FLAMES. | s.stilinski

chapter 7

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The next day I'm with Stiles at school walking over to Scott.

Stiles grabs him by the shoulders pulling him away from his locker.

"Hey, come here."

"What?" Scott asks.

"Come here." He says pulling him to the wall on the opposite side of his locker.

"Tell me what they're saying." He points over to Sheriff Stilinski and the Principal.

"Can you hear 'em?" Stiles asks as Scott shushes him.

I lean over Stiles and also listens into the conversation.

ooh he smells good.. wait- skylar your being weird

"I want everyone under the age of eighteen to be in their home by nine-thirty p.m. We'd like to institute the curfew effective immediately." The Sheriff says.

"Look we don't..." the principal starts to say as I look to Scott as he starts to speak.

"Curfew because of the body."

"Unbelievable." Stiles says as him and I stand up straight and Scott turns to us.

"My dad's out looking for a rabid animal, while the jerk-off who actually killed the girl is just hangin' out, doing whatever he wants."

"Well, you can't exactly tell your dad the truth about Derek." I say.

"I can do something."

"Like what?"

"Find the other half of the body."

"Are you kidding?" Scott and I both ask as he walks away.

Me totally oblivious to his idea just walks away leaving Scott to go do my own thing.

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Scott, Stiles, and I walk into the hospital later that evening and It grew dark.

Stiles, Scott, and I stopped at where a sign was hanging from the ceiling saying the morgue

That's where Scott needed to go to check if the scent is the same as the other half.

"Hey," Stiles nodded over at Scott, who nodded back. "Okay," Scott saw the sign, and he walked off, leaving Stiles and I behind.

"Hey look, there are some seats over there." I mumble to Stiles, hopefully I don't bump into mom while she's here.

Stiles then stopped, and his eyes wander over to Lydia Martin herself, who was sitting in the chair. Probably waiting for Jackson.

I bite my lip as he walked over to her, slight jealousy jumps through me and I walked the other way, sitting down in a chair where I can't see them.

Why does Stiles go after Lydia when she doesn't even notice him? It doesn't make sense. I think Stiles deserves better.

"Hey," I was traced out of my thoughts and I turned my head to see Stiles, who sat beside me with a smile.

"How'd talking to Lydia go?" I mutter, avoiding eye contact with him.

"I didn't, actually," Stiles cleared his throat.

"I actually wanted to talk to you instead, Sky." Stiles smiled at me and sat down next to me.

"Really?" I mumbled. "Thank you, i guess?"

Stiles chuckled, and we just both looked at each other for a minute.