{2.4}

"Sabotage"

***

"Whaddup, bitches?" 

Jackson jumped as Katrin slammed her tray down on the table, grinning like she didn't have any dangerous weapons in her bag. Ollie sighed, smiling at Danny and sitting next to him since he is the only person at the table he isn't awkward with. 

 The cousins both had their own form of an obnoxious grin on their face's, well aware that Scott and Stiles were staring at them from a few tables over. Lydia immediately sat up straighter, her eyes boring holes into Ollie's very soul. "Oliver." 

 He winced, raising a hand. "Hey, Lydia." 

 He paused, trying for an innocent smile. "You look nice." 

 She huffed, but didn't say anything else, fighting to keep the smile from her face. 

 "What are you doing?" Jackson asked, eyeing the cousins conservatively, his nose wrinkling. "Why aren't you with McCall?" 

 "You act as if you're not happy to see us," Oliver teased, earning a scowl in response. Allison's gaze shifted nervously between Katrin and Ollie. The redhead grinned. "Hi, Allison." 

 She chuckled nervously. "Hey, Katrin." 

 The girl herself tilted her head to catch Ollie's gaze, discreetly nudging her head in Jackson's direction. His head was lowered slightly, although his lips were moving as if he was talking to himself. Ollie glanced over his shoulder, seeing Scott and Stiles furiously whispering to each other. He rolled his eyes. They were obviously trying - and failing - to make it look like they couldn't hear what he was saying. 

 He cleared his throat. "Hey Jackson!" 

 The boy raised his head with a scowl. "What do you want, Sanchez?" 

 Ollie scrambled for something to say. "Um- quaterfinals are tonight, right? Are you-" he swallowed, "excited, for that?" 

 Jackson's eyebrows furrowed. "I guess-" 

 "He's ready," Lydia cut in, patting Jackson's arm and smiling at Ollie. He relaxed, maybe she wasn't still mad at him. "How's Scott doing? You know, since he's the co-captain." 

 Jackson's frown deepened, "I'll be right back," he muttered, standing up. Katrin and Oliver shared a look, but Ollie knew how sketchy it would be for them to immediately follow Jackson, so he leaned back slightly in his seat. "Um-" 

 "The winter formal is coming up!" Katrin jumped in, practically oozing with false-enthusiasm. Lydia actually did smile at that, tapping Allison's arm. "Yes! We have to go dress shopping!" She turned to Katrin. "You should come too!" 

 Her smile fell. "I should what?" 

 Ollie took that as his time to leave, muttering something about going to the bathroom and beelining for the drink machines. He could see Jackson leaning against one of them, a cruel smirk on his face as he whispered to Scott, who was beginning to look more and more aggravated. 

 "Hey!" Ollie lightly pushed his arm. Jackson's head whipped up, and Ollie glanced nervously at his friends. "What are you doing?" 

 "I think you know exactly what I'm doing, Sanchez." 

 Oliver frowned, inhaling deeply and forcing himself to not look over at Scott and Stiles. Okay, so he was right... Jackson definitely knows. "Just... leave him alone, okay? You have no idea what you're messing with here." 

 "I know what I want," was the coy response. "And I know how to get it. So I would advise you to get out of my way."  

 The good thing about this whole situation was that Oliver has never been the kind of person to do what he was told. "Just back off."

 Jackson took a step forward, but before he could say anything, he was shoved back. Katrin popped up between them, her arms crossed over her chest as she stared Jackson down. It was actually quite a funny sight, since Jackson was almost double her size. She grinned fakely, waving her hand in a wave. "I think it's time for you to go now, buh-bye." 

 As the two turned away, Ollie lowered his voice. "What are we supposed to do about him?" 

 "I don't know, but I know that he will be alone with Allison at the pools after school." 

 "So?" 

 "So-" she shot him a look. "I hope you have a bathing suit." 

 ***

 "I would rather shoot myself than do this right now." 

 Ollie was shivering from top to bottom, wearing nothing but swim trunks as he followed Katrin into the pools. He got cold very easily, and it didn't help that he was half naked in the middle of winter. 

 "Stop shivering, we live in California." She shot back, although she was also rubbing her arms, her long hair cascading down her back. "Here's the plan. We don't let them talk to each other at all." 

 "That is a terrible plan!" 

 "Well it works!" She defended. "He can't tell her anything if he can't talk to her." 

"Well-" he pointed to the end of the large pool, were Jackson and Allison were currently speaking, dangling their bodies into the water as they conversed. Katrin scowled as Ollie's teeth chattered together. "How do you see that far?" 

 "Since I don't sleep my senses aren't senses." 

