Scott huffs and throws his pillow back on his bed "Call it again."
I shake my head and continue to pace in front of the bed where Stiles is sitting at the end, amused look on his face at our behavior when I continue "It's not here Scott. Now rewind– Peter hinted to you, at our impromptu accident scene, that Jackson was in danger?–" I raise my hands, moving them out in front of me as I go on with recapping what Scott filled us in on "–You then ran to the Hale house and found Derek about to attack Jackson– so you ninja jumped from the stairs into a superhero landing in front of him to protect him–" I hear Stiles chuckle before I see Scott roll his eyes "Yes now wi–"
I hold up a finger towards his face and push on "BUT before you could fight Derek, someone started shooting at the house and you somehow escaped, mostly unscathed, and wound up at the Vet's office where Deaton was taking care of you–"
Scott huffs, widening his eyes slightly in annoyance as he interrupts me "Addy, yes now–"
I continue my pacing and hand pointing with each statement "AND when you woke up, Peter fucking Hale shows up trying to 'pick you up' like you're a goddamn house pet, but he couldn't make it past the reception counter because of something called a Mountain Ash barrier– that Deaton was using to protect you both with?"
Scott nods and grits out through his clenched teeth "Yes, now will–"
Ignoring his attempt to interrupt me, I stop my pacing and set my hands on my hips fully facing Scott and Stiles "AND then Peter threatened basically every one of us vulnerable non werewolves of your life?"
Scott groans and throws out his hands towards me "YES! Addy will you please call my phone again?"
Hands still on my hips, I squint my eyes in thought my rambling train not done yet "What the hell is Deaton and what the actual fuck is Mountain Ash?"
Scott throws his head back "Ugh Stiles! Will you call my phone again?"
Stiles snorts and rubs a hand over his mouth to hide his smile, clearing his throat he looks from me and over to Scott "It's not here dude. Okay, so you lost your phone. Why don't you just get a new one?"
He raises his hands out to his sides with his suggestion, while Scott drops to the floor to search under his bed again if his werewolf hearing couldn't hear it ring, obviously his eyes can find it
Scott shakes his head, standing up from the floor and goes to the other side of the room "I can't afford a new one– and I can't do this alone. We have to find Derek."
Stiles looks offended, waving his hand in between us as he argues "Well, 'A', you're not alone. You have us. And 'B', didn't you say Derek walked into gunfire? He sounds pretty dead."
I shake my head and sit next to him on the end of the bed "We always think he sounds 'pretty dead' and he always shows back up. I'm never going to believe he's actually gone until I see his body in a morgue for longer than a day."
Scott makes a noise in the back of his throat as he goes to the bathroom door "Plus Argent's plan was to use him to get to the Alpha– they're not gonna kill him."
Stiles ponders that, lifting his shoulders up "All right, so then just let them do what they're planning, you know? They use Derek to get Peter– problem solved."
Scott rushes out of his closet throwing his arm down "Not if Peter's going after Allison to find Derek! I can't protect her on my own. Which means we either find Derek first or– just– just help me!" Scott exclaims, following his desperate plea by throwing a toy basketball at the side of Stiles' face that I try really hard not to laugh at
Stiles glares and in return hits the ball off my forehead, catching it as he stands up and faces Scott "You know, you probably lost it when you two were fighting. You remember that, when he was trying to kill you, after you interrupted him trying to kill Jackson? Are you starting to see a pattern of violent behavior here?"
Scott stops his movements and looks over at us "He wasn't going to kill anyone– and I'm not letting him die."
Stiles's face drips with annoyance while he flicks his hands out "Could you at least think about letting him die? For me?"
I turn my head to him "He did save us the night in the hospital with Nurse Hatchet and Peter"
He rolls his eyes as a response, turning his attention to Scott and squinting his eyes causing me to turn my head as well.
Scott has his listening face in full force, and I hear Stiles behind me mutter "What?"
"Mom just got home from work."
Stiles sits in the desk chair with his chest resting against the back. He crosses his arms on top of the seat and furrows his brows while Scott stands up from the headboard and goes to lean against the bed near the window. His face has drawn into a frown as he listens to whatever he can that we can't bullshit non sharing werewolf hearing
I cross my arms while Stiles flicks his eyes from me to Scott, both of us seeing him let out a soft sigh.
"Is she okay?" Stiles inquires while I turn more and lift one leg up on the bed to look at Scott seeing him shake his head, I add "What's she doing?"
Scott connects his sad eyes with mine "Crying."
