ollieΒ ! --
he paced around the kitchen, running a hbd through his hair frustratedly, closing his eyes briefly. he wanted reid to deny it, to say no, even if he was lying, because if that were the case ollie could at least pretend to be oblivious to the betrayal and live on, turn a blind eye, give them the benefit of the doubt, he didnβt care as long as the denial came from him. but it didnβt. he confirmed his accusations, that were no longer an accusation but the truth. he spoke through gritted teeth. βman, if youβre lying you can stop now. this isnβt a funny joke.β his fists were curled up so tight he could his his fingernails digging into his palm as it trembled with anger. reid was his best friend and he didnβt want to see him as anything else, especially not as the guy who fucked the love of his life. βreid tell me youβre fucking joking!β he was desperate and anyone could see it in his eyes.
reid watched as ollie paced their kitchen, glad that heβd given up on punching for the moment. he was sure the punch ollie had landed was already causing his face to redden and he wasnβt going to be surprised if the throbbing of his face turned into a bruise over the next few hours. as he thought about it, his hand went up to his face, grimacing as he felt the pain and heat of his skin. at least reid could hold his own against ollie, they were probably the best matched to fight against each other on campus. as he saw ollieβs fist clench, he stepped out of the kitchen to the other side of the island, noting a little bit of space would be best for them both. part of him wanted to give his friend a sarcastic response but he held his tongue; ollie was already mad enough without him being mature about it.Β β i canβt, β he said calmly, preparing for ollie to make his way around the counter to punch him yet again. he deserved it, he knew, which was why he hadnβt done more than push the male off the first time.Β β it just - happened. β












