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Eve sat on Stiles's bed flipping through magazine while stiles video called scott. when scott picked up stiles shot a light up gun at him.
"what'd you find out?" scott asked stiles when he put the toy gun down.
"well, it's bad, jackson's got a separated shoulder." stiles answered.
"because of me?" Scott asked.
"because he's a tool," stiles said
"and a douche!" eve shouted standing up from stiles's bed and sat on stiles lap. Both of them being comfortable being so close to one another, though it brought a tint of pink to both of the teenagers faces.
"Hey eve" Scott said to eve who smiled and waved. "Well is he gonna play?" Scott asked stiles returning to their previous conversation.
"Well, they don't know yet. Now they're just counting on you for Saturday," Stiles answered.
Eve noticed something in the corner of of the screen in Scott's bedroom behind him. Stiles must have noticed to because he began to type in the keyboard "it looks like someone behind you" but it froze. Stiles and eve watched as Scott was ripped from his desk the computer screen going dark.
"Scott!" Both eve and stiles shouted. Stiles continued to tap the space bar on his computers key board vigorously. Eve placed a band on his shoulder, "stiles," she said his name. She helped him lean back in his seat. "I'm sure he's okay."
"Yeah-yeah, I'm sure he is" stiles nodded. "You must need a ride home."
"That would be great."
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