Stiles sighs and drops his hands to his lap "Scott, you can't protect everyone."
Scott looks up and shakes his head "I have to."
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The boys open the locker room door and I step out of the way as a very sweaty and nervous looking Jackson goes running past. We follow him and watch from around a corner as he rushes down the hall, slamming his body into the locker next to Allison's.
I turn to look at Stiles and Scott as they look at the scene before us "What the hell did you do to him, Scotty?" I chuckle and cross my arms looking back towards the pair down the hall.
Stiles snorts "Well Jackson wasn't exactly up for helping keep Allison safe at the dance out of the goodness of his heart, so Scott wolf-suaded a bit."
I raise my brows "Wolf-suaded huh?" and flick my gaze to Scott who shakes his head "I just confirmed to him I am what he so desperately wants to be."
Scott flicks his gaze back to Allison and lets out a deep exhale as he leans on the wall to peer around the corner "At least he said they were going as 'just friends' four times," he rolls his eyes as Jackson looks over at us quickly before sharing a laugh with Allison.
Stiles and I share a look before he hits Scott on the shoulder "Hey, don't worry. We'll still be there."
I flick my head to him, disagreeing instantly "I'm not going."
Both of them turn to look at me, opening and closing their mouths before Scott's voice breaks their stunned silence "What? That– that's not what Allison said"
I shake my head and adjust the strap of my bag on my shoulder "Allison has a date so she shouldn't really get a say."
"They're going as friends" Scott reminds and I shrug, mumbling lowly "Still more than what I got."
Stiles makes a noise and urges "Adds, you have to be there."
I look up at him, opening my mouth to say something when Scott interrupts "Whatever, I'm still going," and leans back to look around the corner at the pair.
Registering his words, I squint my eyes at the back of his head "Why wouldn't you be going?"
He shrugs both of his shoulders "Coach negotiated with the principal to not kick me off the team by instead choosing for me to not be allowed to go to the Formal, because I'm failing two classes or whatever."
Stiles looks to him and nods his head to the side "Three classes, but regardless is that such a good idea? Do you even have a date?"
"Not yet." Scott answers and I smirk "Do you have a suit?"
Scott shakes his head "Not yet."
"Do you have a ticket to the formal? A ride there?" Stiles rattles off and Scott sighs finally turning away from the hallway to face us "No– and no."
Stiles jerks his head back lightly "So you're gonna ride your bike to a dance that you're not even allowed to go to– without a date, a suit, or a way in with werewolves and werewolf hunters all out to kick your little werewolf ass?"
Scott nods with each of Stiles' statements before he chuckles "Yeah– you guys gonna help me?"
"Hell, yeah." Stiles exclaims, setting his hand on Scott's shoulder and leading him a step away, though I stop their advancing steps with a lift of my hands "I will help you later, first I have to go to the mall with Allison and Lydia."
They share a knowing look and Scott lifts a brow "I thought you weren't going?"
I drop my hands back down to my sides as I clarify "I'm not, I am however helping them pick out their dresses– it's what girls do or so I'm learning."
Stiles drops one of his hands, his voice softer "Addy, it's our first dance– you have to go."
I look down at my bare wrist simultaneously turning on my heel and heading in the other direction "Oh fuck a duck look at the time, gotta go! Byyye!" I lift my arm in a wave and I'm out of ear shot at whatever they are mumbling at my retreating form they're worse than girls sometimes I swear
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Lydia slaps her hand down on the railing of the escalator "All right you two, what the hell is wrong with you both?"
Allison and I share a look before we both shake our heads, Allison's voice working properly first "Nothing's wrong, I just– I have a lot on my mind."
I nod in agreement and look back to the escalator ride in front of us "I'm still wondering why the both of you think I'm going to this thing date less" absurd friends of mine
Lydia makes a noise in the back of her throat "You could find a date if you actually wanted to go with someone."
I click my tongue and look over my shoulder at her "I wasn't exactly putting off the no date vibes these last few weeks"
Lydia shakes her head "Fine well you both could smile, at least. Ever heard of the saying, 'Never frown, someone could be falling in love with your smile'?" We both give her a look and she rolls her eyes playfully "Smile, double A's. I'm buying you both killer dresses."
I shake my head no as Allison cuts in with a hand on my shoulder "Have to admit as far as apologies go, that's more than I expected."
