Chase's pale face turns red with embarrassment. Oliver notice a fresh bright bluish purple bruise on his neck just beneath his jaw. He looked tensed. his mustard hood and blue pants, dirty with mud and few shoe marks. it seemed like some one had kicked his guts out.
who did this to him?
"milk." Oliver spoke silently handing him over the carton.
"How are you doing?" what are those bruises about?
"is this something to mock about?" Chase voice was harsh and cold just like always which made him, Chase Adams.
"wha- sorry?" Oliver spoked confused.
Chase batted a few eye brows at him before shoving the bill to his face.
"it's not your problem ass-hole" he said.
"Right." Oliver spoke. a muscle in his jaw tensed.
who ever did this to him he did just right. thought Oliver.
but why was he so worried about it?
He started to walk out of the store before Chase chased after him and held Oliver by his arm.
Oliver turned to face him.
he noticed a slight cut across Chase's face. the bruise on his neck was clear purple. some part of Oliver wanted to touch it and ask him; who did this to him. did it hurt?
Chase's cruel brown eyes were nearly dark in the night, his were black against his pale skin.
"Cha-"
"Let anyone know, and i will ruin your life. you wont be able to show your face at high-school"
Now Oliver wanted to give him a matching Bruise.
"I'm not buying your threats, Chase."
He held loose his arm from Chase's grip, before leaving the store.
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Why was Chase all so worked up because I saw him, working at the store. ofcorse he was the high-school Jock and he was popular. he didn't wanted his reputation ruined because of a random boy he bullies. who would even believe Oliver, even if he told so?
where did that bruise come from?
a question he started to ask himself after that moment. He seemed hurt.
What had happened? why was Oliver so worried for him?
"Oliver." his mother interrupted his thoughts. she was standing in the door way to his room. he didn't hear her open the door.
"yes mother?" Oliver asked her sitting straight.
"what were you thinking?"
"pardon?"
"you didn't seem to hear me call for you to dinner and you didn't notice me open your rooms door. what were you thinking?"
"nothing important." Chase. I was thinking about Chase.
"want dinner? I made pasta" she smiled
"no mum, not hungry."
"But- Pasta is your favorite, Darling."
"I don't want to eat right now, mom."
"Oh okay." she smiled before vanishing in the door way.
Oliver sighed and throwing himself to the bed.
all He know was he was about to fuck things up in school tomorrow.
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