𝐑𝐔𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐑 | ❝ run like the wind, and see how long it takes for your problems to catch up with you.❞
oliver sanchez is a fan of running away from his problems, but when his problems start chasing him, things become complicated. 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐒𝐓...
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"Caution to the Wind"
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Oliver Sanchez was pissed off.
Not in the way he normally was, however, as the curly-haired baseball player was almost constantly in a state of mild annoyance. It is who he is. He's Oliver Sanchez, the boy who once punched a kid twice his size in the face because he spilled water on his book report. Oliver Sanchez, the boy who got suspended for hitting someone with a baseball bat - which, by the way, was definitely not on purpose.
Ollie is placed under a category, as most teenagers were. Which category, you ask? It gives him great amsement whenever he thinks about it that people really do think he is a badass.
Badass-- no, Oliver is not a badass. He may be impulsive... and slightly terrifying at times, but he is not badass. On the contrary, he is terrified of spiders and refuses to drink coffee because he read that it stunts your growth.
(He also has insomnia, which makes the coffee thing much more difficult.)
He is just one lanky, tea drinking, cat loving dork.
But only internally. Externally he will probably slap you if you called him such. Especially now, because he was royally pissed off.
And with every right to be. He is known around Beacon Hills for his two things: his love of mysteries, and his hatred of conflict. And no, not physical contact, because he has a bad talent of getting into fights with people that he shouldn't be getting into fights with. More of an emotional confliction type scenario. Nobody knows what he is thinking, because he doesn't ever tell anyone what he is thinking. It makes a bad pairing, but it works for Ollie, so everyone else shrugs it off.
But now, he was pissed off.
"I can't believe you went body-hunting without me." He mumbled under his breath, crossing his arms over his chest and refusing eye-contact with the boy beside him. Stiles Stilinski rolled his eyes for what seemed like the millionth time this morning, shouldering his backpack and almost smacking his best friend with his lacrosse stick.
"For the last time, we did not go body hunting without you," Stiles shrugged innocently, giving his collared shirt wearing friend a nervous look. "We simply went body hunting... without you in our immediate vicinity."
Oliver sent his friend a sharp look. "Dude, you know I love body-hunting, what gives?"
Although to most, the remark would be confusing, Stiles just shrugged and rushed to defend himself.
