{2.8}

"Shit"

***

"Called it! I fucking called it, I am the smartest person who has ever lived you peasants can bow down to me." 

Oliver jumped approximately one thousand feet in the air at the new voice that cut into the previous silence of the hallway. In his jumpscare, he put his hand on Stiles's chest and shoved him away so that the boy lost his footing and awkwardly stumbled into the lockers. 

 Katrin had a devilish grin on her face, her entire body seeming to just ooze from the size of her ego as she reached her hand up to point at Ollie, who could feel his face slowly heating up more and more, until it felt like he stuck his head into a furnace. Katrin danced forward, grabbing Stiles's pink cheeks and cackling like a witch. "Ha, ha! Yes, Stilinski! Get some, boy! I could kiss you!" She threw her head back, laughing again. "But I'll leave that to my dear cousin!" She did a little dance in the spot, something that was quite impressive considering the height of her heels. 

 Ollie pinched the bridge of his nose, his heart still pounding so hard that he could feel it in his throat. "Katrin, what are you doing?" 

 "Oh, I'm not important at all. In fact, I'll go jump off of a bridge, you guys stay here and resume-" 

 "KATRIN!" 

 "Fuck!" She threw her arms in the air in mock-surrender, her lips still pulled in a shit-eating grin. "Jesus, Ollie-pop, that was an unexpected bout of emotion. I came to look for you because Lydia dipped to go look for Jackson." 

 Stiles's eyes furrowed together as he stuffed his hands into his pockets, averting his eyes from the cousins. "Where did Jackson go?" 

"Probably to hell, where he rightfully belongs." 

 "Can't argue with that." 

 Katrin, instead of continuing to relentlessly fangirl - as Oliver predicted she would - turned her head, her eyebrows pinching together in confusion. "Huh, nevermind, I guess he decided to make a guest appearance." 

 Oliver's eyebrows shot up on his head as he spotted Jackson running down the hall towards them. He skidded to a halt, bent over and huffing for air like he had just run a marathon. His cheeks were red, and he seemed slightly offbalance.  

 "There you are," Katrin lightly punched the boy's shoulders, causing him to almost topple to the ground. "Are you drunk? Where's Lydia, did she ever find you?"

 The boy didn't respond, he just continued with his heavy breathing exercises as his eyes drifted between Stiles and Ollie. The boys shared a nervous look, Ollie speaking up as he took a step closer, his tone hard. "Jackson. Where is Lydia? What's wrong?" 

"I- I was out behind the school. A-A-And I was out-" 

 "I don't give a shit!" Oliver exclaimed, rolling his eyes. Stiles walked forward, giving Jackson an annoyed look. "Dude, what happened?" 

 Jackson didn't answer, he just kept on stuttering out nonsense replies that really weren't doing much for Ollie's nerves. The Puerto-Rican boy could feel his heart begin to pound, a sick feeling growing in the pit of his stomach. Jackson looked scared. 

 "Behind the school," he mumbled, before turning to look at Stiles. An unspoken mutual agreement passed between the two boys, as at the exact same moment they turned and sprinted down the hall the way Jackson came, Ollie just praying that Lydia wasn't dead. 

 *** 

 Lydia sure looked like she was dead. 

 It wasn't obvious what exactly happened at first glance, but Oliver still felt his blood run cold when he saw Lydia slumped in a heap on the ground in the middle of the football - sorry, lacrosse - field. A large figure stood over her, and you didn't need to be a genius to know that it was Peter Hale. 

 "Lydia!" Stiles yelled, although the call only proved Ollie's theory that the girl was unconscious, as all that it did was turn Peter Hale's grueling smile onto the two boys.

"Don't kill her!" Was apparently the first thing that Stiles could think to yell, while Ollie ran right up to Lydia, throwing away any worry that Peter was probably going to skewer him as he took in the bloody gashes that ran along Lydia's arm. 

However, before Ollie could check just how alive Lydia was, a foot on his chest sent him sprawling to the ground. The kick was sudden, and the blunt force made the air force itself out of the boys lungs, leaving him turned on his side, gasping and coughing in both pain and surprise. 

 "What the fuck?" Stiles demanded, turning his attention briefly from Lydia to kneel by Ollie, resting a hand on his back as the Puerto-Rican boy sat up. "What's your problem?!" 

Peter Hale didn't even look remotely phased, he just took a step over Lydia's body to stare down at Oliver. "Well, I think that seeing what will happen to Miss Martin will be a fun surprise, won't it?" He mused, observing his fingernails like they were just a couple of dudes having a regular conversation. "We can't have Oliver ruining that surprise." 

 "You're fucked up!" The boy exclaimed, his hands curled into fists as Peter smirked, his eyes running over the red cut still prominent on Ollie's face. "Just leave us alone!" 

 "I'm afraid not," Peter took another step towards Ollie and Stiles, the latter practically dragging the other boy off of the ground so they could stand. Peter grinned maliciously, running his tongue over his teeth. "You see, I am personally a big fan of surprises."

Ollie glared at him with as much hate as he could muster, so much that he was surprised when Peter didn't literally disingrate in front of him. "Just go howl at the moon or something, okay? We don't have time for any of your bullshit." 

 Stiles, however, had a much different reaction. His eyes widened to the point that it seemed playful, and he began tapping Oliver's chest. "Ollie, you have to go." 

 "What?" 

 "You have to go now." 

"What are you talking about?" 

 Peter took another half-step forward, making Stiles practically drag Ollie a few steps backward, only succeeding in confusing the poor boy further. "Stiles! What's wrong?" 

 Peter grinned. "I have to give you, props, Stiles. You're smarter than I thought." 

 Stiles obviously didn't know how to respond to that, as he just kept tapping on Ollie's chest. "Run." 

 "I'm not running, dipshit." 

"Don't run, Oliver." Peter took another step forward, stretching out his hand like it was in pain. "That makes my job so much harder-" 

 Then it hit him. Katrin had said it in the parking lot of the hospital, words that rolled off his shoulders because he was too busy being pissed at Stiles. Peter wanted him dead, he didn't want him to get information and give it to the wrong side of the war. 

 He wanted him gone. 

 Ollie froze, staring at Peter as the realization settled over him. The man grinned, showcasing his teeth that seemed just slightly too sharp to be human. 

 He turned to Stiles. "I'm sorry." 

 "Don't be. Go." 

 "I love you."

"I love you too, go!" 

 Ollie swallowed, turning on his heel and turning to sprint away into the darkness. 

 A/N:

guys i know this is short the only reason i posted it is because i wouldn't have for another month if i didn't lmao. 

anyway, next chapter will be very hot so brace yourselves-

dedicated to my bae kenzie just because i love you so much and you deserve the world <33

thanks for reading!