Yours (Stiles Stilinski)

Chapter Seventy One

I stood behind Stiles, as he berated his Dad to do a background check on Theo and his family. I didn't know what it was yet, but I also felt weird about Theo. Less 'awkward ex-boyfriend and boyfriend meeting' and more 'this kid reminds me of a serial killer.' And Stiles... Well, I had learned by now to trust him. Even though these days, he seemed to trust me less and less... He seemed to trust everyone less and less.

"I know his family left town around the time Theo was nine or ten... his older sister died in an accident when he was eight," Stiles said. Mr. Stilinski gave him an exasperated look.

"Please, go to school," he begged. Stiles glared at him.

"Dad, this kid's a Werewolf!" Stiles protested. Mr. Stilinski crossed his arms.

"Your best friend is a Werewolf! You are dating a girl who can literally absorb and project different emotions! I still don't know what Kira's supposed to be. When the flying monkeys come soaring through this station, you will have my undivided attention. Until then? Just go to school— Y/n? Can you get him to go to school?" He said, looking back to me. Stiles stopped, and he looked at his Dad for a second. I raised my eyebrows, as he seemed to grow suspicious.

"What did you do?" Stiles asked. Mr. Stilinski looked taken aback.

"What? What do you mean, 'What did I do?'" He said defensively. Stiles looked closer.

"There's something different about you— Y/n, what's different with him?" He asked. I looked him over, and I noticed his hand. My eyes widened, and I shrugged.

"I don't know, Stiles," I muttered. His ring was gone. For the first time, in like a bajillion years, his wedding ring was off of his hand. Mr. Stilinski grew more nervous, as Stiles sniffed at him, patting his Dad's shoulders.

"For the love of God, Stiles, just go to school!" Mr. Stilinski exclaimed. Stiles crossed his arms, taking a seat next to me.

"I will go if you promise to do a full background check of the Raekens."

"No. You know what? Just because I'm the only law enforcement officer who knows anything about this does not make it my responsibility to do something every time you have a minor suspicion!" Mr. Stilinski shouted. My eyes moved towards the window, staring towards Parrish. Stiles seemed to catch on and he turned to his Dad.

"...Except you're not the only one." Stiles grinned. Mr. Stilinski looked out of the window, as I saw Parrish run his fingers over his head. He looked stressed, and paperwork seemed to overflow his desk. He was startled out of his daze when Mr. Stilinski yelled his name.

"Parrish!"

—

"So, you ran a background check, and all you found was a speeding ticket?" Malia asked, as she walked next to me. Stiles glanced over at her.

"A speeding ticket signed by Theo's dad eight years ago," he said, waving the paper around. Malia raised her eyebrows, as I thought about what I felt around Theo. It had only been a couple of minutes, and I was more focused on saving my brother from having his power sucked out from a pair of talons.

"Which means what?" Malia pressed. Stiles groaned.

"Who speeds? People trying to get away from something!" Stiles protested. Malia glanced at me, and then back to Stiles.

"Well, how many tickets do you have?" She asked another question. Stiles looked over to me, as I stared right ahead, completely zoned out.

"None!" He said.
"Seventeen," I muttered at the same time. The two glanced at me, and I blinked back at them. Malia chuckled, as Stiles glared at me.