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It started with a muffled conversation as Felix was leaving his college.
“Yeah, I swear! He’s hiding a proper beast, and unlike the rest of them, he definitely knows what the hell he’s doing.” The girl petered off with a giggle, and the rest of the group she was walking with giggled.
At first, Felix thought she was talking about him since he was certain he had done her five nights ago, going three very adventurous rounds before calling it a night and she left back to her dorm. He started smirking at the thought, the fact that she was still talking about their night together was giving him quite the ego boost, and he was going to start walking in the same direction of the group so he could do the never-failing strut-past-and-wink, but then someone else spoke.
“I remember when he I took my back to mine. I thought he wouldn’t be much, what with the plaid and always wearing collared shirts and looking so damned proper, but I guess what they say about guys like that is true.” Again, the group was giggling.
Felix was a bit annoyed though. He hadn’t slept with this one—he would never forget a shag, good or not—and here they were singing some other guys praises right in front of him. It honestly was a little rude, honestly.
“I swear I saw stars. I let it slip that I liked being tied up after he licked me so well I couldn’t control my mouth, and he said to talk to him again when I can stand on my own and he’d see what he could do.” Here, the girl’s voice dropped lower, and Felix caught himself leaning in to hear more. “I’m thinking about showing up to his tonight in a coat and a black lace number, just like one of those Victoria’s Secrets girls, ya know? Something real classic and sexy-like.” He watched as she went into what she probably thought was a sexy pose and all the girls started roaring with laughter.
The first girl he heard started speaking again, and he was almost one hundred percent sure her name was Sophie. “If I didn’t think it would kill my chances of getting invited to more parties, I snap Oliver up as long as he could continue to fuck me like that.” He watched her sigh wistfully. “Plus, I’m pretty sure that he’s feeling some less than platonic things for Felix Catton.”
At the ending tidbit, Felix took a hard pause, ignoring the background chatter of the girls agreeing with that statement to the best of his ability. He started thinking about the one Oliver he knew that wore plaid and collared shirts constantly and that he consistently hung out with. There was no way the five girls were talking about his Oliver Quick. None of those things could possibly be true about his Ollie.
There was absolutely no possibility the things they were saying were about him . Simply not possible.
Felix shook his head and set off for class again, then thought better of it and went back into the building and started heading back into the building towards Oliver’s room. The entire situation was absolutely ridiculous, and he just had to tell Oliver what was being said and how he confused him for some other bloke.
He reached the dorms, then realized he had no clue which room was Oliver’s. Felix tilted his head and thought back, and it occurred to him that he’d never been to Oliver’s room since Oliver always came to him. His hands went on to his hips as he tapped his foot and debated what he should do, before he threw up his hands and decided to head to class and snag Oliver the next time he saw him.
That would have to do, and in the meantime, he could just talk to Farleigh about what he’d heard and laugh since there was no way that any of that could be about Oliver Quick.
Except, once Felix got to his lecture—ten minutes late, of course—and started texting Farleigh about it, his irritating cousin only sent back a continuous stream of capital x’s and d’s, even when Felix started complaining.
Further confused and now having to also ask someone what the hell Farleigh meant with these symbols, Felix cemented his resolve to find Oliver and ask him. He decided to check for him at Bodleian since the only thing Oliver did when he wasn’t with him was study.
Felix chuckled to himself and rode his bike towards the library, the amusement remaining on his face all the while.
He spotted Ollie’s bike right outside the library like he’d expected and made his merry way to the usual table the short boy always sat at while studying and spotted the carefully parted and slicked back hair and dreadful blue plaid shirt that screamed Ollie almost immediately. His smile grew to a ridiculous degree as he let his hands fall onto the boy’s shoulders as he whisper-yelled his name, hoping to see him jump.
“Hello Felix.” Felix pouted as Oliver turned around for a quick glance back with a straight face before continuing to work on a paper.
Pulling out a chair, Felix plopped down right next to him and threw an arm over the back of his chair, mentally taking note of the fact that the weird sums boy wasn’t there today. “Hey, Ollie!” Felix said again, perhaps in a voice too loud for a library at the looks people around them sent his way and the way Oliver twitched. “I was looking for you for ages . I wanted to tell you about what I overheard today!”
Felix waited for some type of acknowledgement, specifically a smile or Oliver’s blue, blue eyes focused on him rather than his stupid paper, but instead Oliver kept writing and directed a passing hum in askance to Felix’s statement. The Catton pouted, then remembered what he was about to talk about then lit up again. “I was heading to class earlier and heard about some sex-god named Oliver who was making his way through the female population.” Felix started laughing, but Oliver didn’t and instead just looked at him, with a slight bit of confusion in his eyes.
“Yes. And?”
At this, the amusement started drifting away from Felix’s face the longer he looked at Oliver’s face. “What do you mean “And?”? I thought they were talking about you, and I was so confused but the longer I thought about it, the more I realized it could possibly be you.” Felix shook his head at the ignorance of the early morning him and chuckled again. “When I told Farleigh, he just kept sending x’s and d’s, irritating me to no end.”
“But Felix,” he tilted his head back to meet Ollie’s gaze again. “You know those girls probably were talking about me, right?”
Felix felt his eyes widen as something hot and burning surged through him as he scoffed in denial at Oliver’s statement. “Oliver, you don’t have to lie and take credit for someone else’s great work. It’s okay that you’re a virgin. I won’t let Farleigh judge you.” He lifted his hand off the chair and patted his back in a pitying manner.
Instead of the reassurance Felix meant to give off, Oliver stood up and packed his rucksack harshly, almost like he was angry at him, but Felix couldn’t imagine why that would be the case. “I’m not feeling well. I’m going to lay down. You should go find Farleigh.” With that, Oliver stalked out, not even telling Felix goodbye or asking what he’d be doing later.
Felix leaned back in disbelief, mouth still open at the abruptness of the bloke’s exit. What the hell was everyone’s problem today?