Chapter 3: You are not dead yet
**OLIVER**
The bell rang, signaling the end of the last class of the day. I packed my books and other writing materials and walked out of the classroom. I kept them inside my locker and went in search of William.
The hallway was fully crowded, students chattering endlessly. It would be so hard to locate him. It would be best if I waited for him outside.
I made a turn around the hallway and bumped into a hard body. I lost my balance from the sudden contact, falling butt down on the hard concrete floor.
A low sound of pain escaped my mouth at the impact.
"Are you fucking blind! Why don’t you watch where you’re going!"
The hairs on my body froze at the familiar icy tone and voice. My gaze slowly traveled through combat boots, to a pair of jeans and a black leather jacket. Then I met with his cold angry stare of the one person I have been avoiding. The one person I shouldn’t have bumped into.
Keiran.
I scrambled to my feet. It was embarrassing to have him stare down at me, like I was a speck of dust he would like to trample upon. It’s been almost two months since I last saw him. He looked just slightly different in appearance. He has always been tall. My head was in direct level with his chest, but then again maybe I was just short.
He seemed bigger, his muscles more pronounced, filling up his shirt. His facial features even harder than I remembered. His grey eyes were stone cold and intimidating as usual.
"I...I’m sorry," I mumbled out the apology and tried to step past him.
I wasn’t so lucky.