Not your type >< Stiles Stilinski

Chapter 21: The Vetinarian

As Deaton, Sienna and Scott continued to talk as they stood in the clinic, their conversation was quickly interrupted as someone else burst into the room. Making quite the dramatic entrance for himself, the double doors swung open as he lunged forward. Stiles clutched onto the metal table as he gasped for breath, sweaty and red the boy looked even more confused to be face to face with the blonde as well as two others, clearly judging by the look on his face, he'd only expected Deaton and Scott to be there. He'd run all the way from his home to tell them something important, something secret, however he wasn't currently aware that Sienna actually knew the truth about everything. Since just merely hours ago the pair were innocently growing closer beside the rocks somewhere within Beacon hills preserve. So in the most Stiles' way possible, meaning obviously lacking in subtlety, he tried to act as natural as he could whilst trying to usher the other two away to talk.

" Oh, hi Sienna" Stiles greeted her before turning to the two others in the room, " erm, guys could I please talk to you...quickly. About something. It's quite important." As he finished talking he gave Sienna another awkward smile before his eyes darted back to the others.

Sienna hoped that Scott would speak up as she assumed that whatever was so urgent that he'd ran all the way from home to talk about, would be about the secret that she had now suddenly become apart of. However, she didn't exactly want to tell Stiles she knew what he was thinking or even possibly about to say. It wouldn't exactly be an easy conversation to initiate, nor did she want to deal with his response if he didn't want her to know about it, which by now however was already too late.

Just as she wanted, Scott responded, " Hey, hey, breathe first. How much adderall have you had already?"

" enough to keep a small child awake for about a year, but that's not the point Scott. I really need to talk to you". His words were shaking with the amount of adrenaline coursing through his body, his movements were shaky and his breaths were laboured although he was becoming increasingly calmer compared to how he was when he first entered.

" I kinda need to talk to you too. Well, we do" Scott looked between Sienna and Deaton, then back to Stiles who looked more and more confused as the silence became more apparent around them all.

"What is it Scott?" Stiles asked firmly.

Deaton watched the pair converse silently however he thought he should be the one to say something, as he would be able to give the best explanation about it all. Answering for Scott, he began," Stiles, your friend Sienna. She knows, she knows about everything. But it's not just that she knows, she's apart of this all to now. She's something not quite like you or I. Well not really like anything I've ever known before to be honest with you-"

Stiles' nostrils flared as he took in a sharp breath of air, before Deaton could even finish, he snapped, " WHAT! I'm sorry what? Tell me you're not telling me what I think you're telling me? Scott? Deaton?".

Siennas face dropped as she heard his tone, a harshness she never imagined him being capable of reaching. An anger that contradicted everything nice about him. Her eyes met his own, as she continued looking at him there was something in his stare that gave her a foreign feeling, the friendly and inviting nature that once were held behind them had disappeared completely, all she could see now was his anger and fury brewing within their darkness. The kind and gentleness of his demeanour was stripped entirely and replaced with fury.

Matching the boys previous tone, Scott fiercely bellowed back, " STILES. Listen to what he has to say, whatever is happening cannot be undone. Do not act like you know what is going on, because you don't. So let him finish"

Relenting to his friend, Stiles looked towards Deaton for him to continue. His eyes didn't dare venture towards Siennas, perhaps out of guilt, perhaps out of anger, either way his eyes refused to meet her own.