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\^-^/ For my OC Story that is basically gay enemies to lovers but with characters I cherish, so if it sounds like something you'd like please give it a try!!

Intro

Chapter one

Chapter two

Chapter three

Chapter four

Chapter five

Chapter six

Chapter seven

Chapter eight

Chapter nine

Chapter ten

Chapter eleven

Chapter twelve

Chapter thirteen

Chapter fourteen

Chapter fifteen

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Oliver (15)

I was walking around, trying to find Mason. I had just finished a math quiz he was going to take in the next period, so I wanted to give him a heads up on what to study. What I didn’t expect was to hear his voice coming from the bathroom right next to me. I turned around to go in, but then heard the contents of the conversation. 

“Dude, what's your problem? All you do is cause trouble. If you just want Taylor go ahead and take her. She’s single now anyways.” Tyler spoke in a very harsh tone, clearly annoyed. 

“When did I ever say I want Taylor? You do realize I know she’s a piece of shit just like you.” I recognized Tyler's voice. 

“That’s the only reason you’re practically stalking Oliver, you and I both know it.” 

“You’re putting words in my mouth. I don’t want Taylor, I’m not stalking Oliver. All I did was enter a bathroom at the same time as you, why are you attacking me?” 

Mason chuckled. “I’m putting words in your mouth? You’re forgetting all the bullshit you spew behind Oliver’s back. Every rumor, you’re at the start of it. Don’t think he doesn’t notice. He’s just too nice to say anything to your face!” 

“What rumors? Dude, I don’t even know you! You just know what the school tells you about me. You don’t know anything other than my name in reality.” Tyler responded coldly. He paused, and then spoke again. This time his tone was like venom. 

“How nice of you to join us, Oliver.” 

I practically heard Mason stiffen, he turned around, meeting my eyes. What I had failed to do was walk away from the doorway. I had been standing there like an idiot the entire time. 

“Oliver?” Mason spoke with caution. Nothing he had said was wrong, but it did sound like he was bullying Tyler. 

There was a pause. A very awkward pause I may add. Which ended with Tyler walking by me, lightly shoving my shoulder, spitting “Go and get your guard dog.” Before leaving. Now it was just Mason and I. 

“Uh. Hi.” I looked at him, still slightly in shock. 

He averted his eyes. Shaking his head, which seemingly returned him to normal, except for the embarrassment painted on his face. “So- what’s up?” He spoke softly. 

“Just came to give you the answers to the math quiz. Well- not answers, but hints. You know I suck at math.” The air was still with the tension. 

“Oh uh, thanks man. Could you send them to me?” He coughed, still looking at the hand dryer on the wall. 

“Yea.. I got you. Okay, cya man” I turned to leave. I got a quiet and quick “cya” from him, that was enough for me to start walking. 

Whose side should I take? Yes, Mason is my best friend and yes he was standing up for me. But at the same time, it seemed completely unprompted, and I just found out yesterday that Tyler was apparently my childhood best friend? Everything had my head spinning. I found a quiet corner and sat down, playing with the charms on my bracelet. No matter what I did, why couldn’t my life just be normal? Now I had to make a decision that would’ve been made in a heartbeat two days earlier. Tyler was a complete jerk to me, so why did I want to take his side? Why did I want to reconnect with him?

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Tyler (14) 

The girl quickly handed the wired microphone to me, I clipped it to my collar. I was now looking at what might record the next month's gossip starter. 

“Alright, it's rolling.” She stated, and then continued to ask me the questions again. 

For the first question, I took a deep breath before responding. 

“About Oliver and Taylor's breakup. I don't have an opinion on it. I'm not close enough with either of them to know the full story, or comfortably comment on it.” That question was tricky, I couldn't pick sides because if I did the school would go into a full on civil war. One thing about our school? They believe everything on the news. 

Then, she asked me about my setting. 

“Since setting is really the make or break for offense in volleyball, I normally meditate before a game. It helps me come to my senses to make the best logical call for my team.” I stated. She looked at me, clearly bored with my responses so far. She then continued with the questions she had asked before. I responded to the third question. 

“Oliver has done an amazing job leading our team. I personally, have never been a people person. I may love the game, but Oliver loves the game and the team equally. It's the start of the season, but I'm sure he'll grow into an amazing captain as we figure out our team's dynamic.” The girl nodded after I finished, as if she agreed. But what did she know? I had never seen this girl before, let alone at volleyball games. 

“For those who need help studying in general, I would suggest studying but not cramming. I normally study one subject, and then go for a walk before starting another. That way my head is fully cleared. Taking a nap also helps because it makes your mind put what you just went over into long term memory. Then you're more likely to remember it in the long run.” That question was the only one that actually related to what she was supposedly interviewing me about. 

“Okay, thank you so much! Is there anything else you would like to add?” She responded, as if hinting I should make a comment about Oliver. 

I refused, just shaking my head. She then got the memo and picked up her equipment, leaving. 

