Healing Love- Stiles Stilinski

Chapter Forty Five- Home

In the silence between the two, you could almost hear the somber atmosphere radiate around the room. Stiles sat staring at where Rosie was once sat as she got up to put her phone on charge, wondering what he could say. From the reflection in her mirror, she saw how he had not moved from the same position and sort of regretted what she had said.

"But I'm not him." He spoke softly, not loud enough for Scott to hear but loud enough so Rosie could. She turned around and looked at him, making eye contact once more. "Im not gonna leave."

Although she didn't respond back, her face expressed a thousand words. She was surprised he hd actually replied without stuttering up a sentence. For once he seemed calm and collected.

"Im not the type of person to leave." Stiles lifted himself off the bed and stood in front of her, speaking sort of aggressively. "What a privilege it is to matter to you. Why would I ever want to turn my back on that?"

"I just- I saw you with Lydia today. The way you look at her. Its different. Different to the way you look at me." Her eyes went down to her hands, her coping mechanism while shrugging her shoulders. "Im just insecure."

"You don't see the way I look at you because you're too focused on how I look at Lydia." His voice softened. "If you did see, you would see I had stars in my eyes whenever I look at you. My face lights up."

"But its hard to not notice it when you spent 9 years crushing over her constantly."

"Okay I get that." He watched as a small tear creeped out of her eye and slid down her face. Cupping her face, he wiped away the tear and made her look at him. "But its different. With you its different."

An endearing smile slowly formed on her face. A grateful one. She stared into the brown orbs of Stiles Stilinski, drowning in them, as he duplicated the smile onto his face. Though no words were shared, they both knew. They knew that, although a person isn't a place, they felt home in each others presence. Comfortable.

Stiles pulled her in and let his lips caress hers. Fire erupted in her stomach while a whirlwind erupted in his. Their lips moving in sync, as if they had choreographed this, as if they were meant to be.

*

The twins stood behind Erica as she rummaged through her locker.Once again she wore her revealing clothes, showing off the change which had happened due to the bite. Yet again, Rosie envied this confidence and even wondered that if the bite had taken, would she be like this too.

"Twos not enough for Derek. I know he needs at least three. So who's next?"

"Why does there have to be a next when we already got you?" Erica scoffed as she strutted closer to Scott while giving Rosie the side eye.

"Who's next?" The other werewolf raised his voice, becoming frustrated from the constant games.

"You know I never knew what I looked like during a seizure until someone took a video of me once and put it online."

"I don't care." She ignored him and walked in front of Rosie, standing so close she could feel her breathe on her face.

"It happened during class. Rosie was there, weren't you? I started seizing at my desk and everyone was saying how they should put something in my mouth until some genius reads the card on my key ring which tells them not to because it would break my teeth. Remember that Rosie?" Erica spoke with gritted teeth as she neared Rosies face more, closing the gap between them.

"Erica."

"Do you remember what happens next? I piss myself. And they start laughing. You know, the only good thing about seizures was that I never remembered them. Until some brilliant jerk-off..." She pushed Rosie into the locker and laughed at her scared reaction. Once she was finished playing with Rosie, she moved to Scott. "Had to go and put cameras in everybody's phone."

The changed girl looked at Rosie, smiled deviously, and then moved her hand to caress Scotts cheek. Her arms then met together behind his neck as she now closed the proximity between him and her.

"Look at me now Scott." They all looked down the corridor and found Allison standing awkwardly at the other end, watching Erica being close with her boyfriend. "That's right. You only have eyes for her."

Scott grabbed her wrists and Rosie was sure she heard the crack of the wrist bone as he pushed her away from him, making her laugh and gasp at the pain. He looked back down the corridor, expecting to find Allison at the other end, but actually found the space were she had stood was now empty.

"Shame you didn't work out. Maybe we could have been friends." Erica said to Rosie seductively before she walked off, her heels colliding with the floor as she stepped.

"What does that mean?" Rosie asked, watching Erica fade into the crowds of teenagers at high school.

"The bite. She was saying that if your bite had taken, you would have been with them. Like her." The McCall twins began walking to the canteen, Scott was hoping to find Allison there.

"Yeah no thanks. Dereks especially a no." She laughed and scoffed at the idea that she would be in a pack with them.

"What about Isaac? You were friends with him or something?" His eyes scanned the canteen room as he found Allison and proceeded to walk towards her.

"No, I had never spoke to him really before the graveyard. But to be honest he seems like the only sane one although hes damaged goods." They both sat down, Scott behind Allison and Rosie directly in front of Scott.

While the two lovebirds began talking, Rosie began looking around the canteen room, her eyes surpassing students which were irrelevant in her life, but no particular skinhead was seen. Until he walked straight in once Allison had left her table and the conversation with Scott.

"Do you see that?" Stiles pointed at the table behind Rosie and Scott. Their eyes followed his indication and saw a table. Empty.

"What, its an empty table." Rosie replied, perplexed as to why he was showing them an empty table with nothing on it.

Yeah, but whose empty table?"

Scott didn't think much and began shaking his head before the correct answer came into his head. "Boyd."