Yours (Stiles Stilinski)

Chapter Twenty

"Well, we have the whole day," I said, munching on breakfast. I stood after we finished, grabbing the dishes. I stretched my neck lightly, wincing at the tension still there. Stiles put a hand on my back, using his other hand to grab the dishes from my grasp.

"I got it," he said. He washed the dishes, and I put the food back in the fridge. I wiped the counter down, cleaning the place up a bit. Stiles groaned. "Can I convince you to sit down? You really don't need to clean everything. You know how much I hate when you come over and clean," he complained. I rolled my eyes, giving the table one last wipe down.

"I wouldn't have to if you guys didn't live like hamsters," I said, laughing lightly. He pulled the rag out of my hand, guiding me back to his room. "We have the whole day off, so — what are we doing?" I asked. He pointed at the TV.

"Absolutely nothing, and you are going to rest. Since you decided to go and skip school, your mom told me I wasn't allowed to let you out of the house unless you were going back home," Stiles admitted. I gaped at him, hitting his arm slightly.

"You talked to my mom?" I asked incredulously. He nodded.

"She said she couldn't get in touch with you, and since you hadn't told her you wanted to stay home, she didn't call. Therefore, skipping school," he explained. I groaned, flopping back on the bed.

"I can't believe you sometimes. What if I ratted you out to your dad?" I said, my eyes lightened when I pulled out my phone. "Remember this?" I asked, showing him the photo of us breaking into the school. Specifically, him holding the door handle. He went to snatch my phone, but I pulled back. "Nah uh, I don't think so," I whispered. He dove for it, gently watching out for my shoulder.

"Y/n," he grumbled. I let out a giggle, as he reached for the phone again. He reached one last time, and he leaned over the top of me. "Y/n, give it-," he stopped talking when he saw the position we were in. My face flushed, and his did too.

"Uh- guys?" We heard at the door. We sprung apart, and I took my seat back near the pillows, cursing myself for both letting myself blush but also not taking the chance. Scott stood there, his eyes wide, but a goofy grin growing on his face. "Am I interrupting?" He said.

"Well, kind of-"
"No, no! It's fine," Stiles said quickly. I looked at him, confusion filling my brain. Alright, looks like no Y/n & Stiles day after all. Scott joined us, and we all talked for a while about the predicament we were in. Stiles went to the bathroom, and Scott looked between me and the door, pointing a thumb in its direction.

"So?" He asked, waggling his eyebrows. I punched his arm.

"No. Shut up. What are you doing here?" I asked. Usually he'd call first. He sighed and pulled out his phone. I listened to as a voicemail from one of our teachers played. Scott was missing a paper. Not a shocker, but something we'd need to take care of before Mom found out. I let out a groan. "Alright, alright, I'll take care of it tonight," I said. Scott grinned, giving me a shoulder hug. Stiles joined us a couple minutes later with snacks. We hung out for a while, and eventually Scott went back home. Stiles and I resumed a Star War's movie and hung out for a couple more hours.

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I was half-asleep when Stiles got a phone call. He shook me, and I sat up. His eyes told me that something bad was going on. I immediately put on my shoes.

"What is it?" I asked, as we both walked out to his Jeep.

"It's Peter, the Alpha? He took your Mom out... on a date," Stiles said awkwardly. My eyes widened, and I looked ahead as we drove. Scott said he would meet us nearby so that Mom didn't see him. Stiles looked at me as we approached the vehicle she was in. They were sort of pulled to the side of the road, but nonetheless still in the way. Stiles' grip on the steering wheel tightened, and I put a hand on his arm, bracing against the seat. He collided with the back of the vehicle, placing one arm over my chest, holding me back as we came to a screeching halt. I looked behind us to see people getting out of their cars. Scott was three cars back, sneaking around. I saw my Mom get out of the car as well as Peter. I followed Stiles sheepishly.