I soon returned to my lunch table, where Liam was making small talk with the girl I had sat him next to earlier. They seemed happy enough. So, I pulled out my phone, just scrolling reels at first, before I came across a reel from our school news. Of course, it was just gossip, but it wasn't about Oliver and Taylor. It was about some random kid who had been caught cheating on a test. I examined his face more closely. Did I actually know the kid? No, no I didn't, but what else did I have to do? Liam seemed content, he hadn't even noticed I had gotten back. Something inside me felt sad. I should be happy for him, I mean, all my hard work cleaning him up was paying off. So why did I feel jealous of the girl sitting next to him? 

I shook it off and decided to go to the bathroom. In there, I was giving myself what could be considered a mental pep talk. Did I need one? Probably, for what? I don't know. All I knew was that I felt off. I was finally rinsing my hands off to make it somewhat believable that I wasn't just hyping myself up in the mirror. All of a sudden, Mason Chamberlain walked in. 

We made eye contact, despite the whole rivalry thing with Oliver, I barely knew Mason. All I knew is that he replaced me when I had finally carved myself into Oliver's life. 

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Oliver (13)

I checked my phone, only to be greeted by a message from my coach. She was talking about how we had to move practice to a different spot on campus, mainly due to some kind of construction happening in the gym. Honestly, we had our big game of the year coming up in a couple weeks. It was against South View, our rival school. In past years, we had beat them blind. I was hoping for a continuation of that streak this year. 

I looked at her message for a few seconds before responding that I’d get the message out to the team. She then quickly typed ‘and make sure you and Tyler don’t mess this up.’ as if I would let that happen again. Tyler was slightly more tolerable on the court because you could tell he truly cared about the game. However, when it came time to pass to me, he always took a risk and passed to the player on the other side. No matter how close or free I was. It annoyed me, we had almost lost a game because of it once, and when I confronted him, all he did was deny it and say he was doing ‘what was best in the moment’. I knew he hated me, but that didn’t mean he had to bring it into the game. 

We had recently gotten a new addition to our team. Normally, Coach wouldn’t take transfers after the roster was finalized, but this guy had such a reputation it would’ve been more hurtful to the team to not take him. He was tall and an amazing blocker, which meant I got booted back to striker. I wasn’t the tallest guy, so it was probably a good thing I returned to an easier position. Of course, the seniors wouldn’t let me forget my slipups. Although I was a junior, I was the captain of the team. I guess they were just sore that I had gotten the pick over them. I don’t even know why I got it honestly, I’m terrible with dealing with people. Tyler was always the better leader, even if he won’t admit it. Once again, that’s only on the court. Plus, he’s gotten more annoying in past years, so I don’t know how true that holds anymore.

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Tyler (12)

It was Wednesday, in other words, time for my big media debut. 

I decided to wear casual clothing, it wasn’t like this was vogue trying to interview me, it was some random girl who was a grade below me. I waited until lunch, where she quickly came over to my table. Once she spotted me, her eyes lit up. 

“Hello again! I was wondering if you had some time for our interview?” She asked politely, Liam glanced at me from across the table, I had successfully forced him to sit next to this girl in our class. She was sweet, and had brown hair to match his. He needed to get some game soon, and all he needed was for me, his best friend, to suddenly leave him and this girl alone. And that’s exactly what I did. 

“Oh yea, where do you want me to go?” I asked, standing up and leaving a wide-eyed Liam to figure out how to romance on his own. 

“Just over here, I’ll read you the question before I record, that way you can think of a response.” She spoke, it seemed easy enough. 

“Alright, first question. What is your opinion on Taylor and Oliver’s breakup? You two have been rivals since elementary school, so how do you feel about this big break in his reputation?” She looked up from her paper, waiting for a response. 

I was taken aback by this question. I thought this was about rising students? What did it have to do with this little kid gossip? I blinked at her.

“Uh- I didn’t think the questions would be about-” I was rudely cut off by the next question. 

“Your sets on the volleyball team are crucial to the game, do you have a specific routine you do to take the stress off?” She asked. There was a huge difference between this question and the first. I gave it a thought, and then she asked the next question. 

“You’ve been playing Volleyball longer than Oliver- yet he got captain over you, how does that make you feel?” I was starting to get whiplash, was this about me or my supposed rivalry?  

“You have been noticed by many faculty and students alike for your academic standings, do you have any tips for struggling students?” I nodded, considering the question. I wasn’t the smartest student, but I had pretty good test scores compared to the majority. 

“Alright, those are all the questions! Are you ready for the camera?” She said innocently, as if she hadn’t written those questions just to get some kind of drama out of me. Like I said, wherever Taylor or Oliver went, drama closely crawled behind. 

“As ready as I’ll ever be I guess.” I responded, looking at the camera that had now been focused on me. 

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Oliver (11)

What was I doing in my old yearbook? Looking for clues, mainly trying to figure out who I punched. Even though I didn’t remember him very well, people’s faces are one of the many things I can’t seem to remember. 

