Post by Lucas Hartwell on Feb 6, 2018 18:57:30 GMT
"She was a friend. Of course I saw her. But there was nothing to it" Not on her end anyway. Plus until he made moved back here he had rarely seen here.. And since he had she hadn't wanted anything to do with him. So he just saw from afar. It wasn't like they spoke often. He just couldn't help looking at her and wishing things were different. At this point he'd take the friendship with her with nothing else over this "And since school I've been in several relationships." He had tried to move on, and it had been easier to not think of her in Australia where there wasn't much mention, but it had been harder here.
"Ah but youre still in the stadium, and we all know how appearances matter" Sure his word might not matter or count, but he knew appearances matter. No good having one of your players drinking in the stadium or on the job. "if she doesn't want anything to do with me, why was she the one who stopped me? I didn't even know she was there. I would have kept on walking" He didn't think too much before he said that. He should have kept her out of it. He crossed his arms over his chest, and just kept leaning there. He didnt really need to be his kind of trouble in his life. He should have just kept walking when she had made any comment about him.
"Actually, I don't think I have anyone fooled." He said with a casual shrug. He didn't care what people thought about his feelings for her. "I've known I can't have her since we were back at Hogwarts. And you know it's because you upset her that we ended up kissing. You were the cause of that one. Must feel great to be so poor in quidditch to be on the bench 10 years later and to not even be able to keep your girl. If you were so confident about her feelings that she'd accept that ring, why are you threatening me off? Quite curious." He really should watch this so she wouldn't get in trouble later. "My father gets me nothing." even if his spot on puddlemere was helped by his father his play was enough to actually keep him on the pitch.
"Was." Oliver emphasized his eyes narrowing. "See? That's the key word there. Was. You're not anymore. I think she made that clear. I don't care if you didn't hear her every single time or are just willfully ignoring it but you're not her friend." He wagged his finger at his teammate walking around him to the other side of the hallway mainly because he didn't like feeling cornered. He was the alpha on the Gryffindor team, the Captain (that hadn't changed even when Amelia came along though she openly debated him all of the time back then), and that was a hard high status to shake even if you were now benched watching the fun most of the time.
"You need to take the hint and get over it." He warned, a strange lightness to his voice as he practically mocked him to his face taking another unapologetic sip from his flask before turning the top and hiding it back in a pocket on the inside of his blazer. "Doesn't matter where I am. Not on a broom it's not anyone's business. They sell alcohol here, Hartwell. It's legal. Did pops not even make you read the rule book before he put you on the team? You would think it would be the least he could do since he's inconveniencing the rest of us." The spot would have been all Oliver's if Lucas hadn't been traded just because his dad wanted to keep an eye on his precious son. It wasn't fair! No matter. He would get even. He would still win in the end. He had the girl and there was no mistaking the look Lucas always had in his eyes when he looked at her. Whether Oliver still loved her or not he would get the last laugh in that regard.
It was when Lucas had the audacity to bring up his benching that Oliver lost it whizzing around he socked Lucas right in the face with enough force to send him down. "YOUR FATHER GIVES YOU EVERYTHING!" He bellowed, spitting some, as he towered over Lucas. "You stay away from Amelia you got it? And if you ever tell anyone about this I'll make sure she pays for it. You understand?" Red in the face he waited for the other Keeper's reply.
"And it's not like I go out of my way to talk to her, since she's not my friend. Can't help when she talks to me. I was raised better than that." Plus it was difficult to ignore the woman you had feelings for, no matter how much you tried to ignore them and push them away. He turned, following Wood walking around him. He wasn't at all intimidated by the guy. He couldn't physically hurt him like his father had. He had the spot on the starting roster, and his best friend had the starting spot in the position Wood wanted to play. Maybe he should take his own advice and move on from something that clearly wasn't working.
"See you can't control the way I feel. So guess you can't tell me to just get over anything." It was all about control to people like him, right? That's how it had been with his father. Every aspect of his life had been controlled. It still was in a way. "I am pretty sure there is a rule on professional conduct outside of gameplay actually. To make sure you don't make a fool of yourself and muck up the team name." Plus it could cause tension in the locker room if he was being careless like this outside of the pitch. There was almost an unwritten line of how to have fun without going overboard. Lucas didn't think Wood was having that much fun in his current life regardless. "Yes inconviencing you all to actually get some wins for a change." It was helped by the fact he and this fellow chasers played very well together at this point, but it was more than he was doing for sure.
Before he could react, Wood's fist collided with his nose and sent him to the ground. It wasn't particularly hard, it just caught him more off-guard than anything. But it wasn't anything he hadn't been through. His nose hurt, but he hid it well. Years of having additional beatings for crying out in pain would do that to you. "The only thing my father gave me is the ability to know when someone is a scumbag." He pushed himself up so he was back up to standing, not letting him get the upper hand. He didn't need to further speculate on what Wood would do to his ex-friend. His comment on making her pay seemed to confirm it to him. Even though she wasn't really talking to him, he still cared for her, and didn't want her getting hurt more. He didn't need him hitting her. It's why he hadn't hit back. Well that and the fact they were in the stadium. "Have it your way Wood. Just know that was your one free shot. Next time I won't be so forgiving." No he'd actually get to use some of the fighting skills he'd learned in Australia to help with his father.
