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"Asshole"

***

The first person Ollie spoke to when he went back to school was Danny.

 He had been walking to his locker, stubbornly keeping his eyes ahead as people gawked at him and his new stitches. He was a little pissed off at the Alpha for slicing his face, since it was literally the first thing that people see when they look at him. 

 (With the exception of Lydia, since she pretty much always looks at his ass.)

He opened his locker, which still didn't have a lock due to the incident of him destroying it what felt like years ago. Thankfully, nobody stole any of his textbooks, and we was able to grab his chemistry binder. He was hoping to get some extra studying in for the test he has first thing, since being in the hospital kind of made it difficult to study. 

"You know, you probably don't have to take the test today." 

 He whipped around in surprise at the voice that cut into his conscious, accidentally tripping and running into the door of his locker, swearing loudly and slamming the door shut, trying to regain his composure. Danny watched this with an amused expression on his face, raising an eyebrow as Ollie leaned against his locker, trying to look nonchulant. "Hey, Danny, what's up?" 

 The boy laughed as Ollie jumped up to walk next to him, holding his binder to his chest. "How's your cheek?" Danny asked, his finger reaching up to lightly brush the stitches in a way that made Ollie blush bright red. "Once I got stitches on my arm, and the doctor did them wrong so I had to get them re-done and it left a huge scar." 

 Oliver blinked, "I hope that doesn't happen to me." 

 "True, wouldn't want to mess up that pretty little face, huh?" 

 He apparently blushed again, as Danny snorted. "I'm messing with you, Sanchez. Are you coming to practice today? Apparently we're getting some more people on first line and Stilinski might piss his pants without his emotional support human." 

 Oliver barked a laugh, before wincing when it tugged at his stitches. He winced, "Yeah, Stiles is a bit of a trainwreck."   

 "So are you by the looks of it," Danny bumped his shoulder with Oliver's as they neared the chemistry classroom. "How're you feeling? I'm sure you're probably a little bit messed up." 

 Oliver shrugged, "I'm fine. I thought Katrin was going to kill me for getting hurt, though."  

 "I would have." 

 The boy's jumped as the redhead appeared behind them. She grinned at Danny, waving slightly. "Hello, Daniel." 

 He blinked, a small smile tugging at his lips, "Hey, Katrin." 

 "See, Ollie," She gestured to the boy beside him. "Danny's nice. That's why I like him, you can learn a thing or two from Danny." She playfully blew a kiss in the boy's direction as Oliver rolled his eyes. "What do you want, Kat?" 

 "I need to talk to you, do you mind if I can steal him for a minute?" 

 "No problem," he raised a hand as he walked away, "See you on the field, Sanchez." 

 "Bye Danny!" 

 As soon as the boy was out of earshot, Katrin leaned in and lowered her voice to a whisper. "Okay, Scott is being super weird today." 

 "When is Scott not weird?" 

 "Fair point, but he is being extra weird." Her eyes narrowed. "I asked him for an eraser this morning and he told me that it 'wouldn't kill me to bring my own stuff.'"

 Ollie's eyebrows furrowed. That doesn't sound like Scott at all. Plus, he didn't think anyone would willingly speak to Katrin like that, since she once kicked someone in the crotch after he called her a bitch. She then said: "Maybe I am a bitch, but I'm a bitch who's not afraid to call your mom and tell her about all of the teeny-tiny dick pics you send." 

 Point is: she's scary. And Scott knows that she is scary. 

 "I thought it may have something to do with the full moon, but does that really happen in real life or is it just a stereotype?" 

 Ollie's face changed darasically at those words. His mouth dropped open, and then he winced at the pain that came when he lightly pulled his stitches. Katrin watched as he swore in Spanish, muttering something in his language that she couldn't understand. Finally, he straightened his back. "I can't believe I forgot! Of course! He's acting weird because of the full moon! Jesus Christ, I need to go to sleep-" 

 Katrin nodded, "Yeah, you've pretty much needed to go to sleep for a solid three years now." 

