oliver;

oliver young — twenty four — biology teacher.

[hendrix-maybe-deactivated201406]

It’s Wednesday…does this mean someone’s gonna have a party?

[oliver-young]

I hope not. Parties on school nights are frowned upon, y'know.

[shilohffs]

That would be preferred, yeah.

[oliver-young]

Right. Don't worry, I will do. Anyway.. how have you been, Miss Preston?

[fckmax]

Yes, because unlike the girls in my biology class I don’t want to be picturing you running around sweaty half naked.

[oliver-young]

That's definitely a good thing -- well, the not thinking about me part, at least. I do feel sorry for those poor girls, though.

[shilohffs]

Yeah, as long as you stay attractive. I mean are— as long as you are attractive.

[oliver-young]

Ah. Now, would you rather I skipped over the part where you said that I was attractive.. or?

[rylanstfu]

As if.

[oliver-young]

Well, it's always nice to know that my students have faith in me.

[fckstacy]

As she felt him intertwining their fingers, her heart began to race and for a second she found it hard to breathe. But as soon as the words had left her lips, she took a deep breath, trying to gather her thoughts. Every inch of her body was aching for him, for kissing him again and all the thoughts from before, every doubt, had disappeared. “I don’t regret a thing with you either.” She whispered back, keeping her eyes locked with his as she slightly moved closer, feeling as if his presence was pulling her in. And just like the first time they’d met, she felt intoxicated by being close to him.

[oliver-young]

Oliver didn't dare let go. Not this time. Instead, he stayed sat as near to her as possible with their fingers still intertwined and their bodies only a few, though still achingly far, inches apart. If there wasn't a section of machinery separating them, Oliver wasn't sure if he would be able to control himself. He knew that his perfectly perfected façade would crumble and he would find himself in Stacy's arms, again -- and suddenly, he was thankful for that same section of machinery. Except, Oliver couldn't stop himself as his free hand found its way up to her face and tenderly cupped her cheek, thumb brushing along the soft surface of her skin. It seemed they had both moved closer to each other, though he hadn't quite, consciously realized it. "I tried so hard to keep away from you.." He breathed, his mouth lingering a short distance from hers.

[iansomerhaldervevo-deactivated2]

[fckstacy]

As she listened to his words she chewed on her bottom lip, it really never could be them. And maybe it was the alcohol that had convinced her otherwise for those split seconds before, but as soon as she thought about her dads and what they would say if they found out — her mind had changed. She couldn’t be with him, no matter how much she wanted to. “Yeah, I uh .. I get it.” She replied, taking a deep breath. “So I should probably get going, huh?” She looked up at him, almost giving him a pleading look. But despite her previous thoughts, she still longed to be closer to him, feeling his skin against hers, even if it was only for a second. 

[oliver-young]

"Good." Was all Oliver uttered for a moment, before the unbearable silence settled and the tension between them cracked like a live feed of electricity. What could he say, or do? Nothing would make her stay, despite how hard he tried to convince himself otherwise. "I guess so," he finalised, trying to keep his voice steady. "But look, Stacy... I just," Oliver lingered on his next words as they stuck in his throat, suddenly unsure of himself. His hand reached out, looking for hers amidst the pitch-black darkness that filled the car, seeking the comfort of her skin against his once more. Finally, Oliver found her hand and for a split second, he hesitated -- though, deciding not to think about the consequences, he grasped it, her palms against his palms, fingers laced with hers. "I don't regret a thing with you." Oliver told her, his voice an intimate, breathy whisper.

[fckstacy]

A smile formed on her lips as she heard his comment, slightly shaking his head as she leaned back into her seat. Though as she watched the houses pass them and his next question was asked, the smile quickly disappeared. “You can just drop me off here.” She breathed, chewing at her bottom lip. For some reason, she wasn’t prepared to leave the warmth of his car — or him. “If you want to.” She added quietly, glancing over at him with somewhat insecure smile lingering on her face.

[oliver-young]

Oliver's shoulders rose in a shrug, his heavy-lidded eyes studying her face intently. "Sure," he muttered, bringing the car to a slow, steady stop beside the side-walk. And this was were they were to part ways, say goodbye and be on with their lives -- except, Oliver wasn't so sure that he wanted to. Despite the fact that the only real relationship they could, and would, ever have was inside the classroom, Oliver had a hard time letting go. "Here we are." He said softly, as if speaking too loudly and too harshly would push her away, make her leave that much faster. Inside, he wanted to be harsh. He felt as if he had a right to speak and act coldly towards her, after what she'd done to him. Though, he didn't have the heart. "I would apologize to your fathers for you being late -- and drunk, but..." Oliver's voice died down suddenly, his words still lingering in the air between them.

[uhaurora]

Uh… Wh-Why are you quitting?

[oliver-young]

Being a superhero is a full-time job, y'know. Unless I want to be like Clark Kent, that is.

[shilohffs]

Well, I mean there’s always the possibility of a super villain.

But otherwise, crazy people.

[oliver-young]

I wouldn't mind being a super villain, actually. After all, nearly everyone's a Loki fan so surely it can't be that bad.

[uhaurora]

Wh-Why?

[oliver-young]

Why am I quitting? Or why do I want to be Wolverine? Because there's a lot of reasons for both, to be honest.

[shilohffs]

Mostly because wolverine is really badass.

[oliver-young]

You're right. I mean, who wouldn't want to be a superhero?

[fckmax]

[oliver-young]

Why -- because I want to be an ass-kicking mutant?

[shilohffs]

I say do it.

[oliver-young]

I don't know if you're saying that just to get rid of me, Miss Preston, but thank you for the support, anyway.

[fairyqceen]

You would totally be my favorite human being walking on this planet.

[oliver-young]

Well, that's it then. I'm going for a haircut and to get some metal implanted into my bones.

[oliver-young]

Well I studied my ass off for that paper so if it’s less than a B you’ll need to give it another look, Mr. O.

[oliver-young]

Well, Mr. Maise, if you don't find your final grade satisfactory, you could always attend my study sessions to earn extra credit. Though, I'm sure you'll find my marking very fair.