Yours (Stiles Stilinski)

Chapter Twenty Five

"I'm serious! It's not like the last full moon. I don't feel the same," Scott explained to us. I handed Coach his grading forms to sign for the last weeks class, and followed after Stiles and Scott.

"Oh, does that include the urge to maim and kill people like me and Y/n?" Stiles said. I nodded thoughtfully.

"I swear, I don't have the urge to maim and kill you... Maybe Y/n," he said, shooting me a playful glare.

"Careful there, wolfy boy, Stiles will have to cuff you again," I respond, punching him in the shoulder.

"You know, you say that now, but then the full moon goes up, and out come the fangs, and the claws, and there's a lot of howling and screaming and running everywhere, okay? And it's very stressful on us, and so yes, I'm still locking you up," Stiles said.

"Okay, fine. But, I do think I'm more in control now, especially since things are good with Allison," Scott said. I rolled my eyes.

"Okay, I'm aware of how good things are with Allison."

"They're really good."

"Okay, gentlemen, I think that's enough," I said, smiling, faking a nauseous look. I was honestly happy for my brother. Despite the whole scary Gerard wanting-to-murder-all-Werewolf's-thing, at least Scott was kind of happy.

"Did you get something better than handcuffs this time?" Scott asked. Stiles nodded excitedly, opening his locker. A long chain began falling out of his locker. Danny walked past us looking at me weirdly.

"Dang, Y/n. You guys are in to some freaky stuff," he said. My eyes widened, and the rest of the team whistled. Scott looked at me with wide eyes, and I put my hands up. Coach walked over, putting one hand on Stiles' and my own shoulder.

"Part of me wants to ask... the other part says knowing will be more disturbing than anything I could ever imagine. So, I'm gonna walk away," Coach said. He shook his head with fake disappointment to me. I looked over at Stiles, as the last of the chain fell to the ground.

"I'm not going to comment on that either, but that being said— I have to go meet up with Allison and Lydia. Scott, please don't ever look at me like that again," I said to Scott, whose mouth was still on the floor. As I left the locker room, the boys whistled again, and I grimaced at their stupidity, but then again; it was also amusing to see Stiles' reaction. I met up with Lydia and Allison out by the side door. Lydia handed me a coffee and gave me a tight hug.

"It's good to see you too. We are both obviously relieved that you are back," I said. Allison nodded, and we walked towards the front doors.

"You really don't remember anything?" Allison asked.

"They called it a "fugue state," which is basically a way of saying, "We have no idea why you can't remember running through the woods naked for two days." But, personally, I don't care," Lydia said, shrugging. "I lost nine pounds." I let out a sigh, and looped my free arm through hers.

"Are you ready for this?" I asked. Lydia shot a look at Allison.

"Please. It's not like my aunt's a serial killer," she said. Allison and I chuckled as we all walked through the doors. Everyone stopped in their tracks, staring at Lydia among the three of us. Allison leaned over.

"Maybe it's the nine pounds?" She asked. I nodded thoughtfully.

"It definitely is, but that's not a reason FOR YOU PEOPLE TO STOP MOVING! GET GOING!" I shouted, and waved an arm, moving people along. Lydia groaned, pulling us along.

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"Y/n, where were you?" Stiles whisper-yelled as he sat down next to me. Scott sat in front of us, like usual. I raised my eyebrows at them.