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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"Suspicions and Annoyance"
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"Even your showers are disgusting."
Oliver's voice was disgruntled, but he really was in quite a good mood as he walked out of the dressing room showers early Thursday morning. Technically he wasn't allowed in there, but he also goes in there all time, and didn't have time to shower at his house, so he did it in the dressing room.
His friends were not impressed.
"Put on some clothes, Sanchez!"
"Don't pretend you don't love this," The boy teased, jokingly flexing at his friend, who rolled his eyes in response. Reaching out to slap his bare chest. "You smell like a wet dog."
"Maybe because lacrosse players smell like dogs, and so do their showers."
"That was incredibly passive aggressive." Stiles pouted, shoulder his lacrosse stick as Oliver searched in vain for his shirt. The door of the dressing room swung open, and Scott entered, his face blank. "Hey," Stiles's eyes widened, "did you apologize to Allison?"
Scott's tone was dazed when he replied. "Yeah."
Ollie scrunched up his eyebrows. "So, is she gonna give you a second chance?"
"Yeah."
"All right!" Stiles grinned, turning to make sure Oliver heard the news, before looking back at Scott. "So everything's good?"
"No."
"No?"
"Here we go-" Ollie muttered under his breath, locating his shirt and tugging it on. He wasn't at all surprised that something dramatic happened to Stiles, but he really didn't need Scott's negativity so early in the morning.
"Remember the hunters?"
"You mean the dudes who shot you with that arrow?" Oliver nodded at Scott's hand, which annoyingly enough, looked fine.
"Her dad is one of them."
Neither of the boys knew what to say at first, so they settled with varying degrees of extremely confused expressions. Oliver pursed his lips, while Stiles's mouth dropped open in shock, his eyes widening to the size of small planets. "Her dad?"