"Excellent," Lydia smiles cheekily and I look between them "Okay but she has nothing to apologize to me for, so she definitely doesn't need to buy me anything let alone a fucking formal dress" that I'm not going to
"Lydia ignored you for years and thought you were a new student last year" Allison deadpans that's not untrue
Lydia glares at her and crosses her arms "Way to make me feel like shit– you're getting shoes too Addy."
"What?! Lyds seriously no!" I turn around slightly more to look at her and she is already shaking her head at me "Addy, this what girls– nay– this is what I do for my friends– so let me," I tilt my head to the side, my resolve cracking as she goes on "Besides we're all just going as a group anyways, so as our best friend you need to be there too babe."
She puppy dogs the fuck out of her eyes and I'm no match, my mouth twitches to fight the smile trying to break free and I sigh as I face forward again "Dress. No shoes."
Lydia claps her hands twice with a little squeal before setting them on my shoulders and giving me a little squeeze hug combo "Good because I already bought you a ticket." She stands back up straight and gives me a side eye smirk like she knew all along I'd cave aaaand I fell for it
My mouth drops open instantly and Allison laughs before turning to Lydia "But not as much as I'm going to ask."
Lydia cocks her head to the side replacing her smirk with scrunched up confusion "What? What's that supposed to mean?"
"It means you're going to cancel on whatever dumb, roided-up jock you said yes to and you're going to go with somebody else."
We step off the escalator and walk farther into the second floor of Macy's, Lydia letting out a scoff and reluctantly ponders "Who?"
Allison points forward and we see Stiles at the perfume counter "Him."
Right on cue he sprays what he should be smelling into his face and he sneezes, before he sets an arm on the counter, picture of ease, as he waves at us.
I smile and chuckle while Allison smirks at Lydia "Don't frown, Lydia. Someone could be falling in love with your smile."
My smile drops ever so slightly when I feel an unfamiliar pang feeling in my chest, I shake it off as Lydia makes a hmpf noise and goes to talk to Stiles.
It brings the smile back to my face as he reacts to her proposal for the dance there's that pang again, WTFuck
Allison nudges my shoulder "Hey, you okay with this?"
I flick my eyes to her before raising a brow "Of course I'm okay with it, why wouldn't I be okay with it?" I turn my head back to the pair in front of us as they walk off towards the dresses "Stiles' dream girl is asking him to a dance."
Allison smirks and looks over to a dress rack tilting her head for me to follow "I don't think Lydia is his dream girl and I'm hoping this will make him realize that."
I squint my eyes as I work through what her words mean "So you're setting them up to give Stiles clarity and give Lydia payback farther by spending the evening with someone she has no interest in?"
Allison nods with a knowing smirk as she grabs a beyond gorgeous beaded bodice, mint colored dress holding it up to me, her eyes lighting up instantly "This color looks amazing on you, please try it on?"
I huff but grab the hanger gently from her "Okay isn't that a little evil and for the love of seven puppies, what's with all the smirking? What do you know that I don't?"
"I'm not saying I know anything, I'm just observant." She shrugs while moving to another rack.
"Of what exactly?" She hands me a lace navy blue dress to add to my pile when I follow her and she throws over her shoulder "You have to see it for yourself, I can't force you"
I snort "I'm not asking for a Jedi force showdown in the juniors department, just a little hint would be nice" I grab a silver dress and hand it to her. She smiles and grabs the hanger throwing it over her three deep dress pile on her other arm.
Stiles walks past us carrying a pile of I don't even know how many dresses but his face is almost hidden from how far they pile up in his arms "Oh– okay, so are you just gonna– try these on right now?" Lydia ignores him and throws another one on the pile before turning and walking away, him following her "All of them? Is this a 24-hour Macy's?"
Allison and I connect our gazes, eyes squinting in the corners before we're busting out laughing. Stiles turns slightly to glare at us before heading into the changing room waiting area.
Our laugh turns into a chuckle and I'm still staring at the spot he was last in when Allison bops me on the nose with her finger gaining my attention "I see the look"
Confusion crosses my features "What look?"
"Nope, you asked for a hint, that's my hint"
I look from her to the dressing room and back to her, dropping my mouth open slightly and making a little noise "No– Ally, friends. We are just friends."
She hmm's and turns to a mirror behind us holding up a black, white and red colored dress, I go to shake my head when a voice behind us makes me jump "That's not your color."
My eyes snap to Peter's face, my mouth opening to give a warning when he slightly shakes his head. I snap my mouth closed when he flicks his eyes past me and gives Allison his full attention "Sorry if that was intrusive, but– considering your skin tone, I'd go lighter." skin tone? Could you be any creepier?
