A-Campng We Will Go (Oliver)

The morning had started off just right for Oliver. Everything had been going pretty smoothly. He had woken up just in time to grab a quick shower, which had been desperately needed. He had thrown on a pair of black jeans, a deep blue v-neck shirt with a black and gray cardigan over it. He didn’t bother to style his hair as it wouldn’t hold for more than an hour. He glanced at himself before walking out the door, and grinned. Damn, he looked good today. He wasn’t quite sure what had gotten into him, but he was feeling rather good about himself. Before stepping out the door, Oliver grabbed his bag, and headed out the door to his first class. Oliver stopped by the cafe to grab a bottle of water, and then was off to his class quickly.

Just because he was in a good mood didn’t mean he was going to be attentive in his classes. Sure, he paid attention to some, but most of these classes bored Oliver. What he really wanted to do was get to his Specialist class with Mason. Maybe that’s why he was so chipper. He knew he’d get to see the boy again, and for some reason that always lightened his mood. The classes seemed to be dragging by. He didn’t really care about what happened in World War II. He didn’t really care if had anything to do with his species, or why. History was not his forte. Oliver actually almost fell asleep during the class. Why was history so boring?

When class was dismissed, Oliver was almost giddy. His next class was with Mason, and he couldn’t wait. It felt like ages since Oliver had seen him, but he knew this was false. He had just seen him yesterday (because of class), but it was starting to feel like eternity. Oliver paused in his thoughts. Jesus, what was wrong with him? It was like he was in a puppy love stage with this kid. He needed to shake himself out of it. Oliver paused, and tried to slow his pace down to the classroom. He didn’t want to look eager to get there. The teacher might take it the wrong way, and think he actually liked her class.

When he walked into the classroom, his eyes drifted to Mason for a brief moment before they went to the board. He frowned, and walked towards it for a moment to read what it said. Oliver assumed it was another project, but he noticed that not everyone’s name was on it. He did however, find his name and Mason’s. He assumed the teacher would tell them about it when everyone else got in. He walked down the aisle to his seat, and caught Mason’s eye. He glanced at his shirt, and raised a brow. Before he could even get a word out, Mason was telling him to say anything about it. “I wasn’t going to comment, but..” Oliver trailed off with a smirk on his lips.

Oliver plopped down in his seat across from Mason, and tried not to glance his way. Oliver wasn’t sure what he and Mason were these days. It had been months since they had actually made out. They had continued doing so, but Oliver couldn’t actually get a feel. He always made sure to not go to far with Mason because he wasn’t sure if the blond boy was just experimenting, or if he was actually into Oliver. He didn’t want to anything that Mason might regret. Which was not typical behavior for Oliver. If it had been anyone else, Oliver would have already hooked up with him. Maybe. “So, what’s with our names on the board?” he turned to Mason, and asked. The classroom had been filling up now, and class was about to start. He figured it would take a few moments for everyone to settle down, and get situated.

Oliver watched Mason quietly as he looked at the desk. Oliver didn’t need to be a mind reader to know that he wasn’t having the best day. He could just.. tell. It was weird to think that he knew this boy pretty well. A grin pressed against his lips when Mason blushed, and looked up to glare at him. Oliver gave a small shrug, and a playful smile as he sat down. Oliver sighed. Of course. She seemed to love to keep them in suspense all the time. “Figures. She loves to kill us with suspense. Maybe that’s her ability; torturing students with suspense until they die,” he mused out loud. He knew this wasn’t the case, but it could be fun to speculate. Before they could talk anymore, the teacher was quieting the class down.

Oliver slide back into his seat, and watched as she motioned for Mason to take the beanie off. Oliver frowned as he groaned, and slipped it off. Oliver looked back towards the front, and partially listened to what the teacher was saying to them about the names on the board. Oliver watched as papers got passed back, and that only a few kids were actually taking them. The girl in front of him passed back the papers for Oliver, and looked over them vaguely. He could vaguely hear the kids around him groan as they realized what was going on. He read over his paper, and saw the checklist, and supply list. A camping trip? He had been camping a few times when he had lived in England, but that had been years ago.

