The Other McCall

Chapter 13

 "Where are we going?" Scott asked Stiles as he led us further into the woods. He just showed up at our house, practically dragging us out of the house. He mentioned something about us needing to get out of the house.

"You'll see." Stiles replied, not looking back. Scott kept looking around, afraid of getting caught.

"'Cause we really shouldn't be out here. Our mom is in a constant state of freak-out from what happened at the school." Scott told him but Stiles just scoffed.

"Well, your mom isn't the sheriff, okay? There's no comparison, trust me." Stiles retorted.

"Can you at least just tell me what we're doing out here?" Scott groaned as Stiles stopped next to a big rock.

"Yes. When your best friend gets dumped-"

"I didn't get dumped. We're taking a break." Scott scoffed, hitting Stiles' back.

"All right, well, when your best friend gets told by his girlfriend that they're taking a break-" He stopped next to said rock. "You get your best friend drunk." My eyes went wide at the bottle of Jack Daniels whiskey. There was no way I was drinking tonight. Designated Driver has now been appointed.

Half the bottle later, Stiles was laying on his back, looking up at the sky. It was pretty out, and only a little bit cold. "Dude, you know, she's just one - one girl. You know, there are so many - there are so many other girls in the sea." I chuckled at Stiles. He was hammered. Scott on the other hand didn't seem affected at all. I'm assuming it has something to do with his wolf powers.

"Fish in the sea." Scott corrected, looking over at me. He shook his head, both of us laughing a little.

"Fish? Why you talking about fish? I'm talking about girls. I love girls. I love 'em. I love especially ones with dark brown hair, brown eyes, 5'5"..." I looked back at Stiles, my eyes wide.

"Like my sister?" Scott asked. He looked back at me, which an eyebrow raised. I just shook my head, not knowing at all why he thought of me. Or if he was even thinking of me.

"Yeah, exactly. Hey, how did you know I was talking about - about - What was I talking about?" I was confused. Stiles was confusing. I just wanted him to be totally straight with me. If he has feelings for me, he should walk right up to me and tell me. Right to my face. "Hey, you're not happy. Take a drink." Stiles offered the bottle to Scott, who shook his head.

"I don't want any more." Scott commented. Stiles put the bottle back on the ground.

"You're not drunk?" Stiles asked him.

"I'm not anything." Scott replied, staring off into the forest.

"Hey, maybe it's like - maybe it's like not needing your inhaler anymore, you know. Maybe you can't get drunk as a wolf." I looked back at Stiles, shaking my head. "Am I drunk?"

"You're wasted." Scott replied, both of us nodding.

"Yeah! Come on, dude, I know it feels bad. I know it hurts. I know. Well, I don't know. But I know this. I know that as much as being broken up hurts, being alone is way worse. That didn't make any sense. I need a drink." Stiles went to take another drink but the bottle was ripped from his hands. Both Scott and I looked up, seeing two guys we didn't know. They were older, smirks plastered on their faces as they held the bottle.

"Well, look at the three little bitches getting their drink on." The guys snickered as Scott stood up, facing them.

"Give it back." Scott demanded.

"What's that, little man?" The first guy taunted Scott, waving the bottle in front of him.

"I think he wants a drink." The second guy snickered.