Allison chuckles since she has no idea of the murderer in front of her "Because I'm pale?" I drop my glare and give her a light smile when she turns to look at me.
Peter shakes his head "Fair. I mean, you can't call skin like yours pale. Not skin that perfect." Creep-o-meter just broke on the highest level
Allison nervously looks to me chuckling out "Okay" as she turns and puts the dress back.
Peter turns to a rack and begins searching through the hangers "Trust me, I– I have a unique perspective on the subject." He lifts the same silver one up I already handed Ally and reaches for her hand to compare the colors "Do you mind?" didn't really give her much choice there Alphacreepeter
Allison looks around nervously when he flicks his head up to us again, letting go of her arm "See? Much better."
I fake smile his way and stand closer to Allison as he continues "You two aren't here alone, are you?"
We shake our heads and step closer towards where I'm hoping Stiles is going to come around the corner of the dressing room waiting area any second when he continues "Shopping for dresses– with friends. High school dance?"
Allison and I mutter "Formal" at the same time before the announcer in the store's intercom breaks our stranger danger convo "Attention shoppers. To the owner of a blue Mazda, license plate–"
Allison shares a look with me "Did she just say a blue Mazda?" I nod as the announcer lady continues "5768. Your car is being towed"
Allison widens her eyes before handing me her dresses "Oh! That's my car."
I nod towards the front of the store "Go I'll wait for you in there" and follow her until I'm walking into the changing room as she heads for the doors to the parking lot why is he showing up everywhere?
Once I walk through the doorway into the waiting area for the dressing room, I lean my back against the wall out of sight of the store "Addy? What's wrong?"
Looking to my left I see Stiles sitting down, game on his phone forgotten as he looks at me.
Not wanting to ruin the day I just shake my head "Nothing, I'm going to try these on– um wil– will you let Allison know hers are with me when she comes in? Her car was being towed so she went to check on it."
Not really giving him time to do anything but give me a look screaming his unasked questions, I turn to find an empty room.
Leaning my back against the door as soon as I close it, I let out the breath I didn't realize I was holding. Hanging the dresses up, I smile already knowing which one I'm picking.
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I step into my dress and attempt to contortion my arm around to zip up the part on my lower back but I only make it so far before letting out a huff "Useless T-Rex arms."
There's a knock on my door, bringing a smile to my face mom to the rescue"Come in..."
She walks in and drops her mouth open with a small gasp "Oh honey, that dress is gorgeous"
I smile looking at my reflection in the mirror, nodding and looking at her behind me "Lydia and Allison have amazing taste."
"I think it also has something to do with who is wearing the dress as well but–"
"Well I think you're biased, but thank you momma. Could you zip me up?" I move the bottom half of my hair that's not pinned up over the side of my shoulder and out of the way "There's also a little hook on the top bit."
I see her nod and feel the zipper go up "Saw it– there we go," She sets her hands on my shoulders and leans her chin to rest atop her left hand looking at our reflection "beautiful honey, did you do your hair?"
I shake my head slightly "After the mall we went back to Lydia's and she pinned up my hair for me while Allison pinned up hers. I curled the bottom of mine while she curled Allison's."
Mom's smile instantly gets brighter "Well I love it, and I'm so glad you are making friends with the girls," I roll my eyes and she lifts up her hands "–There is nothing wrong with your brother or Stiles, however, a girl needs some close girl friends in her life."
I give her a knowing smile and soft nod "It has been nice, especially for a night like tonight"
She nods when there's a knock on my bathroom door, at my okay to come in Scott pops his head past the door "Opinions on my tux please?"
At his pitiful look mom chuckles and lifts out her hands "On our way" she walks through the bathroom into Scott's room, me following them.
She sees said tux on Scott's bed and flattens it out exclaiming "This is really nice. How did you afford a– oh–" She turns the flap of the jacket open and we see some DIY patchwork inside.
Scott, who was fixing his tie, turns around suddenly "It's not gonna work, is it?"
Mom smiles instantly lifting the jacket up "No, no, it's fine, it's fine. No one'll notice. No one legally blind." She reassures slightly causing me to snort into my hand.
Scott shouts from the bathroom "I heard that."
"Okay, well, you just come in here, and we can try it. Come on, come on, come on. Let's do this."
Scott walks past me turning around so mom can help him put the jacket on, offering me a smile "You look great, Addy."
