As the Night Changes (Oliver)

Oliver stormed out of the dorm building, pushing people out of his way. He left in his wake a sea of angry students. He could care less about them, and their feelings. No one cared about his, so why should he take into consideration everyone else's? The only person he cared about was Bristol. She was the only one he could rely on, but he didn't feel like seeking her out. Oliver didn't want to burden her with his boy problems. It shouldn't have even been a problem. Mason and himself hadn't been exclusive. But then why did it hurt so much? Oliver had a rage inside of him, and he didn't know what to do with it. How did he deal with this? He had never felt anything like this. The only way he knew how to deal with it was to attack them, but how? Oliver could physically attack them, but then he'd get suspended or possibly expelled. He was so close to graduating. He couldn't mess that up now. Oliver paused on the sidewalk, and looked around him. Where was he suppose to go now? He had just left the room he was suppose to be staying in. He couldn't go up to the desk, and demand a room change. They'd laugh in his face, and ask how it felt.

Glancing around him, Oliver took note of the forest surrounding him, and decided that it would be his best bet. He could wait it out, then go sleep on the couch in the cafe. It wasn't the most ideal thing in the world, but it was better than going back up to that room, and facing Mason and his new boy toy. Oliver started walking towards the woods. He couldn't help but to be bitter. Oliver had taken the time to get to know someone, and then he had basically thrown it back in his face. Oliver had opened himself up to heart break, and that's exactly what he had received. Well, he got the message loud and clear. He wouldn't let someone back in. Ever. Nope. Oliver would be staying away from anything that involved emotions, and feeling things for people. No one deserved to know what was going on in his head. Oliver could feel the pricks the tears forming around his eyes, and angrily wiped them away. He refused to cry over Mason.

Oliver King did not cry anyways. He was much to proud to be doing any of that nonsense. As he walked deep into the woods, he tried to clear his head. If he didn't have class tomorrow, he'd walk himself straight to Deviate, and drink until he didn't know who he was. Maybe he'd do that this weekend. Maybe he could walk off the property, and disappear from everyone. No. He wouldn't give Mason the satisfaction. Oliver would be here to torment him and that boy until the day the graduated. He wouldn't make life easy for them at all. Shaking himself from his thoughts, Oliver looked up to see his surroundings. He had to be careful out here. There was no telling what he would run into. At least he wouldn't run into a cheating boyfriend. Oops, haha. Well, Mason wasn't technically his boyfriend, but they might as well have been dating. Everyone assumed they were anyways. How hard would it have been to pick up the phone, and let Oliver know that he was deciding to see someone else? Jesus, that would have been better than finding out the day he got back from England. This week couldn't possibly have gotten more shitty. Oliver froze at the sound of howling. Of course their were wolves out here. It was Virginia, and plenty of shifters had that shift. He just didn't know if it was a student or a wild wolf.

Oliver could faintly here rustling of leaves, and he whipped his head around. Hopefully it was just a bunny or something. Sighing, Oliver leaned against a nearby tree, and held his head in his hands. "I wish I could turn my emotions off," he mumbled to himself. Maybe Oliver needed to focus on ladies instead of guys. He'd probably have better luck in that field anyways. Yes. He would be a lady killer instead of a man thriller.