'I took a bunch of free condoms from health services because I could and all of them fell out of my bag and now you're staring at me weirdly' Oliness ftw
It was the first day of lab in the new semester. Of course, it had to happen on the first day of lab. In front of his pretty lab partner. Who in their right mind would bring a backpack full of free condoms to class? This idiot, Oliver bemoans as he hurriedly stuffs them back into the bag. At least most of the students had cleared out already.
His lab partner - Nessa, he recalls her name easily - looks part horrified and part intrigued, a weird expression altogether. “Are those…?”
“Yeah,” he mumbles. “Sorry you had to see that.”
She waves her hand in front of her, a little too quickly, a little too long. “Whatever, its not like I haven’t seen a condom before.” He wishes he was dead when she speaks again. “Are you planning a long weekend with your girlfriend, or something?”
Fuck, I hate myself. “No! I don’t - I mean I’m not dating…anyone.” Does that sound worse? She’s probably jumping to the conclusion that he just sleeps around.
For the first time, her cheeks turn pink with a blush. “Oh.”
“It’s not what you think,” Oliver says, slinging his bag over his shoulder. “I was at the health clinic and they were free. Just sitting there, you know? So like, I guess I thought I should just …” He tapers off, cringing at every word that has come out of his mouth.
Unexpectedly, she laughs. “Oh my god! You just stole like 2 years worth of condoms for the hell of it?!”
He shrugs, his face hot. “That’s one way to put it.”
She’s grinning at him now and his heart unexpectedly lurches in his chest. The first sign of trouble. Nessa fixes her backpack squarely on her shoulders, still giggling.