The rest of the week I spent sulking around, diving deep into quidditch practices, and trying my hardest to avoid Flint in the halls, because he made it a point to wink at me or try and talk every time I saw him. My whole team felt bad for me and were nice enough to make distractions for me to get away whenever Marcus approached.
"If I hadn't known better, I'd have thought you're avoiding me," Flint said after cornering me in the library Wednesday after school.
"Why would I be doing that?" I chuckled nervously.
"That's what I thought," Marcus said, giving a satisfied nod. "We're still on for Sunday right?"
"Actually-"
"Perfect." He smirked, "Well I've got to go, but I'll talk to you later."
I watched him disappear, letting out a sigh of relief that he didn't choose to stick around for longer.
"Excited for your date?" I heard a Scottish voice behind me.
"Yes, very." I snapped, turning around to find myself face to face with Oliver.
"Seems like it." He chuckled softly. "Why don't you just tell him no?"
"Why would I do that?" I asked, putting my hand on my hip.
"Because you don't want to go with him?" Oliver said incredulously.
"And what if I do?" I said hastily, not wanting to admit Oliver's rightness to him.
"But you don't." He cocked his head to the side, watching me with curiosity.
"But I do," I said defiantly. "I think Marcus has a charming personality."
"Really?" Oliver tittered, "I guess your expression of adoration is very similar to the expression of disgust."
"Jealous Wood?" I said, playfully pouting.
"Of what? A date with an ogre?" He sneered, with what seemed to be genuine disgust.
"Better than a date with you." I retorted.
"Whatever floats your boat Stone." He gave me a short smile before turning on his heel and walking off.
I watched him leave the library and felt pure anger at the fact that he was right.
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"You could still say no to the date," Oliver said nonchalantly while jotting down something from our textbook.
"I want to go," I said, staring at my own barely started notes.
"Oh please, who do you think you're fooling?" Oliver snickered, "You hate the bloke more than you hate me."
"Well not anymore." I huffed, cringing at the very words.
"So you're telling me you like him now?" I could hear the smile seeping through Oliver's voice.
"Well, that's why I'm going on a date with him." I sneered. "To find out."
"I just don't see a pretty girl like you going with a lad like Flint." Oliver continued to snicker.
"Oh, well, unlike someone, I judge people based on personality." I shot Wood a death glare, only to be met with his usual smirk.
"Well, first of all, Flint has the personality of a mountain troll, and you know this as well as anyone else." He grinned harder, much to my annoyance, "But also, are you insinuating that I'm shallow?"
"So what if I am?" I snarled, "You've dated like 3 girls within the last year, and none of them seemed to last you even a week."
Oliver's grin faltered only for a moment, "Well if you would like to know, they were the ones to ask me out, and I dumped them only after finding out that they didn't actually know anything about me, or cared about any of my interests."
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Chasing The Keeper
RomanceThis is an overall very light hearted fanfic with an enemies to lovers plot. VERY MUCH SLOWBURN!!! Enjoy your crumbs Oliver Wood stans. This is a female reader, so all of my male identifying, enby , and other friends, please don't read this if bein...