 He groaned, Katrin's eyes nervously drifting over to a group of students giving them odd looks. She threw her arms in the air. "He just got stitches in his face! Leave him be!" 

 She then turned back to her cousin. "Hey, Scott's going to be fine, okay? And so are you-" she lightly shoved him in the direction of the chemistry classroom. "So go take your test, because I will not be known as the girl who is related to the idiot." 

 Ollie's face was still troubled. "Try not to be too mean to Scott today, he's gonna have it rough." 

 "Oh boo hoo-" she waved him off, still not giving a solid answer as she flounced away. Ollie sighed deeply, turning to walk into the room. The classroom was set up so that instead of tables, there were separate desks neatly lined up in rows, and Ollie bee-lined for the seat beside Stiles, who looked ready to fall asleep. 

 Stiles's eyes widened. "You're here?" 

 Ollie grinned, before grimacing. God, he really has to stop trying to smile, it hurts like a bitch. "Why, hello, Stilinski, it's good to know that I am loved." 

 Stiles huffed. "Fine-" he twisted into his face into an over-exagerrated grin, speaking in a loud tone. "Oliver! The love of my life, the one true meaning for my happiness-"   

 "Alright, I got the message." He sat down in the seat next to him, lazily slinging his bag over the back of his chair. "I didn't study for this, so prepare yourself to see me cry." 

 "Don't worry, I'll comfort you," Stiles drawled, making Ollie smile to himself as he tried in vain to organize his belongings. Scott walked in, taking a seat at the front of the classroom with a sullen expression. Ollie cocked an eyebrow. "Who pissed in his cornflakes?" 

 "Allison broke up with him," Stiles explained, and Ollie's eyes widened slightly, glancing a few rows back, where Allison was sitting. She also looked like her puppy just died, with her head leaned down, her hair spilling over her shoulders as she stared at her desk. Oliver winced, turning back to Stiles. "I thought they were already married?"  

 "Yeah, apparently she is a 'Scott whisperer'," Stiles scoffed. His tone informed Ollie that he had a whole lot more to vent about, but refrained from doing so since they were ninety percent sure that Scott could hear them right now. He shot Ollie a look that didn't need words to decipher. "I'll tell you later." 

 He nodded, turning to face the front right as Harris entered the classroom. He caught sight of Oliver and Stiles sitting next to each other, and immediately sighed. "Mister Sanchez, I wasn't expecting you back so soon." 

 "You sound disappointed," Ollie teased, his lips twisting into a teasing grin. He loves picking on Harris, and since he almost died in this classroom no more than three days ago, he figured that he deserved a little bit more of being a sassy little shit. "I thought you'd be happy to see me." 

 Harris rolled his eyes. "Forgive me if I'm not jumping with joy-" he shuffled the papers in his hand, beginning to hand them out. "Alright, let's get started-" 

 When he passed Ollie, he scowled, only earning a bigger grin from the boy, trying to hide how much that hurt him. As soon as he passed, he let his smile fall and winced, brushing his hand over his stitches. 

 Stiles was immediately on edge. "Are you okay?" 

 "Yeah, the pain is worth fucking with Harris." 

 "Alright, this test is worth forty-five percent of your grade," Harris began, clasping his hands in front of his body. "Twenty-five percent of your grade can be earned by simply writing your name on the cover of the blue book. However, as it happens every year, one of you will unexplicably fail to put your name on the cover, and and I'll be left yet again questioning my decision to ever become a teacher. So let's get the disappointment over with.... begin!" 

 Ollie was tempted to not write his name on the blue book just so that Harris would quit, but he cared too much about what his family thought of him, so he scrawled his name on the blue book in his usual messy signature. 

 He flipped over his test, his eyes raking over the first question. Ollie had never been a genius, but he sort of knew what he was doing when it came to chemistry. The only probably was that the dull throbbing from his cheek was kind of distracting, and he didn't have any time to study over the weekend. Maybe Danny was right, he probably could have gotten out of it... 