While I was looking through my yearbook from eighth grade, I stumbled upon one signature that stood out in particular. Due to everything that had happened that year, with the death of my mother and all, I didn’t tend to remember much about it. At least not willingly. 

What I was now looking at was Tyler McKinley’s signature in my yearbook. It was simple, and in blue pen, reading ‘Hope next year is better :)’ which was surprisingly sweet coming from him. I had vaguely remembered a kid I always used to hang out with, but I never remembered his face. I should really get my face memory checked out. 

I stared at the signature, it was so innocent, nowadays he would probably write ‘screw you I hope you have the worst summer of your life.’ 

Now that I think about it, Tyler’s always been in my life. I quickly get out my older yearbooks flipping through. They only confirm my suspicions. He’s been in my school and my classes, ever since kindergarten? I was sure I'd remember someone who had stayed around for that long. I continued flipping through the pages, seeing if there were any photos of us together. To my surprise, and disappointment, there wasn’t. 

So maybe we were always seeing each other but just never became friends? That could be why I had no memory of this kid. I started acknowledging him in sixth grade, but I didn’t know we went that far back, let alone were friends in eighth grade. 

Okay maybe I was just oblivious. Before I could start another thought, I got a message on my phone. From the one and only Mason. 

‘Hey, how you holding up?’ It read.

I smiled, glad he was checking up on me.

‘It’s going, I’m not grounded atleast’ 

‘That’s good, do you think this will all blow off by tomorrow?’

‘Highly doubt it, but I’ll try to keep a low profile over the next few days, not like I haven’t already’

‘Nice try, I didn’t know ‘low profile’ was punching a random kid in the face’

I rolled my eyes, as nice as he was, Mason always seemed to get on me at the tiniest slip up. 

I put my phone down, trying to focus back on the yearbook. Until I was interrupted again, this time with my door opening and my dad behind it. 

“Have you thought about what you’ve done?” He walked in, arms crossed. 

“Yea- Dad do you know a kid named Tyler?” I rushed. I needed to get to the bottom of this. 

“Tyler?” He paused. “Don’t change the subject Oliver, you punched a kid today!”

“I know that, but do you know him? I’m trying-” 

“Oliver.” He said sternly. 

“Yes dad, I do regret punching him, I’ll be more careful next time.” I responded slowly. 

“Will you listen before you punch someone?”

“Yes, I’ll listen before I take any action.” 

“Good. Now what did you want to ask?” He put his arms down. He used to be harsher on me, I guess over the years he softened up. 

“I-” I paused, if I didn’t remember Tyler what was the chance my dad would? I decided to ask anyway, it wouldn’t hurt me. “I wanted to know if you ever knew a kid named Tyler. He’s in my grade.” 

“Tyler? Never heard of him. What does he look like?” 

“Blonde hair, green eyes.” I watched him carefully. 

“Sounds familiar, but I might’ve just seen him at class events.” He thought. 

“Okay, thanks dad.” I mumbled. 

He left my room as I tried to unbury old memories. 

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Tyler (10)

All day I was thinking about the earlier interaction. What would cause Oliver to suddenly revert? I didn’t think punching someone could resurface an old personality. Or maybe, what I witnessed, was just a slipup. That was more reasonable than whatever else was going through my head. Still, I was determined to get to the bottom of this. 

I grabbed Liam’s hand, Anthony had the pleasure of not having our english class. I only say pleasure because there was no chaos, it was just another boring class. All thanks to Liam elbowing me every time I think of something spectacularly sarcastic to say to the teacher. 

“Woah- dude. Where are we going?” Liam said, yes, class was over, but I wasn’t exactly bursting at the seams with excitement to get to my next class. 

“We are going to see what Taylor's up to.” I declared with a huge grin on my face. 

“No way. You always complain about how she’s practically a beacon for bad luck.” Liam tried to break free from my grasp, and that’s when I held on tighter. With him, I felt like I could do anything. 

“Exactly, we’re going to play with fire.” I must’ve sounded insane, I had that streak going today. 

There she was. Taylor Brown. The queen of Westernville High.

Except there seemed to be something off, she was wearing her normal tight fitting clothes, makeup, and heels. But she wasn’t wearing her signature smile. I’m talking annoyingly bright and cheery, too artificial to be normal. 

She looked utterly pissed. 

I felt Liam's grip on my hand tighten, as he looked at me with worried eyes, signaling his thoughts of how we should leave.

I met his eyes with caution. This could be a jackpot, or it could be our downfall. 

She seemed to be rambling to one of her close friends. I say ‘one of’ as if there were others. Taylor Brown only had one best friend, Peyton Grey. She was average height with strawberry blonde hair that was almost to the middle of her back. And she only dressed in pinks, whites, and browns. She was almost as basic as Taylor herself. 

“I can’t believe he fought someone, I mean, I left him alone for 6 weeks and suddenly he just loses all the personality I gave him? How rude.” Taylor spoke, her tone was careful, as if speaking to make sure no one else heard. 

