Payback

Well here is my first attempt at an original fic.
I hope every one enjoys it!
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The man absently blew golden stray hairs away from his eyes as he continued to scribble away on blackboard. The blonde glanced up at the clock and let out a deep sigh, knowing good and well he would be unable to teach anything to the herd of teenagers in the last ten minutes of class. He could hear his students chattering on about their weekend plans behind his back and decided to give all hope of teaching.

“Mr. Hayden, you got any plans this weekend?” The teacher placed his chalk down and cringed inwardly at poorly formed sentence. Fighting back his inward English teacher, Mr. Hayden turned around and smiled pleasantly toward the student that had spoken.

“Not really Shawn, I just have some papers to grade,” The blonde stopped talking for a moment and then smiled even brighter, “Oh, but do not forget to read the next five chapters of Anthem. There will be a quiz on Monday.” A loud chorus of groans could be heard around the classroom, but Mr. Hayden didn’t seem to mind the upset teenagers.

The loud buzz of the ending bell sent the teens flying from their seats and out the door; some calling out their goodbyes as they made their way out of the door. Mr. Hayden gathered up the loose papers from his desk, before heading out the door himself. As the man made his way towards his car, he thought about his upcoming date with the gorgeous Ms. Lace from the math department. He had made reservations at highly revered Italian restaurant Fiore, and nothing could go wrong.

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“Hey kiddo, it’s hard to believe you’re actually reading” The dark headed teen huffed, and placed the book down on the counter.

“You know Olli, sometimes I want to better myself.”

“Sure you do” The one called Olli smiled towards his younger brother, “So what is the real reason for your sudden interest in reading?”

“Well if you must know, Mr. Hayden assigned chapters to be read, but I haven’t even started the damn book. He even said that there would be a quiz on it come Monday.” Olli held back the urge to laugh at his younger sibling’s misery.

“That will teach you to procrastinate”

“Dude don’t you have somewhere to be like work perhaps”

“Shit Shawn, why didn’t you remind me?” Now it was the younger teens turn to laugh at Olli’s anger. Olli quickly grabbed his jacket, and darted towards the only exit out of the tiny city apartment.

“I’ll bring back something for dinner k?” Shawn just huffed and flipped to a new page in the aged book.

Olli practical flew down the stairs, jumping over the railing of the last few stairs in hopes of making it to his bike faster. He jerked the bike up from the rack and straddled the seat, peddling before his bottom even hit the seat. Olli glanced down at his watch and let loose a long string of cuss words.

“Five minutes, damn” He peddled faster, his long black locks impairing his vision as the wind whorled round him.

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“‘Bout time you showed up Oliver. Ya’ know you’ll need to stay longer for being late.” A gruff voice shouted from within the confines of the hectic kitchen.

“Duke, it was only ten minutes. You know what, never mind, I don’t want to argue. Throw me an apron.” Olli pulled his hair back into loose ponytail and fastened the apron around the waist.

Standing amongst the other chefs, waiters, and bus-boys, Oliver looked like a giant. Standing a little over 6’5” with black hair, he could easily be spotted in the overcrowded kitchen. He headed towards his cooking quarters, and began to read the upcoming orders. Olli let out a deep sigh, looking at the list of meals he was to prepare.

“God forbid Fiore have a slow day” Oliver mumbled under his breath, as he began the preparations.

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By nine the dinner crowed had begun to disperse, leaving only a few couples in the Italian restaurant. Many of the workers had begun to make their way homes, leaving the few couples left in the room to the capable hands of their secondary chef, Oliver.

Olli quickly prepared his last order of the night and headed towards the only table in the room which had not received their food. Olli smiled pleasantly towards the young brunette that sat at the small table, not even taking note of her companion.

“Sorry for the wait miss, I hope everything is to your liking.” Oliver then turned his head towards the other person sitting across the brunette.

“Here you are sir, sor...” half way through his sentence Olli stopped and stared into the face of a young blonde headed man. He tried to form the rest of the sentence but it just wouldn’t come out. The face he had come to hate, was staring back at him. Still had perfect hair and complexion, and still wore those expensive clothes that Olli knew he would never be able to own.

Whether from shock or hatred, Oliver dropped the man’s order onto the man and the floor.

“I’m so sorry. Let me...” Oliver mumbled under his breath, not really wanting to help his enemy.

“God, what is your problem man.” The blonde nearly shouted, causing the woman at the table to scoot away from the whole scene.

“I want your name; you’re going to pay to have this suit cleaned.” Oliver stared into the blonde’s mint colored eyes, floored by being asked his name. He knew he had changed since high school, but not enough not to even be recognized by the man who had made his life a living hell. The dark headed man didn’t know whether to laugh or just out-right punch the other man in his perfect face. A smile small crept onto Olli’s lips, the wheels of a very devious plan already beginning to spin.

“Names Oliver, you’re welcome to come see me anytime you’d like.” The smile seemed to cool the blonde off a little, if not throw him off. Oh yes, Oliver was going to teach Alexander just how much of a bitch life could be.

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A.N.
Sorry for any grammer mistakes, english is not my best subject, but I tried to catch my mistakes as I went. please R & R