed the school was too cheap to even afford heating in here now.

He made his way through the maze of book covered shelves, finding himself a table to sit at. He bathed in the serenity of the silent library, relaxing in the slightly rocky school chair. Oliver always came to school way before the bell, in fact he was normally one of the first people there. He liked getting out the house before the rest of his family woke up, namely his brother, so that they didn't bother him.

He pulled his backpack onto the table and got out his chemistry book and pencil case, placing them in front of him. He flicked his book open to his homework and began to fill in some of the questions. As he absentmindedly stared at the work in front of him, his brain drifted off to the pink envelope inside his pocket.

Before he knew it, his brain couldn't concentrate on anything else and he was defenceless against his urges to read his new letter. He pulled it out of his blazer pocket, ripping it open quickly like the paper was burning his hands.

Dear Oli,

I wish I wasn't such a pussy, then maybe I would just tell you my feelings instead of writing you these stupid letters. I'm not even sure why I write them. To vent? To get all these feeling off of my chest so that I can breathe? Because I know you're one of those people who might actually appreciate cliché romantic things like this?

I don't know. But I hope you like them and I hope you liked the playlist I made you yesterday. If you could even listen to it, that is, I mean who still uses CDs? Me apparently.

Anyway, I wanted you tell you how cute you are. You're eyes are so big and beautiful, and the way they crinkle slightly at the corners when you smile makes my heart beat faster. You're hair is so soft looking it makes me want to run my fingers through it. Don't even get me started on the way you dress, I could go on for days.

I'm sorry some people don't understand you. I know that some of the teachers especially give you a hard time and I'm sorry. I wish I could just hug away all the pain of their words but unfortunately that's not how the world works.

You don't like me back like I like you. But I wish you did. If you did we could cuddle, and go on dates to anywhere you wanted, and I could take you shopping and buy you everything. We co-

"What's that?" A voice asked, causing Oli to flinch harshly. He looked up to see Josh stood there, looking down on him with shining blue eyes.

"N-nothing." Oli stuttered, quickly folding up the letter and shoving it back into his pocket.

"It didn't look like nothing." Josh smirked. Oli rolled his eyes and sighed, avoiding eye contact.

"It was just some homework." Oli lied badly, his voice wavering in pitch. He wasn't exactly the best liar.

"Why do I get the feeling you are lying." Josh shrugged, sitting down at the table across from Oli.

"Why do you care, it's none of your business." Snapped Oli.

"I was just making conversation, calm down." Josh said, putting his hands up next to his head to show his innocence.

"Why are you here?"

"Good morning to you too Oliver." Josh smiled sarcastically.

"Don't call me that." Oli pouted. The only people who ever called him Oliver where bitchy teachers and occasionally his parents when they were mad at him.

"Why not, Oli?" Josh asked, raising his eyebrows.

"It makes me sound like a 40 year old man and not a gay teenager who wears skirts." Oli snorted. "Anyway you never answered my question."

"I have my reasons." Josh shrugged. Oliver wasn't sure what that meant and that only confused him more. "Why are you at school so early."

"My brothers a right bitch in the morning so I try to leave the house before he gets up." Oli answered, causing Josh to laugh.

"He's that bad that you'd rather be at school then at home?" He asked with humour in his tone.

"Yep, even if this school is too cheap to turn on the heaters." Oli laughed, wrapping his arms around his chest in an attempt to suppress the shivers that ran up his spine.

"Are you cold?" Asked Josh.

"Obviously." Oli said, rolling his eyes. "I'm practically freezing my balls off over here." Josh laughed lowly and shook his head. The blue eyed boy seemed lost in thought for a moment before his gaze returned to Oli.

"Do you have a jacket?" He asked. Oli shook his head, his hands shaking against his folded arms. "Here have mine."

"No, then you'll be cold." Oli argued. Josh ignored the other boys refusal and shrugged off his jacket anyway. "I'm serious Josh, you keep it. It's my fault for not bringing one myself."

Josh lifted himself off his chair and walked around to the opposite side of the table. He gently placed his faded black denim jacket over Oliver's shoulders, brushing his fingers up Oli's arms in the process. Oliver suddenly shivered for a reason other then the cold.

Oliver looked at the denim jacket hung over his shoulders and sighed. He turned around, ready to refuse to take the extra layer once again, but when he turned around Josh was gone. He sighed and finally pulled the jacket on over his school blazer, liking the way the material was already warm from Josh's body heat.

The bell rung through the silent room and with that, the school day had officially began. Oli shoved all his school supplies back into his backpack before slipping out of the library.

On his way to form he spotted Elissa leaning on the arm of a bench by the dining hall. He instantly smiled at the sight of his best friend and ran over to see her.

"Hey bestie." He grinned. She tuned around to look at him and then smiled too. Her eyes fell to Oli's outfit and then she frowned.

"Is that my brothers jacket?" She asked, her tone full of edge.

"Yeah." Oli shrugged casually. "I said I was cold so he gave me it."

"Oli I wouldn't talk to Josh if I was you. He doesn't just start being all friendly to everyone, he probably wants something from you." She warned, gaining that weird distant look in her eyes again.

"It's only a jacket, Liss." Oli shrugged.

"No, no it's not." She frowned, and with that she was off. Oli watched as she sped away from him, blending into the crowd of students.

Well, that was weird.