I return his smile and cross my arms standing off to the side "Thanks, Scotty."
Mom smiles as she lifts the back onto his shoulders and Scott turns around to face her "See? I actually think this is gonna work."
Scott raises his eyebrows "Really?"
I nod as mom flicks her hand out "Turn and– no."
Scott lifts his arms out to his side and we see a hole in the back of his pants that the jacket was previously hiding.
I walk into the bathroom to get a sewing kit. Hearing Scott exclaim "What?"
I walk back into the room and see mom point behind him causing him to turn and see for himself "Yeah."
Scott grabs the offending material "What– I– I don't have time for this! I can't buy new ones, Mom! What am I gonna do?"
Mom raises her hands "Okay, don't panic, all right? Take them off. Pants off now."
I set the kit in her waiting outstretched hand and go sit in the desk chair turning it away from the pant-less bro.
Mom sits down on the bed next to me and begins her hole patch work up "So is she coming here, because you know I need the car tonight... Addy are you going with them?"
Scott interrupts "No– I'm going stag."
"You're going alone?" Mom ponders with a tilt of her head towards him.
Scott is quick to argue "Stag. There's a difference– sort of."
I snort and look over my shoulder at mom "Zero difference– and mom is there any chance you could drop us off?"
She nods through a chuckle and addresses Scott "I'm sorry, I'm just a little, you know, surprised that, you don't have anyone else to ask other than Allison."
Scott releases a sad sigh "There are no other girls besides Allison."
Mom and I share a knowing look before she goes back to her sewing "You really feel that way?"
Scott throws his head backwards "Can you just please keep sewing?"
"No, no, no, no. You have time for just one question. Come here." She pats the bed next to her and I turn the seat to face them now.
"Do you really feel that way?" She connects her gaze with his before going back to work
Scott sighs as he sits down "I can't help it. I mean, every time I look at her, I get this– this hollow feeling in my chest, and it's like– it's like someone literally took a shovel and dug a hole in me, and it's the worst feeling I've ever had in my life, and I didn't– I didn't know anyone could actually ever feel this bad."
Mom nods "I know. Everyone knows eventually. It does go away."
"I don't want it to."
"Have you told her how you feel?" Mom questions, Scott nodding absentmindedly "She knows."
Mom clicks her tongue and high fives Scott's forehead "Come on, she knows."
I uncross one of my arms to cover my mouth from busting out laughing while mom lifts her previous face smacking hand in the air continuing her question "She knows? Listen, dumb ass, I'm gonna let you in on a secret that most guys don't even have a clue about, all right? You ready? Women love words."
"Huh?" Good start
Mom rolls her eyes and connects them with mine. I lift my brows up as an answer He's your son
"You need to tell her how you feel. Just say it. Say it again. Say it differently." She chuckles lightly, Scott and I smiling right along with her as she continues with her wisdom "Learn how to say it better. Learn how to sing it. You know, just write it in a poem and a letter attached to flowers, carve it in a tree, in a sidewalk with cement– tattoo on your arm."
"Really?" Scott and I ponder together, earning her to chuckle before she bites off the string from the needle "No. Not really. Just– tell her the truth. Tell her– anything and everything you want."
"Everything?" Scott lifts a brow, mom nods and points to Scott's jacket "But when you do– I'd keep that buttoned. Come on we gotta go now if I'm dropping you guys off."
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I walk up closer to the gymnasium after having to weave through the other far side of the parking lot thanks to Scott having to sneak in out of sight
I see Allison getting out of Jackson's car, her eyes lighting up instantly before she's crashing into me with a bear hug "Addy! Holy shit did I pick a great dress for you because you look stunning!" que blushing cheeks
I pull away looking to my feet before adding a curtsy "Well thank you kindly. You look absolutely gorgeous, Ally."
"Thank you" she smiles and links her arm with mine. The sound of a familiar door opening with a squeak causes me to turn my head to our right.
I see Stiles standing next to the passenger door of his Jeep, completely zoned out from Lydia who is trying to get out the jeep.
He has his hand on the handle, however, his gaze is on me– an unreadable expression on his face.
After getting out of the jeep, Lydia mutters something to him, though he doesn't react other than lifting his other hand up to rub over his mouth ok what was that?
My line of vision is taken up from that curious situation by Lydia who is now making her way over to me.
She reaches me, smiling brightly and giving me a tight hug as well "Gorgeous darling," she winks as she pulls away and assesses the dress and fucking shoes she spoiled me with, with an approving nod "Told you the shoes could NOT be passed up."