“You said it girl, I warned you he was weird! Especially in middle school, he almost went batshit on a kid for asking for a pencil.” Peyton responded, brushing through her hair. 

It was at that moment I knew they were talking about Oliver. Like I said, he was a troubled kid when we were younger.

“I knew he was crazy, but I fixed him! I mean, how hard is it to just be normal? It’s not like he has anything to hide. He’s just doing it for attention at this point.” Taylor continued. “I fixed his hair, changed his style, and helped him study. And what do I get in return? A breakup and reputation hit. I should’ve listened to you Peyton, you always seem to be right about these things.” 

Peyton complained. “You know, if he had kept it together for at least another 2 weeks, I could’ve scored a date with Mason! Now he won’t even look at me. That bastard probably told him some twisted story about me. And now he’s going out with Kylie! She’s a huge downgrade compared to me.” 

Taylor rolled her eyes, resuming her rant. “The only good thing about Oliver was the way he always looked so pitiful during-” 

I felt a tug on my arm. 

“Dude, we have to go, they’ll crucify us if they see us.” Liam whispered. 

He was right, this wasn't getting anywhere. And if Taylor saw us trying to intrude, she’d have our heads. 

Once we were in the clear, Liam turned to me. 

“Are you done with your little adventure now? Are you happy with what you did?” He scolded, as if I didn’t hear this enough from my mom.

“No dipshit, I didn’t even learn anything remotely useful.” I spat back. 

“I don’t understand why you hate Oliver so much, I mean, he’s only looked at you like twice.” Liam continued. 

“What?” I stopped. 

“What? Everyone knows you hate his guts, because of volleyball, or Clairesse confessing to him not you- there’s a ton of reasons why, though honestly I think you should just drop it and move on with your life.” 

“I don’t hate him.” 

“You don’t?” His eyebrows furrowed, as if I had just spoken something that wasn’t even plausible. 

“No? When have I ever held a grudge on anyone Liam.” 

“You do it all the time for Anthony-”

“Anthony’s my friend, it’s all in fair play. I’ve never hated Oliver. He just hates me.” 

“Oh. Wait- then why are we spying on his ex?” As one gear moved, the rest followed in Liam’s mind. 

“To try and help him get out of the hole he’s in?” I felt like I was sounding stupid, did everyone think I hated him? 

“Oh- I guess that makes sense-” Liam started, but before we could finish, a girl came up behind him. 

We both turned to look at her. 

“Hey, Tyler?” She started, I didn’t know who she was, maybe she was one of my sister’s friends?

She took a deep breath and continued. “I’m a reporter for the Eagle’s view. We’re doing a special on standout students and we were wondering if you’d be interested in being asked some questions.” 

Standout students? That seemed interesting. 

“Sure” I breathe in reply, immediately, her face lit up. 

“Great! Would lunch on Wednesday work for you?” 

“Yea, that’d be fine.” Seeing how Wednesday was tomorrow, I could use it as an excuse to put Liam next to some girl I’d been trying to have him talk to. 

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Oliver (9)

I soon found myself at the dining table in my house. Face to face with my father, who was not pleased. 

Sure, I've been yelled at before, grounded even. But I didn't know what to expect this time. I had earned a good reputation these past years, not getting into any fights or minor inconveniences. But this? This was a new low, people tend to expect that you don't go back to old habits once you finally break them.

"So, would you like to tell me what the hell happened? And why you are suddenly a burden again?" My father spoke, his tone was cool, as if he were the calm before the storm. That storm was currently brewing, about to spill over at any point. I had to play my pieces carefully.

"I misheard him, and thought he said something about mom." I responded flatly. Straight to the point, no excuses- for the most part.

"What did you think he said about your mother? What could you possibly have heard other than 'are you okay?'" He proceeded, this was a game of chess, and we were both playing our knights, waiting for the right moment to jump each other's pawns.

"I don't know what I thought I heard, but before I could process I had already thrown the first punch."

"Did he punch back?"

"No-"

"So you continued to hit him while he was down?"

"Yes, but-"

"You hit a kid who was trying to help you, what could you possibly have to excuse it." He crossed his arms, signaling the conversation was over. I had lost.

He was met with silence, I didn't know what to say, it was true. I had misheard the kid, and punched first instead of asking questions.

"You know what- go to your room." He spoke after a brief moment. A slight bloom of disappointment and anger appeared beneath the calm waters of his voice.

"Yes sir." I stood up from the table and quietly left the room. Surprisingly I wasn't shunned or banned from society, he was just giving me thinking time.

I soon found myself in my bed with an old yearbook. 

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Tyler (8)

How was I supposed to know Oliver was in a bad mood? He just so happened to be having a little mood swing right as I was sent to the dean's waiting room for speaking out against Mr. Lamppost. He was the only teacher in the entire school who repeatedly sent me to the dean’s. It was like he took a certain pleasure in it- or I just so happened to be a bit more rowdy in his class compared to others. Since it was one of the few classes I had with both Liam and Anthony. 