 Thankfully, a new excuse presented itself as Scott jumped up, storming from the classroom without a word. Stiles followed closely behind, earning an exasperated "Mr. McCall", "Mr Stilinski!" From Harris. 

 The man rounded on him as soon as he jumped from his seat. "Mr. Sanchez don't you dare leave that seat." 

 He gestured vaguely to his face. "I'm sorry, sir, my stitches hurt-"  

 "Don't play that card with me-" 

 "They could tear and I could bleed out right here!" He slowly began walking out of the classroom, as Harris continued to try and prevent him from running out. 

 "You can not bleed out from a -" 

 "Ah, I can feel the pain increasing-" 

 "Oliver Sanchez, I will call your mother-" 

 "My mother is a doctor and she wouldn't appreciate that you are preventing me from getting the needed medical care that I require-"  

 "Sanchez!" 

 Students were beginning to giggle as Oliver slowly backed out of the door, raising his hand in a salute. "Have a wonderful day, Mr. Harris, I'll be right back-" 

 "Oli-" 

 Ollie didn't give him a chance to finish, as he darted from the classroom, slamming the door shut behind him. 

 ***

 Turns out: Oliver should have stayed in the classroom. 

 The only thing he gained from his little run into the locker room was rather morbid news. See, apparently Scott thought that the Alpha didn't kill Oliver because he wanted Scott to do it for him. As if this wasn't fucked up enough, it wasn't just him... He wanted Scott to get rid of his entire old 'pack'. 

 Which means that he's after Stiles too... and Katrin, and Allison, and Lydia-

 Oh, and Jackson, but that didn't concern Ollie quite as much. 

 So now he was on his way to watch the lacrosse practice, since Katrin was driving him home, and she wanted to make sure Scott didn't do anything else extremely supid, and - or potentially fatal. She was filling him in on exactly what happened after they got out of the school. 

 "-So like, Sheriff Stilinski was freaking the fuck out, because you're his favorite or whatever, and he pretty much murdered the paramedic on sight. They put a huge-ass bandage on your face, and then said that they were going to take you to the hospital because only 'certain people' can do facial sutures." She sighed deeply, shaking her head so that the wind would blow her hair behind her shoulders. "Anyways, Nicole was there and she almost started crying. She dug her nails really hard into my arm-" she winced, before glancing at Ollie and grimacing. "Yeah, okay, irrelevant. So then Lydia made another comment about your goddamn jawline-" 

 Ollie unconsciously raked his hand over his jaw, making Katrin roll her eyes. 

 "-and your husband went to yell at the paramedic with Nick and his dad, so Allison walked over to Scott and said something that made him go-" she snapped her fingers, "real depressed, real quick." 

 "That was when Allison broke up with him," Ollie realized, and Katrin nodded. "Uh huh... so what's your news?" 

 "Alright, so Scott is probably going to try and kill us tonight-" 

 Katrin's eyes quickly flew open, and Ollie held his hands out, realizing then and there how terrible he was at giving bad news. "No! It's okay, Stiles and I are gonna lock him up." 

 "He better not get out," Katrin ran her hand through her sleek red hair, "I'm too hot to die." 

 "I'm too hot to die!" 

Before this topic could escalate into an argument, Ollie grunted in surprise as he was tackled. Stiles grinned, practically bouncing up and down in his place, a hug grin spread across his face. "Ollie, Ollie, Ollie!" 

 Oliver smiled back at his friend, "Stiles, Stiles, Stiles!" 

 "I made first line! I can't believe it! This is the best day of my life, I am going to live forever-" 

 "Whoa, slow down," Ollie put his hands on Stiles's arms to try and control his bouncing. He laughed slightly at his friend's childlike excitement. "That's great, Stilinski, good job-" 

 "Bilinski!" Finstock yelled as he walked past, "get over here!" 

 Oliver's eyebrows furrowed, "Did he just call you 'Bilinski'?"

 "Oh yeah, that's my name now, call me anything else and I will punch you in the head," Stiles smiled, quickly kissing Ollie's cheek before turning to jog over to where the team was already warming up. 