 Katrin snorted, grabbing his arm and dragging him halfway down the length of the pool. He was prepared to walk the full way, but jumped when Katrin let go of his arm, proceeding to jump into the water in a way that should not have been so graceful. 

 Ollie mumbled something unelidgable under his breath as Katrin resurfaced, her hair pastered to her arms like a blanket as she grinned. She winked, "don't be a loser, Ols." She teased, wiggling her eyebrows. "It's for the greater good!" 

 Oliver scowled, cursing lightly under his breath, before jumping into the cold water. He surfaced almost immediately, shaking his head like a dog and shivering. "H-Holy sh-shit it's c-cold." 

 Katrin rolled her eyes. "It's really not," she mused, flashing her cousin a teasing grin. "You're just a wimp." 

 "I am a person who likes being warm!" 

"Shut up-" she pointed at Allison, who was currently bashfully brushing a strand of hair from her face like she was doing some sort of hair-care commercial. "Go flirt with her." 

 "What?" Ollie demanded, his tone aghast. "I'm not going to flirt with Scott's ex girlfriend!" 

 Katrin sighed deeply, annoyance practically oozing from every pore of her being. "We don't have time for your 'bro code' bullshit! It's not like you actually like her-" she winked. "Unless her name is secretly Stiles Stilinski." 

 Oliver could feel his jaw drop open and his heartbeat speed up. He could think of a million things to say to her to make it sound like a joke, but his mouth would only speak one word: "What?" 

  Katrin smirked, floating on her back. "Do you think I'm an idiot? Because- OLIVER SANCHEZ!" 

 If Jackson and Allison didn't know they were there before, they sure as hell did now. Oliver had dunked his head under water, swimming in the opposite direction as fast as he could in order to avoid that conversation. He resurfaced, his lungs burning from how long he had held his breath, and reached out to grab the ledge in between Allison and Jackson. 

 He coughed, turning to smile at the two, although his voice was slightly strained. "Hi." 

 "You son of a -" Katrin shoved her cousin's head underwater, plastering her own form of a charming grin on her face as she turned to the other two. "Oh hey guys, what are you doing here?" 

 Allison shot them a confused look as Oliver popped back into sight, his hair plastered to his forehead as he gasped for air. "Stop trying to murder me!" 

 "Then stop being a lying piece of trash!" 

 "What are you guys doing here?" Jackson demanded, his tone a mixture of annoyed and downright confused as his gaze shifted between the two. 

 Allison blinked. "Do you... swim?"

 "I'm amazing at swimming," Katrin placed her hand on her chest as emphasis, before gesturing to Ollie. "Oscar over here? Not so much." 

 Ollie made a mental note to never let Katrin hang out with Derek ever again. He scowled, "is that Oscar thing catching on?" 

 "Hush, Oscar." 

 While Ollie wasn't exactly sure what the original objective of this mission was, he was one hundred percent positive that something went wrong along the way. He was tempted to just go and drown himself to prevent Allison from thinking he was some sort of weird stalker or whatever, but he did promise Scott that he wouldn't let Jackson say anything to the girl, so he winced. "'Sup, guys?" 

 "What?" 

 Oliver sent Katrin a "please mercy kill me" look, that she responded to with a smirk. 

 Oliver hated being awkward. Usually he could think of things to say right off of the top of his head, but now, he was running a blank, and he could feel himself blushing. He shook his head to try and get his cheeks to turn less red, ruffling his soaking wet hair. "Me odio a mi mismo." 

 Apparently their goal had been met in the most roundabout way possible, as Allison slowly began to back away. "I actually have to go-" she glanced over Ollie's shoulder to Jackson, who looked like he was contemplating all of the ways he could murder someone in the middle of a public pool and not be seen. "Bye!" 

 Jackson raised his hand, forcing his mouth into a smile that even looked fake to Ollie. He only let it fall when Allison was out of hearing distance, growling and shoving Ollie's head underwater. "What the hell!" 

 "Why does everyone keep trying to drown me?" Oliver demanded, pinching his nose at the headache that was forming behind his eyes. "I am not a good swimmer!" 

 The two completely ignored him. Katrin leaned forward, her face contorted into a glower as she jabbed her finger into Jackson's chest. "You need to back off of Allison."

 "Why? You're afraid I'm gonna tell her Scott's little secret?" He cocked an eyebrow, tilting his head to the side as if he was asking a legitimate question. "Don't worry, guys, she doesn't know a thing." 

 "Yeah, we know, you stupid fuck-" Ollie hissed, glancing over his shoulder and hoisting his elbow up onto the ledge of the pool in an attempt to stop being drowned. He only saw Jackson finding out, not Allison. And he probably would have seen something by now if she knew... or, at least, if she was planning on rubbing it in Scott's face that she knew. "-Just leave her alone, okay? I'm not exactly sure what your big plan is here, but there's no need to bring Allison into it." 

