Not your type >< Stiles Stilinski

Chapter 22: Denial

      " I'm not like that person who killed them. I'm not a bad person, much less a murderer. He can't kill people like me just because of who we are, it's not like I had a choice in this. That's just crazy!" Siennas voice broke however she refused to let any tears break through. Almost pleading, she kept waiting for someone to tell her this was a joke, however as she looked towards all the boys, all she was met with was the undeniable amounts of fear and worry from them all. However, the werewolf sparked a small light of optimism in them all as he stood up infront of them.

His feet took him a few steps backwards so he was just reaching the morning sunlight that was making its way through the small windows to his top right. Continuing to look at his friends, he remained confident as his mind conjured up a plan. The group had taken residence in the clinic since late last night. The hours had gone by much quicker than any had realised, it only alerted them just how much time had actually passed by when Scott was engulfed by the orange rays.

Yawning, stiles stretched his arms out above his head as he then went to cover his mouth, but not before the infectious intake of air had already forced both Sienna and Deaton to adhere to its desire shortly after, following what Stiles did. Interrupting the shared feeling of exhaustion, Scott's light bulb finally flickered.

      " Look Sienna, we will protect you. But we know Derek, if he shows up, we promise you that we will make him see who you really are. And that you're not like the person who he has it out for. He's only doing this because he's still sad, but that's not your fault. And I refuse to let you pay the price for someone else's actions." Each word was spoken with such assurance, it was as if he was speaking the truth like he could predict it.

Enlightened by his words, Sienna instantly felt a little safer and a lot calmer, knowing that she had Scott by her side. However, as she looked at Stiles in hopes that he would reiterate Scott's speech, she couldn't help but feel a little hurt when she realised that he didn't seem to even look towards her,much less support their friends idea. He just sat completely focused on Scott, lost in his own train of thoughts.

The clock ticked past 5am and the group had settled down, ideas to keep the blonde safe were beginning to pave their way into the future as Scott was mentally creating plans to protect his friend. Yet the other brunette teenage boys' mind seemed to wander to other things, he'd accepted that Sienna wasn't like him, much like Scott and many of his other friends weren't. However, sudden skepticism fuelled inside of him as he began to think just how different she could be from them all, and perhaps even if Derek had the right idea in what he had planned to do. He couldn't help but begin to feel slightly thankful for Scott interrupting earlier, that was potentially the silver lining of the day, who knows what would she happened had he not texted. Even though he hated thinking of her in such a negative light, somehow he couldn't seem to stop himself from doing it. The more he saw her, the more his mind thought worse and worse of her, the more he began to resent her for simply intruding in on their lives so quickly and now dragging them into a fight that he didn't want to be in. He was glad things stopped before they'd even begun.

Eventually, the three had decided that it was time to go home so they were able to get atleast an hour of sleep in before they had to go to school. Saying their goodbyes to the vet, the three exited the clinic and made their ways to the vehicles.

Out of habit, Stiles nearly went to offer Sienna a ride home. However, his mind worked faster than his mouth and he refused to let the words escape.

Instead, Scott dropped Sienna off home before making his way back to his own house, the ride was quiet as both minds were still thinking about the same thought.

Unlocking her front door, she gave Scott one last goodbye as he'd waited for her to get in safely before he set off.

As she closed the door behind her carefully, the familiar sound of the exhaust echoed in the distance as her friend drover further away till soon she could hear nothing but the ticking of a clock in the hallway and the faint sounds of her mother sleeping coming from upstairs.