Oliver Grey

I’m in. And I might know just the guy to help you cohost, if you need one. 

Great, I’ll look forward to seeing you there. Will you be bringing a plus one? Not that it matters, I’m just very nosy. Oh? Do tell, I’m a lazy party planner. 

So far, I have zero plans for Halloween this year, and I need to change that ASAP, so… who’s planning on throwing a party? Otherwise, I’m going to have to do something at my place, …which would mean having a party of maybe five people, max. @elitestarters·

Man, that blows. It gives me an idea, though. Stay tuned, and check back in a few. I’ll make sure everyone has somewhere to go on Halloween. 

Far be it for me to wonder how social media fits the course, I wonder what my partner will be like. Has anyone met with theirs yet? I don’t think the names have gone up yet, but maybe it’s my internet.

I learned a while ago not to question these things. Just smile, nod, get the grade, and get the fuck out. But you’re right, I haven’t seen a list yet. I’m guessing they’ll wait until the very end of the week, so we all have the weekend. If you’re such an eager beaver you could always set up profiles for every member of the class in advance, just in case. 😏

Quinn: Who pissed in your cheerios?

Quinn: You say that as if you don't know my parents and my schedule.

Oliver: Excuse me for asking, then.

Quinn’s official boyfriend might have been the Las Dalton Encinas quarterback, but he didn’t know that she was faking it when she turned that voice on. He didn’t notice a lot of things that Oliver noticed, and maybe that was why she leaned in closer when he said what he did. She was contemplating laying her head across his chest when he rolled out of bed and she found herself looking at his body instead, enjoying the movement of each individual muscle. Her lower lip found its way into her mouth, between her teeth, and she did nothing to hide how she ate him up with her eyes. 

“Careful or you might not make it out of the bedroom, crepes be damned.” Her eyebrows raised, her eyes daring, twinkling with the excitement of that carefree intimacy and the freedom she felt when saying something like that to Oliver. Sexual commentary was on the same lines as ‘lets eat a cheeseburger’ and ‘I think I’ll skip a responsibility today.’ It felt like it was against the rules, and of course there were many reasons it felt that way with Oliver. She sat up, pulling the sheet up with her to keep herself warm and modestly cover some of her bare body. “He can ask all he wants, by the way. My family thinks I’m doing bible study with Brittany.” So she was safe, Russell Fabray wasn’t going to tell her that she was making a mistake and whisk her away. But he would be on her boyfriend’s ass if he tried to make her change her Friday plans. That wasn’t the point though and on some level, she knew that. If she couldn’t do this casual sex thing without catching feelings, Oliver had to be feeling the same. Though she feared he wasn’t, which was a big part of why she didn’t bring it up. How embarrassing it would be to tell him that she wanted him and end up rejected. “Strawberries and blueberries. I’ll sit in the kitchen with you, I wouldn’t want to miss you in an apron.”

Quinn’s expression as he showed off his toned body certainly didn’t escape Oliver’s notice, and he didn’t even move to hide the smirk that spread across his face. He enjoyed knowing she wanted him, knowing that some part of her found something about him so attractive, she chose to lie to everyone else in her life, to break every one of those personal rules of hers he knew existed, just to be with him. It wasn’t just about that, though. Despite his demeanor, Oliver could appreciate the little things, the things that, if she were asked, he was willing to bet Quinn wouldn’t even realize that he realized. The fact that she didn’t run to the bathroom to fix her hair and makeup every time she woke up in the morning. The fact that she let her guard down around him, saying how she truly felt versus maintaining the infamous persona he’d come to both know and hate. The fact that she spoke freer, and didn’t bother editing herself. Oliver noticed the little things, and those were the things he’d come to love cherish the most about Quinn Fabray. 

Her comment came, and he wiggled his eyebrows both playfully and suggestively. “Oh, we’ll make it out of the bedroom alright. You think I’m afraid to fuck you in the kitchen? My parents aren’t home, Princess, it’s just you and I here. I’ll fuck you on every square inch of this house, then take you to the front lawn, just to prove I will.” Leaning forward, he placed his hands on either side of her on the bed, his weight on the heels of his hands as he pressed his lips to the shell of her ear. “And because I can’t get enough of your perfect body. Those gorgeous noises you make for me. How it sounds when you moan my name, those nails scratching at my back while you come again, and again, and...” His lips made their way down her neck, the scruff of his five o’clock shadow brushing lightly against the sensitive skin there, enough to bring goosebumps across her chest and arms. “...Again.” He whispered, nipping at her skin with his teeth before moving to ghost his lips across hers before righting himself once more. He rolled his eyes at the way she covered herself, but smirked as she repeated the lie he knew she’d told so many times, laughing to himself.

