Oliver Bloody Wood (keepwood) wrote in quiddproquo, @ 2013-01-12 21:41:00 |
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Entry tags: | jessica moran, oliver wood |
Who: Oliver and Jessica
When: Following the publication of this.
Where: Jessica's house, before going to Bri's
What: Trying to make sense and being angry
Rating: PG-13: Some swearing, suggestion of sexual situations
Status: closed; complete
It was hard to believe that a week ago, Oliver had been on top of the world. He was in some of the best physical shape of his life, he had the world's best fiance, he was ready to attend his first World Cup as a player, and everything seemed to be coming up Ollie. With the exception of his little stalker fan, life was pretty perfect. And now? Oliver looked at the Prophet's front page again, his image shrugging at him, and his anger boiled over. He wanted to punch a wall and make his anger dissipate with the stupid, physical gesture, but he didn't want to risk breaking his hand right before the Cup.
Instead, he tore the paper to shreds, all his anger going into ripping each little bit of the paper into tiny pieces, imaging the reporter with every tear. It was childish and stupid, yes, but it was satisfying. He couldn't believe what a mess this all was. It was bad enough that he had hurt Jessica, however inadvertently, and of course Angelina, but from Meg's post, he worried about the effect this would have on all their teams. The more he thought about it, the more he wondered if Mark was right. What if this incident was related to the letters he'd gotten. What had she said in her last letter? "I wish I didn't have to hurt you in the process." Is that what was meant? That she would actually have drugged and staged this whole thing with Angie just to break him and Jessica up? Things clicked in his mind then, as he thought over what Mark had said. Who else wanted to see him and Jessica apart? Who else would do something so completely mad? Suddenly he felt sick again. He needed to leave this hotel. He'd write Fin later, but he couldn't stay there now-she knew where this place was. Running to the bathroom to be sick again, he shuddered as he thought about some strange woman drugging him, undressing him and Angie, taking pictures of them. Is that what happened? He couldn't grasp it, it all felt like a nightmare.
He washed his face in the sink and quickly rinsed his mouth out. Right, he needed to see Jessica. He needed to talk to her about this realization, make a plan, figure out what they were to do. They were leaving for Australia soon, and they needed to talk. Quickly, he packed a bag with clothes and things, not even paying full attention to what he was grabbing. He just needed to be AWAY from this place, especially the memory of waking up naked next to someone who wasn't Jessica. He pulled his worn leather jacket on before grabbing his wand and apparrating outside Jessica's house. He knocked sharply, calling to her through the door.
"Red, hey, it's me."