Author's note: HAHA! Thought I died, didn't ya? Well, you can't get rid of me that easily! AHA FOOLISH MORTALS! Okay, okay, I gotta start laying off on the helium...
Thanks: To Property Of Marcus Flint, because she did beta my first chapter and give me ideas. I haven't talked to her in forever, so if you're her and you happen to be reading this... WHERE THE HELL HAVE YA BEEN! Also, thanks to everyone who reviewed. I'd go into individual thank yous, but I'll save that for next chapter because I'm lazy. Also thanks to anyone who didn't give up on me and are still reading this fic after 500 million years of no updating.
Chapter 2
"We have to name the egg," Oliver told Marcus bluntly, cornering him as they were leaving Potions.
"You're the woman, you name it," Marcus snapped, rolling his eyes. Oliver looked like he was about to let loose a string of profanity, but bit his tongue.
"I am not the woman, but I like the name Gloria," Oliver said through clenched teeth. Marcus did not take to this name well.
"What the fuck! It's a boy, not a girl, and Gloria's a stupid name," Marcus looked at Oliver as if he was wasting his time, as if he actually planned on going to his next class.
"My mom's name is Gloria," Oliver said, getting angrier and less tolerant by the second.
"I prove my point. I'll name it Thomas," Marcus sneered, walking away.
"Fuck you, Flint," Oliver called after him.
"My my, Oliver, slow down, we'll be working together all year, no need to fuck me so early in this relationship," Marcus laughed, not even looking back.
"Stupid bastard," Oliver muttered, going to his next class.
"Stupid mother fucking bastard bitch ass..." Oliver muttered every curse word he knew as he made his way up to the prefects' dorms.
"Bad day?" Percy asked as Oliver entered the room they shared. Oliver smiled tiredly.
"Yeah," he answered, raking his hand through his short brown hair messily. Percy continued writing for a few more seconds until he seemed satisfied with whatever he was working on and then turned to Oliver.
"So... wanna talk about it?" Percy asked.
"Not really, but thanks anyways Perce," Oliver sighed, collapsing like a dead body onto his bed.
"Okay, but I'm here if you change your mind," Percy said, turning back to his work.
"Okay, thanks. Goodnight Perce."
There was a few seconds of silence and Oliver was already being overcome by sleep when Percy finally spoke again, his voice drifting from the other side of the room where he still sat at his desk.
"Goodnight Oliver."
Author Note: Again, sorry for the shortness. I will try to make the next chapter longer. Remember to review please! I'll love you forever.
