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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"Theories"
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"Happy birthday, Allison!"
"Shh!"
Oliver, who was just trying to be a nice person, shot his hands up in the air and playfully widened his eyes as Allison smacked her had up to clasp over his mouth, her eyes darting around to make sure nobody heard what the boy had said. She removed her hand and leaned in closer, her voice lowered to a whisper. "How did you know?"
He quirked his eyebrows, smirking. "Why, my dear Allison, I know everything."
She gave him a skeptical look, and he awkwardly ruffled his hair, before continuing. "Katrin told me. She knows everything. It's actually spooky."
Allison rolled her eyes, crossing her arms and frowning. "How does she know my birthday? My family are the only people who know my birthday-" she paused, glancing toward her locker. "Well, and Lydia I guess."
"Lydia and Katrin look the exact same, and they think alike... also spooky." Ollie glanced over his shoulder, "but please don't tell her I said that, she will skin me alive."
"Look, thank you, okay?" She tried for a smile, but to Ollie it looked more like a grimace. "I just don't really want people to know."
"That's cool, I wouldn't want people to know my birthday either," he shrugged. "Last year, Stiles got me a life-sized cardboard cut out of Barack Obama."
"Why?"
"Hell if I know. Fun, maybe?"
"Oh."
Ollie glanced over his shoulder, seeing a familiar brunet boy walking down the hall. He laughed nervously and cleared his throat. "Oh yeah, and I already told Scott. Bye!"
Before she could hit him, he ducked away and tried to walk away in the most natural way possible. Allison tried to yell something to him, but Scott got to her before she could.
In Ollie's defense: He didn't know that Allison didn't want people to know about her birthday... and he thought that since Scott was like, her boyfriend or something, he'd want to know.
Well, that's his bad.
He slid into his seat in homeroom, immediately leaning over to whisper to Katrin, who was drawing something on a binder that wasn't her own. "Hey, Kat!"