 There was no denying how beautiful she looked, stunning really, her still-naked body wrapped in nothing but his sheet and his scent, her blonde hair falling freely around her shoulders, perfectly framing her face. It was in those moments he wanted to say it, wanted to throw caution to the wind and tell her just what he felt for her. Still, his own fears held him back, and he bit his tongue once again. “Your wish is my command, Princess.” He nodded. Leaning forward, he took hold of the bottom of the sheet, ripping it away from her body, leaving her exposed once again. After a moment to take her in, he opened his arms, reaching forward to pull her up, holding her against him before lifting her easily, wrapping her legs around his waist as he began to carry her out of the room and towards the kitchen. “There’s my good girl.” He whispered, pressing a kiss to her cheek as he carried her down.

The only problem with the perfect relationship that Quinn had crafted for herself in order to maintain her image was the fact that she wasn’t in love with her boyfriend. Their relationship was all for show on her end and all she ever thought about when they were together was how to best utilize him in order to keep herself at the top of the social ladder. That was what she was raised to do. Her parents approved of her choices. But Quinn could love Oliver, she often thought about it when she was safely alone and could allow herself to think things like that. It wasn’t the gifts, though she did have a soft spot for stuff like that because her parents had taught her to. It was the man. Now wasn’t the time for thoughts like that though, even if the smile on her lips remained as they spoke. 

“You’re so funny,” Quinn replied in that fake saccharine voice that she put on at parties that her family brought her to, exaggerating it for her entertainment. “So you’re offering to cook for me too? How romantic. I always forget that you can cook, I don’t really know anyone that can.” Deciding to play a little hard to get and push his buttons to test him, her smile shifted microscopically into something a bit more playful as she said, “What about crepes?” thinking that she’d really stumped him there.

Of course Oliver was more than familiar with Quinn’s boyfriend- the jocky douche who was literally everything he wasn’t. In fact, the two couldn’t have been more opposite. And when he looked at things objectively, it was apparent to Oliver why someone like Quinn Fabray would wind up with someone like that jock. That didn’t stop the thoughts that came late at night, during the times when she didn’t. It didn’t stop how he felt, turning down women who promised him any and everything for just one night, the nights he gave her so freely. It didn’t stop what he felt when he saw them together, holding hands, showing up to events, playing the perfect couple. There were more than a few times that he’d considered breaking things off, but just couldn’t bring himself to go there. The hope was everlasting, though so was the knowledge that no matter what he did, he’d never be good enough to be a fixture in her world. 

Oliver tightened his lips, though slacked his jaw as he mimicked her obviously fake, sickly-sweet voice. “God, I fucking hate it when you do that. It’s not you, and it’s fucking gross.” Rolling his eyes, he let himself fall onto his back, draping a hand over his own chest. “Right, right, you forget. As if I don’t make you breakfast every Saturday morning. You know, one day Mr. Dick For Brains is going to start wondering why you aren’t able to sleep over on Friday nights. I’m just tossing that out there.” Sighing, Oliver rolled off the bed, lifting his arms above his head in a stretch that flexed every visible muscle in his body. “I can do crepes, What kind of fruit do you want with them?”

There was something abrasive about the way that Quinn approached the world and everyone in it, that was the way she’d been raised to be. She was prim and proper, they’d started texting last night because she was damning someone to hell on the public social media dash, but there was something delightful about what they were doing. Quinn felt free here, with Oliver, she was breaking every rule and she had never felt more free. This time with the man she knew to be a drug dealer was definitely starting to become addictive to her. Seeing her hair on his social media like that wouldn’t be obvious to anyone else, but it was obvious to her and it felt dangerous. She liked it, the thought of her boyfriend or her parents looking at it made her heart race; it was thrilling, she must have been a adrenaline junkie or something. 

Besides, in the back of her mind there was always the thought that someone might figure things out and this could be the moment it happened. Her world would crumble and the thought was absolutely terrifying and incredibly bliss-inducing at the same time. “No, keep it up. It already has a bunch of likes, it would be a shame to waste that.” Sure, Jan.

So her expression softened without her thinking about it, now that her focus was in her head and not on her face, showing a side of her that had probably attracted Oliver to her in the first place. This was a rare moment, her guard was down because she was daydreaming and that distracted her physically and mentally. “You wore me out, I slept like a baby. What about you? You’re up early.”

Oliver nodded at Quinn’s request, leaning back a bit to put his weight on his elbow. “Alright then, it stays.” The response was simple, but most of his were. It wasn’t often that Oliver felt the need to posture, or put on airs. He tried not to be complicated, and was, for the mostpart, the definition of ‘what you see is what you get’. In fact, he kept nearly everything in his life as uncomplicated as possible...With the exception of Quinn. Part of him hoped that if he gave her enough gifts, invited her over enough, treated her well enough, fucked her good enough, he’d get the chance to be more than her thrilling, dirty secret. Still, an even bigger part of him was aware that would likely never be the case. At his current juncture, he was simply attempting to find which way he could live with easier. Reaching forward with his free hand, he ran his fingers gently through her blonde hair, eyes gazing softly at her as he went. 

