Like a feeling of deja-vu, William finds himself running to his professor's office to submit his reprinted assignment in less than 5 minutes. His whole day was spent on this one thing and William is really really close to calling it and just dropping dead. This time, there's no tall blond green-eyed asshole to bump into, fortunately.
"Michaela!" William calls out when he reaches the office. "Please tell me I made it."
The girl laughs. "You did," she says. But before William can even breathe a sigh of relief, The TA frowns as if she's just remembered a thing. "William... uh... it seems Oliver submitted your paper, for you."
William stops. Can the earth swallow me now? He throws up his paper in the air and takes many steps backward. His eyes sting with tears that will remain unshed because he's not going to stoop to that level and allow that asshole to win again. Why the hell did he not tell him?
He has many questions, but all he can muster is a small "What?"
Michaela shifts and smiles apologetically, glancing sideways and back. "Yeah... he brought it in shortly after you left and said he was gonna tell you. Did he not?"
"No," William says. Of course, he didn't. And why would he? That insufferable jerk! "But thank you."
Why did Oliver submit his work and NOT tell him? He had all the chances? He had all the time in the world to not make William run around campus like a mad man. Was it because of the fucking hoodie?
William bites his lips as tears sting his eyes, threatening to fall. He breathes in, and out, body shaking as he does though. Not once in his life has he been this infuriated. Not once in his life had he met such an annoying person before and he was going to let that son of a bitch have it!
Still, amidst all his anger, William manages to let out a sigh as he walks out of the office, closing the door behind him. His shoulders sag as if the weight of the world has been lifted off. The fact that Oliver went through the pain of submitting his paper makes him slightly embarrassed and ashamed for speaking to the man so rudely. Even he understands why Oliver did not say a thing. And frankly, William knows he would have done the same, if not worse.
And now he feels so bad for his attitude. He should have remained calm and collected. After all, it was simply a misunderstanding.
William stands in front of his professor's office, hands on his waist as he thinks about his options. He wants to do everything but go back to that damned fraternity house. He'd much rather be in his apartment, sleeping the evening off before meeting up with Alyssa. Anything but that.
So why do his legs carry him all the way to West Campus?
William takes in a deep breath when he stands in front of the dark green door that is becoming familiar to him. He raises his hand, preparing to knock on the door. Why is he here? It isn't to return the hoodie, obviously as he's still wearing it. He thinks that he should return it at this point though, after all. It's the least he can do.
It's so comfortable to wear though.
William groans and rolls his eyes. The only reason he kept wearing the hoodie was because of how comfortable it was and that it had a nice smell. But it's not his so he definitely has to bring it back.
Just as he makes to knock on the door, it's swung open and William jumps back.
"You again." That damned voice, William thinks. "What do you want now? You're obviously not here to return my hoodie," Oliver says bitterly as his eyes narrow at William. The tall man crosses his arms and leans against the door frame.
William wonders what is so special about the damned hoodie. Other than how comfortable it felt, how soft it was to wear, and how incredibly warm it made him feel on the cold nights he wore it... he couldn't think of any other reason. He sighs. "You talk a lot, you know that?"
"Wow. More insults. Can't say I'm surprised."
William really wants to roll his eyes. This guy is so annoying but he has to be calm. He's in the wrong here, not Oliver. He has to remember why he's here. "I came to apologize."
Oliver scoffs and stares at William in amusement. "Seriously?" His brows jerk up.
"Don't." Please, let me speak before I decide you're not worth it. "I'm sorry for how I treated you earlier. Sure, I was angry that you accused me wrongly for stealing your hoodie because I didn't... but I understand that you couldn't have known since Jason was fully drunk that night and probably had no recollection of what happened," William explains. "I could have explained it nicely so, I am sorry and I'd like to make it up to you."
Oliver stares at William silently for a moment and nods. "You can start by giving it back."
William nods. "I will. Once I get it washed." He's not about to let Oliver know that he's worn the hoodie for almost three days.
"And you also have to buy me dinner," Oliver orders. William doesn't see a way out of it so he agrees. "At Paak's Sushi Palace."
"Dude! That place is expensive as fuck!" William groans angrily. He feels bad but not that bad. Not bad enough to spend 70 dollars on freaking sushi!
"Take it or leave it," Oliver states, leaving no room for negotiations.
Again, he's got a one-up on William. William wants to be angry, he is- but he wants to show Oliver just how annoyed he is by taking back his apology and just leaving. But he's trying to be the bigger person, to be nice. To repay Oliver's kindness so he nods with a smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes.
"Fine. You'll get your Paak's sushi. Anything else?"
Oliver pursed his lips. He cocks his head and smirks. "Tonight. At 7. You have to take me there."
"Not tonight." Where is he going with this?
"Then no deal."
Did I say insufferable? Because at this point he's running out of words to describe Oliver. He knows he can't win here. He'd just have to find a way out with Alyssa.
Thoughts on the story so far? I know it's a short story but I'd really like some feedback :)
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