get out of my way -- private

Oliver woke up decently early, but did not move to get out of bed for a period of time. He rather laid in his bunk and stared up at the bed above him, which, judging by the noise and the absence of movement, had been evacuated by its inhabitant already. After a while, he resolved to get his lazy ass up and get some breakfast.

Oliver rolled out of bed. He didn't bother to make the bed, and simply strode to the bathroom. He winced, seeing his thick brown hair sticking up here and there in a horrendous bedhead. He opened a cabinet positioned on the wall beside the sink and fished out a tin of hair gel. He got a dallop and attempted to at least calm his hair a little, allowing a small portion to stick up in the front. Then he brushed his teeth and dressed himself rather simply. Orange camp t-shirt, khaki shorts and converse sneakers. Then, he headed to the mess hall.

Once there, Oliver made his way towards the table which held an array of breakfast foods. He made his way towards the line, and grabbed a plate. Lines were a waste of time. Plus he didn't think he would take too long getting food anyway. He did not notice who he had stepped in front of until he heard the voice. Just his voice was simply enough to set disgust in his blood stream. Taking a deep breath, Oliver turned towards Xavier.

"Watch your tone, Hastings. People might think you hate me," Oliver sighed in a mock-concerned voice. Looking at Xavier only made Oliver's distaste for the boy grow. He made a sound of air through his lips and he turned away from Xavier and back to the table of food. He had seriously just woken up. He was in no mood to take shit from this guy so early.

Oliver had just scooped a ladle of eggs onto his plate when he heard the repulsive voice of Xavier from behind him. The boy began to turn around, his mouth formed the beginning of the word 'what', but he halted. His plate tilted and the eggs, bacon, and toast poured off of it and onto Oliver's camp t-shirt. Luckily he hadn't gotten cereal or anything, but the eggs did create quite a mess all over Oliver's torso. It took a moment to process what had happened, and when he did, Xavier had already gone.

Indignation and fury took a hold of Oliver. He could hardly control himself. His hands began to shake, and his face began to turn a deep shade of red. Who the hell did this guy think that he is? Emotions rather than thoughts controlled Oliver at that moment. Oliver stomped over to the table that held the food and found a plastic tray holding little mini boxes of dry cereal. Seizing it, he dumped the cereal off and stormed over to the Zeus table where Xavier was sitting.

"Not so fast asshole, I'm not finished with you," he said, mocking what the boy had said to him. He then raised the tray. His muscles rippled and his anger powered his strength as he brought the tray down onto the side of Xavier's head. Were people staring? Oh yeah. Big time. Did Oliver care? Not in the least. Oliver watched, satisfaction increasingly present on the boy's face. That felt way good.

"Oops, sorry Hastings," Oliver's voice rang throughout the mess hall. The volume had dropped significantly as eyes turned towards Oliver and conversations ceased. "Oh wait, I'm not sorry."

Oliver watched with immense satisfaction as Xavier toppled over out of his chair. Served the damned asshat right. Messing up Oliver's clothes was not acceptable. However, Oliver's smug look was gone almost instantly. Xavier had sprung back up, causing Oliver's smile to flip. And not only that, but also that Oliver could definitely hear the sound of crackles. Oliver was a smart kid and knew Xavier well enough to know that the demigod had electrokinesis. Electrokinesis was the power to manipulate energy into lightning, basically. Just like Zeus.

Oliver whipped his head around. His mind instantly jumped to trying to find something that would reflect electricity. There had to be some sort of rubber material somewhere in the kitchen. Alas, Oliver did not see any. He focused his eyes on Xavier and then widened them. Xavier was holding a bolt of electricity in his bare hand, pointing straight at Oliver. The electricity crackled and popped, and its glow brightened the area of the cafeteria around Xavier. It would have been something of a spectacular sight. That is, if it wasn't pointed threateningly at Oliver.

Oliver dove to the side before he thought Xavier had thrown the lightning bolt, hoping that his beforehand movement would compensate for the fast pace of the traveling light. And, indeed, he was correct. For, as Oliver landed on the ground to the side, the lightning bolt had hurled forward and struck the ground just where he had been standing. The impact sent vibrations reverberating through the floor. Oliver could feel the energy when it hit the ground. A black scorch mark stung the place where he had been standing.

The words that Oliver used to describe Xavier at that moment were chosen carefully, however still not exactly what children should hear. The boy pushed himself off of the ground and onto his feet. Looking at the table beside him, he found and empty drinking glass. He grabbed it and hurled it into the air for Xavier's head, infuriated. How could anyone be so mad? Well, for Oliver, Xavier was the answer to that question.

"That's enough," a voice sounded off to Oliver's side. He turned to see Maverick, one of the camp's more noticeable camp counselors, approaching them angrily. His hair was black and combed straight backward. Although he wasn't ugly, Maverick's appearance was tough and worn. Nobody would dare to mess with him. He stepped right into the middle of Oliver and Xavier, and glowered at each of them in turn. "Stop it right now," he warned, dangerously.

Oliver remained silent as Maverick approached. Having no powers, he really didn't want to get on the bad side of him. Xavier, however, seemed to have a different idea. Which kind of amused Oliver. Maybe his prayers could be answered by Xavier being punished more than Oliver. Judging by Maverick's expression, it was a likely scenario. He was obviously neither phased nor happy about Xavier's smart-ass retorts. And, as if to put wood on the fire, Maverick was a son of Hades.

"Stuff-it, Xavier," Oliver heard him growl. "Mr. D sent me to break this pathetic display up," he said. Oliver lifted his head slightly, forcing himself to relax, and to ignore the anger he felt for Xavier. "But, if you want to have punishment, I'd be happy to oblige," Maverick spat at Xavier, his head now turned directly towards him. Great, Oliver thought. Xavier's fat-ass mouth is going to get us thrown out of camp.

"N-no," Oliver said quickly, before Xavier could get a sound out. He stepped forward a little into Maverick's view, reluctant to be closer to the son of Zeus. "No, we promise it won't happen again. Right?" he asked, shooting a glare at Xavier that could have frightened a hell-hound.

"Good," Maverick replied, shortly. Without another word, the son of death turned on his heels and stormed away. Oliver watched him leave, and when he was out of sight Oliver stomped away, making a quick break towards the doors of the cafeteria. He didn't not under any circumstances want to be in the same room as Xavier any longer, if he could help it.