“Of course I did, you don’t have to tell me that. Your screams last night were more than enough for me to get the hint.” Winking, he tipped his head back a bit, chuckling. “Yeah, kind of. It’s alright, though. Just couldn’t sleep anymore I guess. What are you hungry for? I’ll make whatever you want, if we don’t have it I’ll order it.”

Does anyone happen to know where the nearest gym is, that doesn’t cost $150+ to get into? The school’s is closed today. Thanks. 

You too, eh? I’ve got a private gym. Come over if you want, I’ll text you the address. 

You can thank my dad for that. …Or maybe blame him. Depends. But hey, don’t worry, I’m not as scary of a coach as he was. I don’t really give a shit if you want to just fuck around the whole time and not take it seriously. As long as I’m getting paid, that’s fine by me.·

Thanks, man. I’ve been feeling really great lately. Definitely better than I was a couple years ago.·

Funny, I generally say the same. Maybe my Dad and your Dad should have lunch. Then again...Maybe not. Oh, excellent, we’ll get along just fine then. Really, I’m just looking to get out of the house. I need something to do, aside from...Business.·

Waking up, Quinn did what she always does first thing in the morning, which is reach out to grab her phone. Normally, she would rush into the bathroom to fix her face and hair too but she was at Oliver’s and there was something about the other man that let her let her guard down a little bit. Not much, but a little bit. She felt a little queasy, but chalked it up to how long their night had been as she scrolled through her phone to make sure she hadn’t missed anything important; texts, calls, or social media. That’s when she saw the photo and after scrutinizing the photo and zooming in, she plopped her phone down into her lap with her hands still wrapped around it and looked over at Oliver much in the same way that a librarian looks down her glasses at a noisy child in the library. “You can see me in your pic, you know.” She wasn’t mad though, and it shone through in her tone. Nobody would guess it was her, and if they did… at least he was an elite now. Her boyfriend, however, might see things differently. He was the quarterback, football players always a certain way about their girlfriends.

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Oliver wasn’t stupid, he knew how careful he was supposed to be when it came to the precarious situation he’d managed to get himself into with one Quinn Fabray. It was always there, at the front of his mind, no matter how hard he tried to push it back. Not saying too much, not posting too much, always speaking and reading between the lines. For the most part, it didn’t bother Oliver. As a general rule of thumb, that was his personality anyway, something he’d picked up from the family business years ago. Still, when it came to Quinn, and all the feelings he obviously had but couldn’t speak, he found it more and more difficult to keep quiet. He was careful to always frame things in a way that left everything ambiguous, like he could just leave, just turn away, just move on to another fuck at the drop of a hat. At this point, though, he was pretty sure they both knew that wasn’t the case. It was the fear that stopped him from saying so out loud, and that wasn’t something he took lightly. Oliver Grey wasn’t afraid of anything...At least not that anyone knew. 

He’d awakened on another morning, sunlight streaming in through his large bedroom windows, arms wrapped around the most gorgeous woman he’d ever laid eyes on. And he hadn’t been able to stop himself from snapping a picture. Oliver had noticed the blonde hair draped across a pillow in the furthest corner of the photo, though he’d chosen not to crop it out this time, knowing no one would be able to tell...Other than Quinn herself. He knew her well, a fact that had been proven as soon as she’d woken herself. Glancing over at her, he cocked a half-smile in her direction. “I do know. The question is, what are you going to do about that, Princess? Make me take it down?” Raising an eyebrow he leaned over, taking her gently by the chin before closing the distance between them to press a firm but gentle kiss to her lips. “Good morning, Q. Did you sleep alright?”

Quinn: Don't get a big head. Or is it too late for that already? I'm on my way.

Oliver: Right, right. I'm the one with the ego.

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Quinn: /You/.

Quinn: Are you jealous of all the replies he got out of me? You miss me. I could slip out for the night.

Oliver: Me.

I’m trying to buy a new car, and if I want that to happen I’m going to need to up the number of tennis lessons I’ve been giving lately, so… if anyone’s looking to pick up a new hobby, hit me up. I know a bunch of you around here have bottomless wallets, which I’m pretty sure means you can cough up some cash to get trained by an award winning athlete. @elitestarters·

That’s an excellent fucking work ethic you’ve got there, I can respect that. Sign me up for some lessons, mate. You’ve sold me. Fair warning, I lack hand-eye coordination and may or may not lose interest after an hour, but I’ll pay you for multiple sessions and we’ll see how it goes. You’re looking great, Ander.