anxiety

7.3K 132 14
                                    


anxiety– chapter eighty two

cassie

We were at the Sheriff's office at the station. My Dad was getting ready for a date, which is really nice, actually. I smiled, he was trying to fix his hair while looking in the mirror and I quickly walked over him, adjusting his tie.

"Thanks, Cass." He smiled and looked at the boys. "Oh, I should've got a haircut."

"Well, you know someone your age should be happy you still have hair to cut." Stiles said and I hit the back of his head.

"I think you look great." Scott said with a smile.

"Well, thank you, son I should have had

Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.

"Well, thank you, son I should have had." Dad said.

Scott smiled and Stiles frowned, making me chuckle. Then, Dad let out a heavy sigh and groaned.

"Oh, what the hell am I doing? This is a terrible idea

Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.

"Oh, what the hell am I doing? This is a terrible idea." He said, almost taking the tie off so I quickly stopped him.

"Wait, Dad, it's one date, okay?" I said, adjusting his tie again. "The town of Beacon Hills won't implode while you're out with one woman."

"Or man

Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.

"Or man." Stiles suggested.

"It's a woman, Stiles." He said.

"Okay."

anchor » scott mccallWhere stories live. Discover now