Yours (Stiles Stilinski)

Chapter Thirty Five

"Allison!" I shouted, as she stepped out of the car. I hugged her tight. I looked her over, and she looked great. Lydia smiled, and I gave her a soft hug. "It's so good to see you guys," I whispered, as we all hugged each other. We hopped in the car, and began driving towards Lydia's. I plugged my phone in and we blared music, singing. I laughed and Lydia shook her head.

"It's not a double-date! It's a group thing— obviously! Y/n is here!" Lydia said. I rolled my eyes and Allison looked back at me.

"Speaking of which, where is Stiles? Shouldn't you guys be enjoying the last day of freedom? And Lydia, you know I'm just not ready to get back out there," Allison said. I put a hand to my chin.

"I think they were going to a tattoo parlor. Besides, we've all spent time together the whole summer," I said. Lydia raised an eyebrow.

"Uhh— Like just you and him, or your brother too?" She asked skeptically. I itched the back of my neck.

"Mostly, Scott was there—," I said sheepishly. Even though Scott supported our relationship, after everything that had been happening; he wanted to keep a close eye on us. I thought it was fucking weird.

"So— Allison, you were in France and didn't do any dating for four months?" Lydia turned her skeptical eyes to Allison. She shot me a 'help' glance, and I shrugged.

"Did you? I mean, after—"

"Do not say his name," Lydia said, interrupting Allison. As they talked, I stared out the window and came back when I heard Lydia exclaim something. "It's not an orgy! You'll live!" My eyes locked with hers.

"Alright you guys, take it easy," I said. My voice died out when I turned to see Stiles and Scott in the Jeep. My eyes widened, and I looked back. "Uh, Allison— you said you absolutely did not want to see Scott?" I asked. She gave me a panicked look, and looked out of the window.

"Oh, my God! Oh, my God! Oh, my God! Oh, my God! I can't see him, not now!" She yelled. I see Stiles give me a little wave, and I rolled my eyes, but gave him a wave back.

"Okay, Lydia, drive!"

"But the light—"

"Go, Lydia!" Allison shouted. I looked back at Allison, and she looked like she was about to die of anxiety. As Stiles began to roll down Scott's window, Lydia hit the gas through the red light. I patted Allison's back.

"You okay?" I asked gently. She nodded, and I chuckled thinking of the guy's expressions. We drove for maybe half a mile, before Allison looked back.

"Lydia, stop. We need to go back and talk to them... Wait, they stopped, too. Why would they stop?" Allison asked. I shrugged.

"It's Stiles and Scott! Do you really wanna try applying logic to those two? Or, maybe Y/n would like to explain to us how the heck they managed to show up at the same time?" Lydia said. I looked at the road.

"Uh guys, maybe we should move out of the road if we're going to have this— Holy shit!" I shouted. I was leaned forward in between the two of them, and I saw a huge dark animal running directly at us. Lydia and Allison looked back at me with shock as a giant stag ran directly into the car's windshield. I sat back as a horn almost impaled my eye.

"Ah!" Lydia and Allison screamed. Glass shattered around us, and I sat there, my hands splayed on the seat.

"Come on, Y/n!" Lydia said, opening my door and pulling me out.

"Y/n!" Stiles shouted, grabbing my arms. He plucked the glass out of my hair, and I looked back at Allison and Lydia. "Hey, hey, are you okay?" He asked gently, pulling my chin back to face him. I nodded, as Scott and Allison looked at the stag in the windshield.