Yours (Stiles Stilinski)

Chapter Thirty Nine

A/N: Lowkey saucy scene ahead. Uh— Don't read if you don't like that. Anyway, enjoy. Xoxo

"Am I getting too close?" Allison said nervously. I sat in the front seat this time, and Lydia sat in the middle of the back seat. "I am getting too close, aren't I?"

"That depends. Are you just following the bus, or are you planning on mounting it at some point?" I asked. Lydia and I chuckled, as Allison sighed.

"Alright, alright, I'll back off," she muttered, slowing down just a smidge.

"Well, that also depends. Oh, do you mean the bus, or the ex-boyfriend you're currently stalking?" Lydia asked. I look over at Allison from the sides of my eyes.

"Well, after what happened, I'm not letting him out of my sight," Allison said. I patted her shoulder.

"I appreciate the concern," I said to Allison, giving Lydia a pointed look.

"Hmm," was all we got from Lydia.

"And, by the way, this all started when he came knocking at my door," Allison said. I looked ahead with sadness lacing my face.

"I just can't believe everything played out the way it did," I said quietly. Allison sighed, nodding with me.

"So, is that whole 'not letting them out of your sight' thing literal, or more like a general rule?" Lydia asked. I looked at her with confusion, and she pointed to the gas gauge. "You're running on fumes."

"Oh shit," I muttered.

"Yeah— And I'm pretty sure that bus holds a lot more gas than this Toyota," Lydia said.

"We could stop?" I asked.

"Is it really that big of a deal? I mean, so we lose them. We know where they're headed," Lydia said.

"You didn't see what happened," Allison said. I squeezed her shoulder.

"I know who started it," Lydia muttered. I sighed, and Allison scoffed.

"Is that what Aiden told you?" Allison snapped.

"Aiden? Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hold on a second— Is that why you invited me on this whole road-trip-thing? Oh, my gosh! You're keeping an eye on me and them!" Lydia exclaimed. I sighed again, pinching the bridge of my nose.

"Guys," I said quietly.

"So, there's nothing going on between you two?" Allison asked.

"I'm appalled by the insinuation!" Lydia exclaimed.

"Guys!" I said louder. Allison slammed on the breaks, and I winced as we were tossed forward. There was a huge line of traffic. I was cramped up, and now I was stuck on the high way with two of my favorite idiots. I groaned. "This is just great."

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"Stilinski! Shut it! Seriously! It's a little bus! Stop asking me questions!" Coach shouted. Stiles groaned, sitting back down. He looked over to Scott.

"I hate him. Did you call Deaton?" Stiles asked. Scott let out a groan and shook his head.

"I keep getting his voicemail," he said lightly. His hand clutched his stomach.

"That's it. I'm calling Y/n," Stiles said, pulling out his phone.

"How is she gonna help, back in Beacon Hills? I don't need her every time something goes wrong," Scott groaned. Stiles raised an eyebrow at his best friend.

"She's not. Y/n, Allison and Lydia have been following us for hours," Stiles said. He looked back, knowing that his girlfriend wouldn't have left them out here alone. "Pathetic," he murmured.