 Katrin rose her eyebrow at him as they continued their walk, and he threw his hands into the air. "What?" 

 "Do you... like boys?" 

He didn't say anything for a second, he just stared at his cousin. Truth be told: he had no idea what to say. "I thought you thought I was Lydia Martin's side-hoe?" 

"Oh, I still think that," she laughed, "I'm not asking if you're gay, I'm asking if you like boys, it's a completely different thing-" she lifted a finger to point to Stiles, who happened to trip and fall on his face at the exact time they turned to look at him. "More specifically, that boy." 

 "What?" A defensive tone crept to Ollie's face as he crossed his arms over his chest. "Stiles? You're asking if I like Stiles?" A laugh slipped past his lips, "I guess I should say Biles now-" 

 It was obvious that he was trying to change the subject, so Katrin just went along with it, although she held in her smirk, "yeah, okay." 

 Ollie was still flustered when they reached the bleachers, Lydia Martin perched near the top. Katrin groaned, muttering something that was probably not very nice under her breath as Ollie sat next to her. Lydia's gaze brightened. "Ollie! How's your face? Are you okay?" 

 He smiled, "I'm fine, how's your-" he gestured vaguely at the girl, "emotional injuries, doing?" 

 Lydia giggled. "I don't really have many. Although I am still fully adament on getting Scott to pay for our therapy." 

 Ollie snorted as Katrin sighed deeply, tossing her hair over her shoulder and staring at the field. Lydia glanced over Ollie's shoulder, "hi, Katrin." 

 She spared her a short glance. "Hey." 

 Ollie suddenly felt like he was seated in the middle of a battlefield, although that was probably the closest thing the two girls have ever come to a positive interaction. He nodded slightly, folding his arms in front of his body and awkwardly shifting in his seat. 

 Thankfully, he was saved from a slightly awkward atmosphere by Scott beginning his murdering spree!

 Ollie didn't even fully see what happened, all he knew was that one second, Scott was running with the stupid-ass lacrosse ball, and the next he was knocking Danny to the ground by a harsh stick to the face. Ollie winced, immediately jumping up from his spot. Katrin muttered something about hanging someone under her breath, but nevertheless followed as the cousins jogged over to the forming crowd. 

 "Danny!" Ollie called, physically shoving some scrawny red-head out of the way. Danny tugged his helmet off his face, blood already starting to ooz out of his nose. Oliver blanched, "dude, are you okay?" 

 "What?"

 Ollie stood up, stomping over to Scott, who had begun to walk away as Katrin took his place and played doctor. "Hey!" He shouted, a hot feeling seeping into his chest with his anger. He knew that Scott was having a 'rough day', but he just hurt Danny- and everyone likes Danny. He gestured sharply to the crowd as Stiles jogged up behind them. "What the hell was that?" 

 Scott scowled in response, "he's twice my size." 

 "Yeah, well it would still hurt to get bashed in the head by a fuckin' baseball bat!" 

"Why do you care!" He snapped, darting his arms out to shove Ollie backward slightly, his eyes burning holes into his face. "It's not my fault you're like in love with him or something-" 

 "What the fuck are you talking about?" Ollie shoved him back, his stitches beginning to hurt from how hard he was glaring. Stiles stood nervously off to the side, looking like he wanted nothing more than to jump off of the nearest bridge. Instead, he ran forward, quickly stepping in between the boys before one of them could punch anything, or Scott could go full-fledged wolf. "Hey! Just calm down!" 

 He waited a second, before turning to Stiles. "Dude, everyone loves Danny. Now, everyone's gonna hate you." 

 "I don't care." Scott spat, before turning and stalking away, leaving Oliver to wonder if he was in over his head. 

 A/N:

Did anyone get my Mean Girls reference, there?

You guys, I need to calm down because STOLIVER IS HAPPENING IT IS HAPPENING SLOWLY BUT IT'S HAPPENING I NEED TO CHILL-

 Anyway, thank you all for reading, and have a great day!