"What do you mean? weird?" Cloe shuddered as both of them entered the Lunch room.
Oliver shrugged "I don't know, he went from torturing and bullying me to flirting with me"
Cloe had laughed "Oliver, take that Bi-Heart of yours locked"
"Shut Up, Cloe." both of them sat at their usual seat.
Cloe munched on her sandwich while Oliver fiddled with the fork.
"I met him in the grocery store yesterday." Olive said silently.
"hmm, he would be buying a box of condoms. Nothing new." Cloe said munching on her sandwich
Oliver scoffed
"I saw him working at the store." Oliver emended
Cloe's green eyes widen and she stopped munching on her food
"Working?" she repeated
Oliver nodded
"isn't he some rich dude who has a pampered ass?" Cloe asked
Oliver shrugged
"I don't know. he was badly injured." Oliver explained.
"Don't Care about that shit-hole"
Oliver took a bite of his pasta
"I don't-" Oliver started
"Hope, My baby koala!" he heard from just a small distance
"UGH- Chase please. leave me alone" Oliver sighed
"How can I? my Koala looks cute munching all that pasta" He cooed
"Mind if I take a seat?" he said dragging the chair from another table to Oliver's Table
"I think we didn't allow you to sit" Cloe spat
"I think I didn't ask you anyway" Chase gave her a smirk and sat next to Oliver
"Well, Oliver didn't want you to sit either"
"as per my hearing ability's, Cloe Darling. He didn't protest either. he was silent which means he wanted me to."
here he goes out-smarting himself.
"How do you know what he wants?"
"Oh how about a story?" Chase placed his head on his palms grinning at Oliver
"Cloe it's okay. Chase don't you dare say a word, when I start to tell a story, I bet whole of the cafeteria would be interested" Oliver threatened
"From where did baby koala learn to threat?"
"from you"
"Good. I am good at other things too." Chase smirked
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Oliver reached the Hall after all his Classes were done. he was ready to go home and sleep.
"Hey!" Chase had run to him.
Oliver stopped in his way and turned to see Chase.
"Damn, you walk fast." He complained catching his breath.
"What do you want?"
"you."
"What?" Oliver's eyes widen. he felt his lungs squeeze out all of air.
Chase started to laugh clutching his stomach
"It was a Joke. I want your number"
"No."
"Hey! No one rejects me like that"
"That makes me Oliver Hope."
"We need to fix a time to hang out so I help you with your project. we have 6 days left."
Oliver stood there silent. as if thinking for a proposal.
"Why is it so difficult to give me your number?" Chase had interrupted him.
"Fine." he groaned.
"Give me your phone" Oliver asked
Chase handed him his phone. he dialed up his number and gave Chase, his phone
"Here. Now I have to leave." He said before hurrying up to the doors
He found Cloe sitting on the school stairs with a girl he instantly recognized.
Dark emo hairs, purple strands and a beautiful dark skin against the golden sunlight, Sasha.
Oliver had smiled at her when there eyes met. she smiled back
"I'll be over Sasha's place tonight. Mum knows" Cloe said
"Okay, have a nice day" he nodded and left.
Oliver went to the cabin first. unlocking it he had cleaned the floor, organized his dresser with video games he bought just a week before.
he entered his House at 7:30 exposed with loud chattering and laughing noises.
"Oliver meet your mum's friend, Juliette. I invited her for dinner today." His mother smiled. his mother was wearing a dark velvet dress with matching pearl ear-rings .
"Good day miss" Oliver greeted to the women who sat on the couch awkwardly smiling. she wore a brown coat over a black dress. her hairs were darkest black against her pale skin.
"Good day, Oliver" She gave a warm smile.
"Mum, I'll be sleeping in my room" He said
his mother gave him an awkward smile
"ah, okay" she replied
Oliver entered his room tired to think of anything other than sleep. he placed his bag on his desk and took out his easy trousers and a comfortable shirt. he striped off his shirt and trousers before wearing his comfortable ones.
He threw himself on his bed glancing at the corner he almost screamed.
at the corner of his wall there sat a black haired boy, his Dark black eyes scanning Oliver.
"Nice boxers, Hope."
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