It's Always Been You || Stiles Stilinski

Chapter 18 - Frenemy

"All right, but does he know that?" Stiles ponders before he continues "Did anybody else see him back at your guys' house?"

I shake my head "I mean, I don't think so, but he already passed Derek's test anyway."

"Yeah, but that's just the thing. How did he pass the test?" Stiles lifts his hand out in between us with his question, earning Scott to breathe out as he looks forward towards the club again "I don't know."

I shrug "Maybe it's like an either or thing," at Scott's confused face I continue "I mean, Derek said that a snake can't be poisoned by its own venom, right?"

Stiles nods and speculates "When's the kanima not the kanima?"

Scott squints his eyes in thought before the light bulb goes off "When it's Jackson."

We see the line moving into the club now, though my attention is brought back when Stiles taps my shoulder twice.

I turn my head back to see him looking above us right before he grabs my arm and starts taking steps backwards from the wall "Uh– dude."

Scott turns around and follows our steps to come stand next to us just as we all see the literal tail end of the Kanima crawling inside the building where the club is "See that?"

"He's inside." Scott mumbles to my left, earning Stiles to raise his hands towards the building "What's he gonna do in there?" dance and drink his problems away?

Scott focuses in front of him and rushes out "I know who he's after."

"What, how?" Stiles and I share a confused look before he looks back to Scott and continues "How– did you smell something?"

"Armani." Scott states like it's the answer to everything

"Murder lizards hate the smell of Armani?" I ponder earning a chuckle from Stiles and an eye roll from Scott who shakes his head "Danny wears Armani, and he's heading into the club now smartass," what would Danny have done to piss off Jackson enough to want to kill him?

Not wanting to wait in line and potentially not make it inside, we attempt to find a back way into the club.

We walk up a ramp to a side door and of course find that it's locked, "Aw, come on," Stiles sighs pulling on the handle twice before Scott swaps spots with him at the door.

I look around us at our options with Stiles who mumbles his thought process "All right, maybe there's, like, a, uh– like, a window we could climb through, or some kind of–" he's interrupted from his game planning when Scott hands him the broken part of the door and he looks at it as he continues "Handle that we could rip off with supernatural strength. How'd I not think of that one?"

I snort with that and offer him a shrug "I mean it was the least destructive thing to do."

Scott huffs and opens the door for us, swinging his arm towards it "Seriously– move your sarcastic asses."

Stiles lifts his arms and we quickly usher inside behind Scott, closing the door as best we can with the handle missing.

We make it inside the club, immediately seeing the packed dance floor and the lights flashing in time with the beat of the music.

I look down quickly and thank Ally for being the real MVP and insisting I wear this dress of hers today. I had paired the three quarter sleeved cream colored dress with maroon leggings and brown ankle boots to give me height, and threw my leather jacket on before we left so I'm not completely under dressed