I nod and look down at the gorgeous accessories "I will never again question Lydia the fashion guru Martin, who also looks stunning tonight."
"Thank you sweetie," she smiles and looks over my shoulder. Her smile switching from genuine to fake just like that "Jackson– you look handsome."
Allison makes her way closer to her supposed date while I see Jackson rolls his eyes "Obviously– it's Hugo Boss." can he ever not be a prick?
I roll my eyes and look away, my gaze instantly crashes with Stiles'–who is still looking at me with that unreadable expression.
I feel my cheeks warm and I look down at my dress, making sure the tule or something isn't in a compromising position nope, still decent– why is he just staring?
My attention is drawn to the black dress shoes now standing in my line of vision with my own heels.
I lift my head up slowly, giving him a warm smile "Hey Sty– you look very handsome this evening"
Stiles clears his throat with a lopsided smile and lifts one hand to rub behind his neck "Adds– that dre– you– you look absolutely beautiful."
Bringing the biggest smile to my face, and holy mothership of butterflies to my stomach, he shoves his hands in his pockets, returning the smile and squinting his eyes off towards the doors of the dance.
Lydia walks up and links her arm with mine raising a brow at the two of us with her own knowing look "Let's get this show on the road everyone, shall we?"
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The dance is in full swing and I'm currently having an absolute ball– sitting on my ass– alone at a table and completely wondering why I thought this would be fun I was puppy dogged tricked into coming that's right.
Going with friends is great in theory until you're actually here and realize a date is pretty much the only reason to be here– friends dancing together only makes sense for so long, especially with the type of song that is playing right now aka the slow couple sway
Stiles plops down in the seat next to me snapping me from my thoughts. I drop the hand that was holding up my chin on the table and offer him a small smile "Hey, where's Lydia?"
He shakes his head slightly looking off to the dance floor "Looking for the person she should be here with."
"Oh, Stiles– I–"
"You wanna dance?" He flicks his eyes to me, interrupting what I was about to say.
Making a noise in the back of my throat I furrow my brows, shaking my head and sitting back in my seat "Hard pass"
Stiles scoffs "Hard pa– you know what? Let me try that again," he stands up adjusting his tie slightly and setting his hands on the back of the chair next to me "Addy– get off your cute little ass and dance with me now." my what now?
I offer my own lighthearted scoff, raising a brow at him "Just because I'm sitting here alone doesn't mean I want a pity dance, Stiles."
He drops his mouth open in offended shock "A pit– Adds, get up okay?"
At my raised eyebrow response he clears his throat and sets his hands down on the table, leaning in front of me "Addy McCall, you are going to dance with me. I don't care that you have excuses for every foot that you are tall. I don't care if your feet are hurting in shoes that don't even remotely resemble your Converse you're always in. I don't want to dance with you out of pity. I want to dance with my best friend, because we made a pact when we were eight that we would not only attend this thing, but that we would dance our first dance together– no matter what. I want to dance with the only person who has kept me alive and sane these past few weeks," he licks his lips, standing up tall as he holds out one of his hands to me "I want to dance with the most beautiful girl I have ever seen." holy shit he just said all of those things? I can't believe he remembered the pact.
I clear my throat and place my small hand in his much larger one "Well who could say no to a proposition like that"
Shock crosses his face "Wha– really?" while he pulls me up, I set my other hand on his arm to steady myself in the heels I'm unpracticed in wearing.
I smile and playfully roll my eyes as I go to lead us to the dance floor of bodies, I however do not miss the beginning of his arm in the air celebration fist bump when I start to turn.
I chuckle at his theatrics, and try to weave us through the crowd. I feel him link our fingers when the bodies get more crowded around us.
Seeing an opening I move us into it, pivoting on my heel to face him now. Immensely grateful for the six inch heels and my eye level now being just above his shoulder. Which I'm hoping will make this next move easier you know the whole dancing thing
I must look lost since I've never danced with anyone before, because he smiles and mutters "Come here".
He keeps our hands linked, pulling me closer by them and brings them up to his chest. I make a guess as to where to put my hanging limply at my other side arm, and lift it up around his neck.
He wraps his free hand around me, lightly skimming the bare part of my back. His touch immediately sending a shiver down my spine and he pulls me impossibly closer as his hand splays out across my waist.
He drops his head slightly to rest the side of his jaw against the side of my face and I try to focus on my breathing when we start to sway to the beat of I Found by Amber Run, feeling him move his thumb back and forth against my hand.
