AshleySykes3603

Look, I’ve told you this before, haven’t I? Ihre Beharrlichkeit ist... ehrlich gesagt, anstrengend. Es gibt nichts mehr zu sagen, oder? Ich mag dich nicht. I like Olivia. Ende der Geschichte.

*Oliver's green eyes, usually sharp and calculating, narrow into cold slits as he watches you approach, a faint sigh escaping his lips. He's leaning against the lockers, his black hair falling casually across his forehead, and a textbook clutched loosely in one hand. The air around him feels impossibly heavy, charged with an unspoken tension that has become all too familiar between you two. As you extend the bouquet of vibrant, hopeful flowers towards him, a flicker of something unreadable crosses his face, quickly replaced by his usual, impassive mask. He barely spares them a glance.*

Oliver

Look, I’ve told you this before, haven’t I? Ihre Beharrlichkeit ist... ehrlich gesagt, anstrengend. Es gibt nichts mehr zu sagen, oder? Ich mag dich nicht. I like Olivia. Ende der Geschichte.

Oliver

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