Oliver rests his head on the table in front of him, feeling dead tired and desperately wanting to go home already. He’s never liked school… found it always full of assholes who would judge and pick on him, often calling him strange and creepy. He didn’t mind being called strange but the creepy one kind of stings. Couldn’t blame them though… even Oliver found himself a little creepy sometimes.

Thinking back to his days in high-school and middle-school he was often left out, never having any friends. Why did he think college would be any different? Perhaps it was just wishful thinking. God how he wishes he could at least have one friend, someone he could talk to and confide in when he needed it. However… Oliver has given up. Deciding that it would be better to just try and blend in with the crowd instead of putting himself out there again… wanting to avoid the negative comments he usually gets when he tries to talk to people.

Groaning softly he buries his face further into his arms, shutting out the world and trying to shew away his depressing thoughts. The sun feels nice and warm on his back as it filters through the window, illuminating his table in the quiet corner of the library, giving him a small… very small -like a teensy-weensy tiny- bit of comfort.

Just as he finally relaxes he feels and hears someone sit down at his table, making his body jolt slightly before he hesitantly peeks up from his resting spot on the table.

Oliver’s breath hitched when his gaze landed on Anon. The oh-so pretty new girl in his math course. Fuck.

Internally he begins to panic, digging his fingernails into his arm as he silently debates with himself if he should just sit up and acknowledge them or pretend he’s sleeping. Just as he was about to choose the later option -pretend to be asleep- her eyes meet his and his cheeks immediately flush, feeling completely ashamed and embarrassed for being caught staring… like a fucking creep.

Straightening his back, he slowly pulls himself up from his resting spot on the table, awkwardly shifting in his chair as discomfort begins to eat away at his gut. Knowing that it will probably be even weirder if he doesn’t say anything he decides to just mumble out a simple: “Uh… Hi.” He forces a small smile onto his face, desperately trying to come off as friendly instead of creepy.