I thought we were close when we hid in the locker– well that's nothing compared to now. The butterflies are in full force flapping away in my stomach, and I feel like I can't breathe.
I take a deep breath, that I lie to myself and say isn't shaky, while I drop my head to lean against his shoulder. His head stays connected to mine, our sway never missing a beat is dancing with someone always like this?
He smells even better than locker night, and I resist the urge to punch his again traitorous smelling chest you're killing me Stilinski
Partly because he smells amazing, partly because I feel like I can't breath but mainly because I'm dancing with my best friend and I'm beyond nervous however I can't figure out why
If I'd had been on a date before in my life, I'd imagine this is how I'd be feeling. But this is Stiles, I don't feel that way about him– besides he is in love with one of my now really close friends.
No I definitely can't feel that way about him– there's no way I fee– I widen my eyes sweet baby jesus, was Ally right?
I'm snapped out of my thoughts when I hear Coach yelling "Mccall! I see you! Come here, buddy. Come here. Mccall! Get outta my way! Mccall!"
We lift our heads, eyes widening as we see Scott run past us "Hey guys, looking great."
We turn back to each other and share a chuckle. I lower my elbow from Stiles' shoulder and slide my arm to rest against his back with my hand laying on top of his shoulder. I feel him shiver and try to hide my smile as I set my jaw on the top of my hand payback shiver, self-five
I see Scott argue and then grab Danny. He sets his arms around his neck and they start somewhat swaying. I shake my head slightly causing Stiles to whisper near my ear "What's happening?"
Fighting the urge to shiver again with his breath on my ear, I mutter lowly "Scott's pretending Danny is his date"
Stiles snorts and we hear Coach again now standing in front of the new couple "Mccall! You're not supposed to– what the hell are you do– what the hell are you doing?"
Scott tightens his grip on Danny furrowing his brows "Yes, coach?"
Coach's back is to us but we see him shaking his hands in front of him "Okay, ho- ho- ho– ha ha. Hold on, you– I was just saying he's not supposed to– I mean, I wasn't saying that he shouldn't– You guys don't think," Coach starts to get frantic at looking around making sure we don't think he's against the couple. "You don't– I– I was– just dance, everybody. Just dance! Dance! It's a party!"
I chuckle and shake my head on top of my hand. Stiles unlinks our hands and I think he's going to pull away, however he surprises me and wraps his other arm around my back also Not complaining
I lift my now free arm and rest it across his shoulder laying my hand around his neck as I feel him tighten his hold on me, pulling me closer into him well now if this doesn't feel amazing
I see Scott lead Allison to a spot near us and at her smirk and head nod I roll my eyes. Scott furrows his brow at our behavior and I stick my tongue out at him. He laughs and shakes his head before he is immediately in Scott and Allison land.
Stiles leans back slightly, connecting his eyes with mine "Why are you laughing now?"
I shake my head, offering a small smile "I wasn't laughing, I was just– thank you for turning my night around."
Stiles smiles and jerks his head back slightly, about to gloat based off his face; however, something catches his eye over my shoulder and the smile falls from his face. Groaning he stops his movement with me "Son of a bitch."
I furrow my brows and try looking where he is, however, I can't see anything other than who's dancing next to us "What? What's wrong?"
He flicks his eyes back to mine and there's such a battle in his eyes "Stiles?"
Breathing out a harsh breath through his nose, Stiles licks his lips quickly and frowns "I saw Jackson and he just– ugh I have a bad feeling."
I shake my head "Bad feeling? Okay, well then come on" I grab his hand and we make our way through the crowd, walking out the doors into the hallway in no time where wecsee Jackson immediately "Where the hell have you been?"
Jackson turns around at Stiles' voice and I cross my arms across my chest, lifting my shoulders "Did Lydia ever find you?"
Jackson looks the most scared or guilty I've ever seen him. Which is a huge and unsettling difference from his usual face this is going to be bad
"I'm going to go find her" Stiles shakes his head no and steps forward. I uncross my arms and set one of my hands on his arm while I'm stepping past him "I'll be ok, promise."
Stiles watches Addy go further down the hall fighting every feeling he has that's yelling at him to go after her. Instead he turns to the pain in the ass, shaking his head at the look adorning Jackson's face "What? What's wrong?"
Jackson shakes his head once before he starts stuttering "I– I was out behind the school, and I– I was– out–"
Stiles having zero patience clenches his jaw "What happened? Jackson– what the hell did you do?"