When everyone had their papers, Oliver let his eyes flick towards Mason. Well, at least the two of them would be together. Detention? Oliver brought his attention back to the teacher as she went on to explain that this wasn’t a voluntary trip, and that if they had wanted to know why they were going on the trip, they could ask her after class. Oliver had a feeling he already knew why he was going on this trip. He didn’t mind it though. At least they’d get off campus. Really, it would be more chaotic then anything when they got there. She was clumping all the trouble children together. Oliver was beginning to think she wasn’t the brightest in the pack. It would be her funeral. Well, not literally.. but whatever.

“You’ll need to partner up before we leave,” she had told them. Automatically, Oliver knew he wanted to be partners with Mason. His eyes went to flick back towards Mason when he noticed that another boy was tapping on his shoulder. He could hear the boy whisper if Mason had a partner, and didn’t even let him finish before saying that they could be partners. A ripple of jealously went through Oliver. He didn’t want to just assert himself into the conversation, and demand that Mason be his partner. Okay, so maybe he did want to do that, but that was besides the point. He didn’t want to be rude. Okay, that was also a lie. Oliver turned his head towards the front, and ran his hand through his hair in frustration. Ignoring what the teacher was saying, Oliver let himself put out the fear feelers.

He knew one way to get rid of the boy, and how to make Mason his partner. It wouldn’t be the first time he’s done it, and probably not the last. Oliver focused on the boy, and allowed his fears to be heard. Death. Frogs. Oliver. A laugh escape his lips, and was rewarded with a glare from the teacher. Oliver cleared his throat, and looked down at his desk. He let himself glance at the boy again before letting the fear seep into him. Oliver allowed the fear to sink in, then quickly wrote a note to Mason, and passed it to him when the teacher wasn’t looking.

He’s afraid of me. ;]

That’s all he wrote to Mason before turning back to the boy. Oliver’s vision started going out, and he knew what that meant. He was using too much power, but he didn’t care. Mason was to be his partner not some prissy boy. It only took a few more moments until his vision was gone completely. He could hear the intake of breath from the boy as he looked towards Oliver. At any moment the boy would be seeing Oliver as his worst nightmare; Death himself.

Oliver couldn’t say that he was a big fan of their teacher. She seemed to have this strange superior complex, and it kind of annoyed Oliver. She was suppose to be teaching them to control, and understand their abilities. Oliver had learned neither in this class yet she was still teaching here. Did they always just hire random teachers? What was the protocol on this type of thing? Did they have to have teaching degree, or did anyone qualify as long as they were apart of the supernatural world? These thoughts pondered Oliver’s thoughts for the time being. He didn’t want to let his mind wander elsewhere. It would probably get him into trouble.

Somewhere in the back of his mind, Oliver knew he should behave. He knew that he didn’t always need to resort to using his abilities to get what he wanted, but.. It was Mason. Everyone in this room knew that Oliver and Mason would probably always be partners when it came to such activities. They had been partners in every other partnering assignment. What makes people think this would be any different? Nothing. Nothing made this any different, and Oliver needed this idiots to know that. For a moment, Oliver paused. What had gotten into him? He never acted like this. A quick glance to Mason and the boy, and a low growl escape him. So much so, the girl in front of him squeaked quietly.

When Oliver had discovered that the boy actually feared him, it had amused him. It had also taken him slightly off guard which is why he had ended up laughing during their lesson. The teacher couldn’t do much more to him with him going on this stupid trip. Oliver hadn’t glanced at Mason or the boy when he handed Mason the note. He was too focused on the fear. Oliver faintly heard Mason’s voice saying that he had planned on handling it. A scoff escape his lips, and he said, “The boy doesn’t know how to take a hint.” His voice had come out as a whisper. He had planned to ignore any pleas that Mason might have had, but once he heard the boy’s voice and felt his grip on his arm, Oliver let the fear go. His hands clenched into fists as he let it go, and then Oliver looked down at the hand on his arm then flicked his blue eyes towards Mason. If it hadn’t been Mason there would be no telling what would have happened to someone else who had decided to put their hands on him. Oliver took a deep breath, and glanced towards the other boy. He was looking towards the front now, and had an overly paled face.

Oliver glanced back to Mason, and noticed the note. “What’d it say?” His voice came out low, and raspy. He supposed that’s what he got for getting worked up. Oliver didn’t understand how Mason had such a pull over him, and how he acted. It wasn’t like they were together. Sure, they were friends, and sometimes more than that, but that didn’t mean anything... did it? He would need to ask Bristol the next time he saw her. She would be able to tell him,