BITCH! ( stiles stilinski ) ²

chapter nineteen!

𝖇𝖎𝖙𝖈𝖍, 𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖊𝖙𝖊𝖊𝖓

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(  𝖊𝖕𝖎𝖑𝖔𝖌𝖚𝖊  )

Stiles pulled his jeep into the middle of the field as he and Scott climbed out at the same time. "So you really think she's gonna come back to you?"

"Yeah, I know she is. What about you and Elle?" Scott asked as they grabbed their gear from the back.

Stiles sighed. "Ah. Well, the 10-year plan for making Elle fall in love with me may have been ahead of schedule for a bit and is now stuck, but the plan is definitely still in motion."

Scott grinned at him. "Why don't you just ask her out?"

Stiles gave a humourless laugh. "Yeah, okay. Why don't you just get into the goal and help me make team captain like you promised there, big guy."

"Hey, you know what I just realized? I'm right back where I started." Scott voiced as he took his place in goal.

Stiles stood opposite him ready to start, "What do you mean?"

"I mean no lacrosse, no popularity, no girlfriend. Nothing."

"Dude, you still got me."

"I had you before."

"Yeah, and you still got me. Okay? It's a life fulfilled."

"Very."

Stiles picked up the ball with the net. "Now remember, no wolf powers."

Scott nodded with a cheeky smile. "Got it."

"No, I mean it. No super fast reflexes, no super eyesight, no hearing - none of that crap, okay?"

Scott hit each post once, "Okay. Come on."

"You promise?"

"Would you just take the shot already?" Scott bent down and his eyes turned gold.

Stiles took the shot, "I said no wolf powers!"

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A few weeks into summer and Jackson was all packed ready to go to London. Dying had kinda change his perceptions of things (no shit!) and he needed a fresh start. When he mentioned this to his adoptive father, he understood and immediately applied for a relocation in his job. Jackson was happy but a bit surprised when the relocation was across the pond the England.

He had already said his slightly awkward goodbye to Lydia (she was still his ex girlfriend, but she saved his life, what was he to do?) and knew that meant Isabelle was going to be round any minute.

She had excellent timing as stones hit his window, not all the gently either (if he was moving out, it wouldn't matter right?). He rolled his eyes but a giant grin grew on his face as he lifted the window for her to clamber in. As soon as her blonde head was safely inside his room, he felt her pathetic attempt of shoving him.

"Really? I'm a werewolf now. That shit didn't work when I was human."

Isabelle huffed. "I had to try." She crossed her arms over her chest. "Someone has to still try and put you in your place."

"You know you won't change my mind." Jackson stated as he copied her stance and crossed his arms.

"I know, I think you should go." Elle sighed as she moved to sit on the end of his bed. "Stiles and Scott have been filling me in with everything. I can't believe it but also, it's Beacon Hills? If that makes sense."

Jackson say next to her and pulled her into a side hug. "I'm still gonna be there for you. I know I messed things up with Lydia but I'm still here for you. Just a call away." Both teens had tears that they refused to let fall.

"Time zones are going to be a bitch aren't they?"

Jackson let out a bark like laugh. "Yeah." He sobered up. "You know, as much as it kills me to say it, Stiles is a good kid. I think you should go for it."

Isabelle turned to him, shocked. "Did you actually just say that?"

Jackson shook his head, a pained expression on his face as if he was going to be sick. "Don't make me say it again."

Isabelle laughed and swatted his shoulder. They were interrupted by Jackson's dad calling him from downstairs. "I better go. You don't have much time to pack away all your Gucci clothes." Elle teased.

"Says you, Chanel girl." He teased. Their smiles dropped as Jackson sighed, pulling her into a proper hug as they both stood up. "I'll call you when I get there and have settled in."

Elle pulled away. "You better, asshole."

With one last smile, she slipped back through the window as Jackson's dad impatiently called for him again.

END OF BOOK TWO