I noticed the students next to me tense up, I was confused for a moment, it’s just Oliver. Probably in trouble for his grades, our coach never bothered to talk to him, so he normally just went to talk it out with our dean. My confused mood shifted as soon as I saw the glare on his face, and the bandages around his knuckles. 

Mason tried to keep him levelheaded, well- tried is an understatement, more like he attempted and gave up when he realized he wasn't getting anywhere.  Oliver was pissed. I’m surprised whoever pissed him off wasn’t in the hospital- whoever it was. I was too focused on the way his bracelet now had a slightly red tint, probably from the blood. I wouldn’t be surprised if he had tried to take the bracelet off, or touch it for comfort. He marched right up to me, with his best friend by his side. 

“Do you have a problem?” He spat, as he stared down at me. At this moment, I realized he was talking to me. I was suddenly snapped out of my daydream. 

“Why would I have a problem? I’m not the one who is illuminating death from him.” I responded, realizing I probably shouldn’t poke the fire that was now Oliver Chase. 

“Well, either you're obsessed with me or you have a staring problem.” His tone had softened, and so had his shoulders. It was as if I was a comfort to him, not one of the people he hated most. I took note because I tend to raise his defenses, not lower them. 

“Oh sorry doctor, guess I’ll have to get it checked out then.” I smirked, expecting the defenses to go back up. Instead I was met with a flash of humor on his face. But as soon as I noticed it, it was gone. And so was he, he had walked right past me and out the door. 

Did he seriously just almost laugh at my joke? Was that even the right guy? I’m normally met with a roll of the eyes or a glare. I looked around confused as to what I just witnessed, when the kid next to me spoke up.

“When did he turn into a psycho? Is that why we’ve never met any of Taylor’s ex’s? Because they all end up in the crazy house?” 

“She didn’t do that.” I spoke suddenly, as if coming to a realisation.

“What?”

“Taylor. She had one hell of an effect on him, but that wasn’t her doing- that was Oliver coming back to his senses.” I smiled.

“Are you crazy? He PUNCHED William? How is that anyone coming back to their senses?” He then scooted away from me, probably thinking I was as insane as Oliver.

Little did he know, Oliver used to act just like that. Right after his mom passed. He was a violent little kid. His dad didn’t know what to do with him and neither did the teachers. It took him about a year too cool off, but within that year of a child grieving, we had become the closest we ever were. 

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I did in fact, not know where my head was. Everyone must’ve thought I was insane, running into an active class, just to look for some charm bracelet. But the truth is, I can’t lose this bracelet. Look, it may be girly, gay, whatever you want to call it. But it has a special meaning. It was the only gift I ever got from my mom before she passed. She found it in a store and thought it would look cute on me. It was the only gift she had bought with her own money, let alone for me. She almost never had her own money, due to the state our finances were in, my dad covered the costs for almost anything, including her medical bills. She bought the bracelet before she became bed ridden, and decided right before she passed it was now or never to give it to me. I’ve worshiped it ever since. Because, it holds the true meaning of my mothers kindness, all her sweet words and every time she ever took care of me, symbolized in each of the charms. The first is from when she took me to the zoo. It was where I found my love for lions. They’re big and threatening, but on the inside, would do anything for their pride. The second is a seashell, from when we went to the ocean. I always think of it as the best day ever, my parents were happy, my mother wasn’t sick, and the smell of the salt water will always be my favorite scent ever. I always wished we lived on the beach, instead of the city. The third, represents love through hardship in the form of a key. She always used to say I had the only other key to her heart, after my father of course. The fourth charm was a guitar, from when I took my first lesson. I had always wanted to play the piano, for how gentle and precious it seemed. But she encouraged me to follow my fathers steps (although, I mainly think it was because we already had a guitar, and couldn’t afford to get a piano.) The fifth was a sunflower, her favorite flower. She always referred to my father as “the moon to her sun” which at the age of eight, sounded like the most romantic thing on earth. I had gone out to hand pick sunflowers for mothers day, only to find that they didn’t magically grow in our yard. She laughed, and got me the charm so I’d “always be able to give her one”. The sixth was a snowflake, due to Christmas being our family's favorite holiday. It was the only holiday both of my parents had off from work, so we were able to enjoy family time together, with no interruptions. The seventh, and final charm, was a star. I received it shortly before she passed. My mother referred to it as “the guiding star, which will guide me when she cannot.” The star has a center of pink, which is her favorite color, and symbolizes love, to always remind me that she’ll always love me, no matter what. However, the bracelet can hold eight charms. Her last words to me were, “you’ll know when it’s time to put the eighth charm on, and it will symbolize the end of this chapter of your life, or a new beginning.” Since she took her last breath, I have sworn to never put another charm on the bracelet. To try and hold on to every memory of my mother, the one who cared, loved, and raised me. The one who will never get to see me graduate, the one who will never get to see me walk down the aisle, and the one who will never get to meet her grandchildren. 

That's exactly the reason why I couldn’t have anyone assuming that my most prized possession was, from her.

