so•ber
/ ˈsōbər /
Not affected by alcohol; not drunk.
Everyone talks about the common effects of drugs and alcohol. The difference from being sober, drunk, or high. Sure, it's hard to stop drinking. Sure, it's hard to quit smoking. It's hard to g...
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1 "The fear of death follows from the fear of life. A man who loves fully is prepared to die at any time." -Mark Twain ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Warning: Mature language; NSFW 18+... yeah.
19,193 words. You're welcome.
The bus pulled up to a crappy motel in a small town. Motel Glen Capri. It was dark outside, the sign was neon, and honestly, the pack had never seen anything creepier.
Holland, Stiles, and Scott stepped off of the bus after everyone else had. Scott being the optimist he is, spoke first. "I've seen worse."
Stiles furrowed his eyebrows looking at the small dirty building. "Where have you seen worse?" He asked exasperatedly.
"Come on, it doesn't look that bad." Holland put a fake smile on and looked up at the two boys who still had soured looks on their faces. Stiles looked down at the shorter girl like she was insane which caused her grin to drop immediately.
The trio perked up when they heard Coach quickly blow his whistle. "Listen up! The meet's been pushed 'til tomorrow. This is the closest motel with the most vacancies and the least amount of good judgement when it comes to accepting a bunch of degenerates like yourselves! You'll be pairing up- choose wisely."
Holland excitedly walked over to Coach to grab a key to a room. She turned to see both Stiles and Allison staring at her with expectant looks and their arms crossed. They were practically mirroring each other. They both had looks on their faces like 'yep, you have to choose between us, and if you don't pick me, I'm never talking to you again'. The brunette breathily chuckled not knowing what to do.
"You could always pair up with me baby girl." Holland cringed when she heard a familiar voice and an awful nickname, that made her turn around. She raised her eyebrows at the face she hasn't seen in a while.
"Jacob." She sighed. "I'd rather sleep in the middle of a highway than sleep in the same room as you."
"Come on, you would've died to sleep in the same room as me a couple years ago. What do you say? You wanna relive some old times? I got some fun in my bag." He bounced his eyebrows up and down.
Stiles quickly walked up to say something but Scott put a hand on his shoulder. "This could end two ways. You can leave Holland alone or I can take care of you right now." Scott threatened.
"I'd leave." Stiles smiled sarcastically. Jacob rolled his eyes before walking up to the short girl standing between her boyfriend and the McCall boy.
He smirked as he leaned down to be level with her face. He leaned his head forward until his mouth was by her ear. He pushed Holland's hair back, his fingers brushing over her neck as his hot breath fanned her ear. The teenage girl's breath caught in her throat as she tried to ignore the awful feeling she got when he touched her.
