Twin Theories// Teen Wolf

Anger

I woke up with my head pounding.

Glimpses of last night and the bar bubbling through the surface of my mind.

"Jesus." I mutter grabbing my phone off my nightstand.

My vision slightly blurry as I manage to read out '12:31'.

I slide open a message from Issac and smile.

"Morning Darling, text me when you are up. I told Finstock you'd probably miss a few lessons today."

I smile and answer him, 'Hey handsome, getting ready for school now. I'll be there soon. xoxo"

I yawn before getting up and heading towards the shower.

I scoff kicking my foot over the seat of my motorcycle. Stupid School.

I straighten out my skirt before sliding my bag over my shoulder and walking in the school.

Finally reaching my locker I begin the combo.

A firm hand stops me from opening my locker.

"What the hell." I mutter turning to none other than Stilinski.

"Where have you been?" He asks quietly.

"Home." I answer slapping his hand off my locker.

He scoffs.

I open my locker and begin moving my stuff away.

"With Issac huh?" He mutters.

I pause.

Turning to him. My eyes slanted angrily as that was his first assumption.

"Actually. I was asleep." I mutter.

"Totally."

I look at him. "Yes Stiles, I have a boyfriend. But that doesn't mean I'm with him 24/7. God." His face slightly dropping at the mention of 'boyfriend.'

"I didn't mean...that." He answers quieter.

I sigh, "What do you mean then Stiles?"

He looks down, "I just.."

"Just?"

"Just thought the Wendigo took you...I was worried." He answers.

My eyes widen, shock hitting me.

"Worried?" I ask.

He gulps, "Yeah."

A faint smile forms on my lips, my back facing him. "Well no..the wendigo didn't take me."

"I mean I was only worried coz of Scott. He wouldn't of shut up about you being gone. Honestly I kind of wish you were the next victim. Make my life a lot easier." He says bluntly.

There it is.

"And this Stilinski is why only Lydia Martin would ever date you." I mumble walking past him after shutting my locker.

Prick.

Scott.

"Everything in her life is somewhat perfect why are you trying to ruin that!" I shout at stiles.

"I was trying to be honest!" He shouts back in defense.

"How could you say something like that about Y/n!" I yell once more.

"Sounds like a personal problem." He mumbles grabbing his lacrosse stick.

"You're so full of shit!" I rumble, pinning him against the locker room wall.