I threw the first punch, why wouldn’t I? If someone insulted your mother without knowing any of the truth, the passion, the memories- you’d feel the same way. Mason, of course, was the first one to pull me off the poor kid. I don’t even remember what he had said, all I knew was that he had insulted my mother. 

“Woah! Oliver! Calm down!” Mason pleaded, holding me back with all of his might. The poor kid looked terrified, and was now scrambling to flight, rather than fight. All the meanwhile rumors were starting “Oliver’s gone off the rails! Where’s Taylor to calm him down? She’s the only one that ever could!” 

As soon as I calmed down, it was too late. I had found myself sitting in the dean’s office, spacing out on the bandages around my bloodied knuckles. 

“Mr. Chase?” I looked up. Our dean was a sweet old lady, but if you ever pissed her off, you’d rather be dead than at her hand. 

She sighed. “I’ll repeat my question- for the fourth time. What happened? You’re one of the calmest people I know.”

“He insulted my mother.” I whispered. Her stare suggested I speak up. “He-” I suddenly couldn’t even remember what the kid said, if I had ever listened. 

“What the other student says is that he simply asked you if you were okay. Since you apparently seemed out of it. Only to be greeted by your fist to his face.” Her tone was solid. I couldn’t argue my way out of this one. 

“If it hadn’t been for Mr. Chamberlain, you would’ve done a lot more than breaking his nose.” She added. “Look, if you ever need help, we have many counselors-”

“I don’t need help. I’m fine. It was just a- a rough morning.” I stammered, trying to keep my shaking hands still. I couldn’t believe it, I punched somebody? Let alone somebody who was trying to help? Did a breakup- well. Not a breakup, rather a leadup to a breakup- still. I didn’t know it was affecting me that much. 

I stood up to leave, all she could do was send a cautious look my way, as if warning me to get in control of myself before that least of my concerns was ending up in her office. 

I was greeted by the one and only Mason Chamberlain when I walked out of the door. Apparently he was just on edge as everyone. Suddenly, the other students tensed up when they saw me. All of them- except for Tyler. 

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I’ve only ever been bored to the point of death once- well, twice now. The first time was when Anthony invited me over for dinner at his house. Where the closest thing to entertainment there is the woods behind the house. No TV, no radio, not even a single game. Apparently his parents believe the world has enough natural entertainment, and that any other kind ruptures the purity of the soul. The second time? During Mr. Lamppost’s P.E. class. Mr. Lamppost wasn’t his actual name, it was the name that Liam had adorned on him. Afterall, the guy is 6’7, and the tallest teacher I think our school has ever seen. But one thing he’s not? Athletic. Which is something you need to be as a P.E. teacher. Therefore, he’s adopted our curriculum to the educational side, rather than the physical. He’s more of a health teacher than anything. He even makes us bring our notebooks, while changed out in P.E. clothes. Sometimes, I honestly don’t mind it, but that’s only 10% of the time, the other 90? I’d rather smash a volleyball to his face than listen to another lecture. This is supposed to be the class we get our energy out in, not the one where we fall asleep. 

“Is this how drug addicts start out? Because honestly, I’d rather start a lifelong addiction than listen to anymore of his banter.” Anthony stated. Which was met with Liam elbowing him. 

“Well, if you feel that strongly about not listening to me. Go ahead and ruin your life Anthony. And wake up Tyler while you’re at it.” Mr. Lamppost responded. 

And that’s when I was awoken from one of the best dreams of my life. I was on the court, about to make the set that would change the history of the sport. With no entitled Oliver to stand in my way-

“Tyler!” Liam spoke as he shook me, waking me up. 

“What? Are we finally going to do something important?” I asked him, rubbing my eyes.

“No, more like we’re about to get sent to the deans if you don’t stay conscious for a full class.”

“This is the worst elective I could have ever taken. I mean, who’s ever heard of a PHYSICAL educational class where you never even break a sweat?” I whispered, disappointed. This earned me a glare from the girls right next to me, who’d rather take notes than ever dare mess up their 5 layered-makeup looks. 

“Well, maybe next time you should apply to teach the class.” Liam responded, which got a giggle from Anthony. 

All of a sudden someone bursts through the doors. Not just anyone, it was Oliver. He sprinted past us, as if he was looking for something. 

“Care to explain why you’re bothering my class, Mr. Chase?” Mr. Lamppost spat, upset he was interrupted again. 

“Oh uh- Sorry, I think I lost my bracelet in here last night, during practice.” Oliver responded quickly, not minding the teacher any attention. 

“You mean the green charm bracelet over there? Didn’t take you as the charm kind.” I spoke, which seemed to take him off guard. I had known about this bracelet since he got it. I just felt like teasing him, however, he seemed on edge. Which was weird, because at practice yesterday he seemed completely fine. 

“It was a gift- I didn’t think you actually could use your eyes, this must be a new discovery for you.” He responded, quickly grabbing the bracelet and walking out, not without giving me a harsh glare first. 