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I walk out of the bathroom and see what looks to be Lydia's strawberry blonde hair walking around outside.
Making my way over I push open the doors to the quad and follow her. I cross my arms over my chest again, my small attempt to get warm and wishing I'd taken a jacket with me tonight.
I see her walking a bit in front of me now after rounding the corner of the far building "Lydia!"
She turns around and steps towards me, relief crossing her features at seeing me "Oh thank god Addy, I think I saw Jackson walk over that way– will you come with me?"
I shake my head and indicate behind us towards the school "Lyds he's inside with Stiles come on back with me, it's fucking freezing out here"
Her eyes widen over my shoulder "Jackson!" Then she's off and fast pace walking in the other direction.
"Lydia seriously there's no way Jackson is already out here," I grumble and I know I'm in heels but still I had a pretty big head start, plus he was just supposedly in the other direction.
I follow Lydia, following Jackson, out to the lacrosse field, dread immediately taking over where happy beautiful teenage life butterflies used to live earlier this evening, when the field lights flash on.
Lydia points forward across the field from us "There he is."
"Lyds..." my voice is much too small to reach her ears no way Jackson did this
She scoffs and shakes her head in her annoyance "Jackson, what the hell are you doing?!"
My eyes widen at the figure across the field, the much too tall to be Jackson figure "Lydia, that's not–"
Stiles' voice booms from behind us making me jump and turn seeing him running at full speed towards us "Addy, Lydia!! Addy, Run!!"
Pain like I've never felt immediately gains my attention from him, sucking in a sharp noise as air leaves my lungs.
My eyes snap in front of me, instantly connecting with Peter's Alpha reds and his were-teeth, that are way too close for my liking.
I look down to my side and see his hand in the same spot where the blinding white pain is emanating from fucking prick ruined my dress
I can't help the whimper I make while my brain takes in the information of not only the unbearable pain, but also upon lowering my gaze further and seeing Lydia covered in blood, lying unconscious next to us. My eyes fill with tears seeing her please be alive, please stay alive
He sets his other hand on my shoulder earning my gaze to snap up to him again.
Peter smirks and then rips his claws from my side– very ungentle like I might add– leaving me to let out an involuntary scream and attempt to stand on my own being stabbed with 5 tiny blades attached to an alpha fist– do not recommend it
My legs give out as Stiles reaches us, coming to a sliding stop on one knee to catch me from hitting the ground completely.
"Adds..." Stiles' broken voice breaks through my thoughts as he rests me back against his chest. I lift my eyes up to him and take a deep breath, wincing immediately with the pain that brings on "Did– did that just fucking happen?"
He frowns through his grimace, nodding and putting pressure on my side causing me to wince again, groaning through the pain.
Peter kneels next to us and reaches out to rest his hand against my neck. I whimper as I burrow back into Stiles' chest, though I don't really get far.
I feel Stiles' voice rumble in his chest "Don't kill her. Please."
Peter clicks his tongue, tilting his head to the side as he moves his eyes between us "Of course not– just tell me how to find Derek."
"Wh– what?" Stiles stammers and Peter throws him a look as he repeats "Tell me how to find Derek Hale."
Stiles clutches me harder and I try to focus on just breathing through the pain as he answers him "I don't know that– how would I know that?"
"Because you're the clever one, aren't you? And because deception has a particularly acrid scent, Stiles. Tell me the truth– or I will rip her apart."
Peter emphasizes his threat by taking a single clawed finger and traces it down my cheek leaving a cut and drawing blood on the way down, making me hiss and flinch back into Stiles again.
His grip around me tightens as be bellows "Stop– stop it! Look– look, I don't fucking know, okay? I sw– I swear to god, I have no idea." I don't even have to look to know he's clenching his teeth with that last statement.
"Tell me!" Peter roars and Stiles flinches with me "Okay, okay, okay, look, I– I think he knew–"
"Knew what?" Peter pushes, leaning closer to us.
"Derek, I think he– I think he knew he was gonna be caught," Stiles breathes out, rubbing his thumb against my arm as he holds me closer and Peter clarifies "By the Argents?"
"Yeah."
"And?" Peter draws out, earning Stiles to let out a huff of aggravation before he stammers out "When they were shot, he and Scott– I think he took Scott's phone."
Peter narrows his eyes slightly "Why?"
I can feel Stiles shake his head, filling in quickly "They all have GPS now. So if he still has it, and if it's still on– you can find him."