"When am I ever wrong?" Aurelia snarked, in an attempt to hide her surprise at the situation she and her friends had found themselves in.
Since the ordeal in Stiles' room the night before, Aurelia went home and spent her night in the basement. With Isaac desperately trying to get their father to let her out, which only resulted in her being down there for longer — but she wasn't mad at him. How could she be? He was only trying to help. Whilst all this was happening, hell was breaking loose at the party. By a miracle, Stiles and Aurelia's farfetched theory was the truth. Scott had indeed gone to the party with Allison and dipped halfway through when the full moon started to take effect. By the end of the night, Scott found himself in the woods with — of all people — Derek Hale, telling him 'the bite is a gift', and returned home with an arrow lodged in his arm. A gift from the hunters that chased and attacked him.
"You're not at all surprised?" Stiles judged, as he repetitively drummed his fingers on the steering wheel of his jeep whilst they waited at a red light. Aurelia simply gawked at the boy.
"Of course I am!" She shouted, making Stiles jump and clutch his chest. "What the hell have we gotten ourselves into. You know, I blame you. You were the one who dragged us out into the woods, resulting in Scott getting bitten." Stiles shrugged and grabbed Aurelia's smoothie, wincing once he'd been slapped for drinking it. "You got him into this. We are going to help him through it."
"We?"
"I've known you since we were four, it would be rude for me to leave you to suffer now." Lia shrugged, her green eyes meeting his brown ones.
"Yeah. Please don't leave us, we need your brain." Stiles smiled, putting down the handbrake and pulling his keys out the ignition.
"And my good looks?" Lia smirked, jumping out the car and slamming the door — giving him no time to respond.
"Don't get me started." Stiles groaned, resting his head on the headrest before climbing out the car and chasing after Aurelia who chuckled as he tripped over his own feet.
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"Let's go, one-on-one from up top!" Coach Finstock spoke, after blasting the whistle in attempts to grab all the boys attention. "Jackson, take a long stick today. Attaboy." Aurelia watched from the stands as the boys positioned themselves on the field, her eyes flitting between practice and her paper as she drew whatever came to mind. A few minutes in Greenberg — Coaches least favourite student — was already running laps, whilst Jackson annihilated the rest of the players. "Let's go. McCall, what are you waiting for? Let's go." He shouted as Scott stood staring off into space.