“Must’ve been a gift from a girl, Taylor maybe?” The girl next to me whispered. 

Who would've guessed. The one and only Oliver Chase keeping a gift from his ex? Nope, that wasn’t the case. In fact, it was a gift from one of his family members. He got it in eighth grade, it took him almost 2 years to grow into it though. But he held it close to him at all times. I never knew the reasoning behind its specialty, but he acted as if it was a precious artifact. He never left it anywhere, so how did it casually slip his mind last night? Sure, Halloween was only four days ago, but a hangover can’t possibly last that long. Right?

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Enough about the past. I don't want to think about her anymore. Back to the present. We are approaching Halloween, everyone's excited to dress up in either simple unrecognizable "costumes" or disgusting couples outfits. Mason was hanging out with the girl he was interested in (after 3 hours of convincing on my part, I may add) and I was going to stay home. That was when I got a text from Mason. Apparently the girl he liked had some hot friends and he was inviting me to go out with them. Keep in mind I had no costume, and was originally just going to sit on my couch watching old movies for a couple hours. However, I knew if I wasn’t seen at atleast one party, everyone would make up my night for me. 

And yes, I do think parties are loud, annoying excuses for everyone to get drunk and hook up. But something about this felt different, if I stayed in my own corner, scrolling instagram reels, it could very well be an enjoyable night. I just have to ignore everyone and their gossip, while giving myself an alibi. So, I pulled out an old vampire costume from two years ago, and got in my car. 

Kylie (the girl Mason liked) had a rich mansion, think two guest houses rich. I knocked on the door to be greeted by Mason, my failsafe for this entire night. He opened the door to reveal a brunette at his waist, who I assumed was Kylie (Despite him having a crush on her, he refused to show me any kind of proof she actually existed. I was starting to think he was imagining her). And next to her was a redhead. She introduced herself to me as Caroline. She was dressed as Alice from Alice in wonderland, despite having any sense of adventure to her. Luckily, it wasn’t extremely tight on her, so it looked like an actual costume. She seemed sweet enough, her green eyes and freckles examining me closely with a hint of kindness in them. 

Soon enough, he went out to the party. It was being hosted by the one and only Basketball team manager. His name was Clark, he was a nice guy, but liked to party hard. Hence why he wasn’t on the team, he tended to always have some kind of intoxicant in his system. 

The house was nice enough, but as soon as I entered I already regretted coming. The smell of these kinds of parties is a scent you can’t wash out for at least a month. Alcohol, weed, sometimes even vomit that was obviously covered up by some girl's perfume.  They’re always a recipe for disaster. But, I was there to be a good wingman, not a complainer. Caroline hung her arms around me as we danced. But in all truth, I was watching Mason. Kylie seemed to be giggling at all of his jokes. Which was always a good sign, the way he was looking at her was nothing short of pure love. However, I have a slight suspicion it was more the beer than his actual feelings. Mason’s always been cautious when it comes to love. I don’t know much about his childhood, but I’ve only ever met his mother. His father isn’t in the picture anymore. So I believe it might have something to do with him. Anytime he’s had a girl right in his reach, he’s always pulled back, afraid to be burned by the passion. I’m just hoping this time, he leans into it. Plus, Kylie seems to be pretty neat. 

My thoughts were rudely intruded by the sound of Caroline's annoyed coughs. So I turned my attention back to her, we might never see each other again, so I might as well give her the time of her life. Or at least something equivalent.  

The party was thankfully over before I knew it. Caroline was just as I had expected. A young girl, who didn’t want the possible mess up of her future. So, we both stayed sober and stood in a corner, talking. It was more or less one of the most uneventful parties I had ever been to, and I could see she was thinking the same thing. Guess I wasn’t cut out to be her prince charming, or anyone’s for that matter. But soon I was back at my house, a couple hours later than I had liked, but at least I wasn’t passed out drunk somewhere with no memories, unlike many of the people at that party. 

And with that, one of the most boring nights I had ever experienced was over. Apparently my lady skills sucked so badly, I didn’t even get Caroline's number. After all, I was a bit rusty, and frankly wasn’t interested in her at all. 

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The school news, also known as the "Eagles view news" was airing a special episode. This happened around the well-known Valentine's day, in this show, they had "randomly" picked students who they thought would look good together. This is where the whole Taylor and Oliver ship had picked up speed. The news anchors were explaining each and every flaw for their randomly generated couples. But somehow, neither of them could think of any for Taylor and Oliver. They complimented each other perfectly, looks and academic wise, had adjacent teams (volleyball and cheerleading aren't thought of most of the time when you think of sports couples) and were both single. A single episode is all it took. Soon there were fangirls, fanclubs, and stalkers trying to figure out if they were secretly dating. It all seemed too good to be true, the perfect couple just so happened to be at our school. Through the hardships of the year, the students came to idolize the pair, even if they had never met. 

