Teen Wolf Imagines

Hurricane || Prt. 3

The night went by excruciatingly slow. You tossed and turned all night. Your heart filled with guilt and regret. You thought Theo was different but he proved Stiles right and you were nearly ready to lose your friends for him. On the other hand, however, you didn't let Theo give a full explanation and you always thought everyone should have that chance. You had just bitched Scott out for not hearing Stiles out and now you're doing exactly what he did. But, then again, you know there can't possibly be a good reason for Theo to have done anything that he's done and he did admit to fucking up.

It's now the morning and Stiles is standing in your kitchen, his finger pressed against his bottom lip as he paces, a nervous tick he's seemed to always have.

"You're making me dizzy." You groan, your eyes begging you to go back to sleep.

"What if he, what if Scott doesn't believe us? I can't lose my best friend." Stiles stops his pacing and eyes you with the glossed over eyes.

"He's the optimist. He will, if not today eventually, forgive you and besides, he'll believe us whenever Theo shows his true colors with whatever his master plan is." You roll your eyes before placing your head on your arms against the table.

"We should just kill him."

"Stiles. That's still what got you into this mess." You mumble from your darkened space.

"Okay, you should kill him. I mean, he fucked you over and-"

"I'm not killing him." You pick your head up and shake your head.

"I don't get what his point-" Stiles stops as Scott walks into your kitchen.

"Door was open." He says, moving to sit beside you. "So, you wanted to talk."

"Yeah, Stiles is your best friend and I don't know, Scotty, why don't ya hear him out? Instead of Theo's dickface." You grumble with as much as sarcasm as you can muster.

"Uh, are you okay?" Scott asks hesitantly.

"Fucking fantastic. Talk your shit out. I'm the mediator." You put your head back down and allow Stiles to start his argument.

"Okay, look, I didn't kill him on purpose. I just, didn't feel bad about it when it happened." Stiles admits and you feel Scott shift beside you.

"We don't kill people." Scott says and if you could roll your eyes into another dimension, you would.

"What should I have done, Scott?" Stiles raises his voice and you're forced to look up, making sure one of them won't storm out.

"Anything. Just something." You stare at Scott with a scrunched faces that's drenched in disgust and disappointment. "What?" Scott's brows furrow as his eyes move to yours.

"Are you fucking kidding me? Your best friend almost DIED. D-I-E-D. DIED. Multiple times and all because of you, if you wanna get into technicalities. The one time, Stiles physically can not simply apprehend someone, you're shunning him? Seriously, you've known Theo a total of five years? Compared to like fourteen with Stiles? You're gonna believe Theo who has no problem fucking anyone over, over your best friend?"