 "That's where you're wrong." Jackson lowered his voice. "McCall is going to get me what I want. And if he doesn't-" he gestured to Allison, who had snatched up her bag and was hurrying out of the pools. "-Then I'm going to take what he wants."

 ***

 "I'm gonna kill him! I'm going to shoot him with my crossbow!" 

 "I'm going to beat him to death with my goddamn baseball bat!" 

 To say that Oliver and Katrin were mad was a bit of an understatement. The halls of the school had mostly cleared, so they were free to voice their murder plans out loud. Katrin was scowling so deeply that it probably hurt her face, and Ollie was muttered various forms of Spanish curse words under his breath, occasionally kicking his foot against the floor and almost tripping. 

Although Ollie was pretty sure that they were mad for different reasons. 

"They're acting like Allison is a trophey!" Katrin exclaimed. "She can make her own decisions, and if she knew what was going on, she would ditch both of those sorry assholes!" 

 "Would she actually believe him if he told her?" Ollie wondered aloud. "It sounds pretty ridiculous doesn't it? I mean, the hunters can't kill Scott if they don't know who he is..." his frown deepened. "Would they kill me too? Jackson doesn't know about me does he?" 

 "I mean, sure, she's hot, but she's also a good person, right? She has bigger problems in her life than what asshole wants to date her I'm sure!" 

 "Oh my God- are there psychic hunters?" 

 They're external thoughts were cut off by the faint sound of a female voice coming from around the corner. The two froze, concerned that someone heard them ranting about something that shouldn't exist. However, when Ollie peeked his head around the corner, all he saw was Lydia. 

 She kept sniffling like she was about to cry, but seemed more mad than upset as she furiously tore things out of her locker, shoving them into a nearby garbage can and cursing under her breath. Ollie furrowed his eyebrows, gesturing for Katrin to wait for him in the car, and walked forward. "Hey, are you okay?" 

 Lydia's head whipped up. There was mascara smudged under her eyes, but no other sign that she was even remotely sad, as she cleared her throat and squared her shoulders, trying for a smile that looked more like a grimace. "Oh, Ollie, hi-"

 The boy took a few steps forward, leaning against the lockers and cocking an eyebrow, crossing his arms. His shirt was slightly wet, which made his skin itch, although he did his best to ignore it. "What's wrong?" 

 "Nothing, nothing's wrong." She shook her head, running a hand through her strawberry-blonde hair. "I'm just cleaning some things out of my locker and-" her voice caught in her throat at the disbelieving look Ollie shot her, and she sighed deeply. "Jackson just broke up with me. Over text."

 Ollie's face changed in an instant. On one hand, he had another thing to add to his list of things to murder Jackson about... on the other hand, Lydia seriously looked like she was hanging on by a thread. 

 So he held out his arms expectantly. The girl sniffed once, before stepping into them, leaning her head against his chest and wrapping her arms around his stomach. "He called me dead weight," she muttered, her voice slightly muffled by Ollie's shirt. "Like I was nothing to him at all." 

 "I'm sorry," he said, leaning his cheek on top of Lydia's head. "He's an asshole, we both know it." 

 "I know, it's just-" she sniffed again, refusing to cry, which Ollie got. Jackson may be a grade A bitch, but they had also been dating for as long as he could remember. 

 "I can kill him if you want." 

 Lydia laughed, her shoulders rising as she stepped away, fixing her hair. "I wouldn't want to put that on your conscious." 

 "It's really no big deal, I was already planning on doing it anyway," he grinned. "Is there anything I can do?" 

 She paused. "Come with me to the winter formal."

 Ollie's eyes widened. That was definitely not what he was expecting her to say. "What?" 

 "Unless you already have a date-" she held out her hands. "You can come with me to the winter formal. You know, so we both have a hot date." 

 He laughed nervously. "Would it make up for me ditching you the other night." 

 "Totally, but you have to ask me." 

 He chuckled, leaning his head back. Honestly, what did he have to lose? He liked Lydia, she was cool, and her asshat boyfriend did just become a bigger asshat... plus, he did feel bad for ditching her... 

 He spread out his arms, speaking in an over-exagerrated voice. "Lydia Martin! Would you do the great honor of being my date to the winter formal?"

 The girl giggled. "Of course." 

She hugged him again, her nose furrowing. "Why's your shirt wet?" 

 "I was just pushed into a pool, it's a long story." 

 "Oh, cool." 

 And that was that.