I remember the class before Oliver went up to Taylor. Mason was right next to him, along with his other friend at the time, one of Taylor's minions, I may add. His name was Harry. His actual name was Harold but if anyone ever called him that they were met with a fist to the face. He was on the football team and had obnoxious red hair, not the ginger kind, the box dye kind. Mason and Harry were encouraging Oliver to man up and ask Taylor out, homecoming had already passed, and so had the winter formal, so this was just a random occurrence. By the time Oliver had given up on convincing them otherwise, the girls behind him were already sending texts to every group chat on campus. "Todays the day! Oliver is going to ask Taylor out!" Everyone screamed. Keep in mind, Oliver and Taylor had only had a couple conversations prior to this, I don't know Taylor's thoughts, but Oliver looked terrified. Like he was about to make the worst mistake of his life. 

‘How do you know so much about this?’ You may be wondering, yes, I promise I do have my own friends, Anthony and Liam are just fine, but spying on my old middle school envy? Who would pass up that golden opportunity? Oliver and I weren't what you would consider to be enemies- more like guys who just didn't like when the other occupied their space. He stared at me, and I stared back, that's all it was. Even if he didn't know it, I had been admiring him since elementary school, before he was even popular. I had always wanted to be his friend, but the gossip girls of our campus decided that would be impossible. 

By the way- Anthony is a tall, annoying redhead who has nothing better to do than hang out with me, and Liam has the prettiest brown eyes you'll ever see. I mean, they're GORGEOUS. Think chocolate brown in a sunset, even that doesn't do them justice. Honestly he rivals some of the girls I've seen, the prettiest guy hands down. No arguments. Too bad his brown hair is a mess half the time, I'm working to get him up to the standards of the rest of the world, just you wait, he'll be out in the market in half a year with a girlfriend after I fix him up. Anthony is a lost cause, but I'm trying my best here, okay? I can barely get this guy to brush his hair let alone look presentable. I swear he wears the same pajama pants every time I see him, it's disgusting. 

Anyways, a couple months had passed, the gossip died down. It wasn't completely gone, but more like it was just a known fact, they were perfect, no one questioned it, so on. What I failed to mention, was the obvious rocky road it took to get there. 

As stated before, Oliver looked petrified to ask Taylor out. Of course, she said yes. There would have been riots otherwise. They started hanging out more and more, and before I realized it, she was a common face in our class, despite her homeroom being on the other side of the school. At first it was painful watching them, there was no chemistry. But in a couple weeks, they had gotten used to each other and were a lot more comfortable. However, I could see it was fake. They weren't fooling me. Simple things like how Oliver's face changed into his classic fake smile whenever she arrived, how she'd pinch him if he said something she didn't like, obvious hints that they were only doing it to keep the peace of the school. 

There was one moment where I thought their relationship was real. Right before they broke up, it was the annual summer party Harry always held. I was dragged along by Liam, and I'm assuming Oliver was forced by Taylor and Mason. Just a quick fact, Oliver DESPISES parties, he won't even go to birthday parties anymore. He hates loud noises and useless chatter. Kind of ironic seeing how that's all that happened when he was with Taylor. 

During the party, they were doing a drinking contest. Taylor basically shoved the shots down his throat. But for the first time, he looked at her like he actually loved her. For a second, the facade faltered, he looked absolutely in love with her. And that's when they kissed, no one had seen them kiss before, but this was genuine and love filled. 

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It all started with a haircut. Who knew everything could sprout from one good barber? Originally, I thought my haircut was too short. But boy, would everyone prove me wrong. I basically owe my life to that barber, thank you Dave.

I walked into Westernville High with the freshest haircut of my life. All through middle school I was a nobody, the only people who noticed me were Tyler and the other guys on the volleyball team. Every once in a while I'd score high on tests, but they were the easy tests that were made to boost the kids failing the class up, all so the teacher didn't have to report a single failure. Tyler and I were teammates, not friends. Who just so happened to end up in almost every class together. We never were assigned lab partners though, so we never talked. In the court, he was a completely different person. He would've become our team captain if John's mother hadn't paid the coach. He was a natural born leader and always there for us, but I might repeat, only on the court. In class, he was just a regular quiet kid. I always thought that he'd be much prettier if he just wore the smile he always had on while playing. Perhaps the girls in our grade would think so as well. Anyways, back to my haircut. Nothing else had changed- well, I guess I did get a bit taller. But I was always on the muscular side due to volleyball, it was just that the clothes I wore didn't flaunt that at all. But once I got my new wardrobe that wasn't overseen by my mother, I felt more confident. That with a new haircut where people could actually see my face was the recipe for success. I didn't even see Tyler on the first day. The only person I talked to (besides my teachers) was Mason. He was kind enough to show me where everything was, seeing how we had a similar schedule and his brother was two years older than us. So, he already had a layout of the school. My first impression of Mason was how friendly he was. He picked me out of the crowd and realized I might be worth something, if it weren't for him, I would've never soured so high.

However, I didn't pick up my popularity overnight, with my personality and my new look, I started to get noticed more often. By sophomore year I had caught the attention of the school news. That's where everything escalated. 

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