blue. [stiles stilinski]

[seven] donovan

I'm so tired.

Rubbing my tired eyes, i roll over to the side of my bed picking up my phone and checking the time, 5:45am.

great.

I haven't seen Stiles since that day at the pool and for almost a week i've been restless, meaning any time after 3:00am my body deems suitable to wake me up. Honestly, i'm not surprised i haven't seen him, subconsciously i knew he was only being nice to me because he was drunk ,but i just can't shake this feeling of wanting to see him, wanting to speak to him.

Reluctantly, i force myself out of bed, walking over to the coffee machine and making myself an espresso, so i can make it through the day without collapsing of exhaustion. I sit back on my bed, grabbing my phone again and checking my messages, surprisingly Allison has messaged me instead of her usual weekly call.

Ally: "Hey Rue! I miss you so much, i hope the internships going well! Scotts doing something tomorrow so you should come and see me <3

I can't help but smile at the message, before a wave of sadness washes over me.

i miss her so much

Me: "I miss you 2 ! I have so much work atm, but i will try my best to be there, ily!"

I message her back, before putting the phone down and yawning. I look across at Renee, chuckling at the state she is in from the party she attended last night. She's splayed across the bed, her black mini dress halfway down her body, at an attempt to take it off when she stumbled in through the door at 2am. Her face is smushed into her pillow, smudging the makeup she forgot to take off, her phone still in hand.

There is a big chance she will murder me if i wake her up, but class starts at seven and there's no chance she will be ready in time if i don't wake her right now. I tiptoe over to her bed, shaking her gently; "Renee" i whisper. A pillow hurtles at me at astonishing speed, knocking me onto my butt as Renee groans loudly, pulling the covers over her face. "Not today Rue" She croaks, snuggling further into the covers. I laugh quietly to myself, before getting up from off the floor, pushing down the covers and grabbing her wrists before pulling her out of bed. "You'll thank me for this later" i struggle, pushing her into the bathroom.

I start to pack my bag, before Renee distracts me, "how's your boyfriend!" she shouts from the shower. I'm puzzled for a moment before i remember how she caught me being pushed through our dorm room door by Stiles Stilinski, not to mention me also being half-naked. "Not my boyfriend Renee! I've told you he hates me!" I sigh, getting angry at my stomach for fluttering every time that asshole was mentioned.

She laughs, ignoring my last statement and not mentioning it again for the rest of the morning.

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Renee links her arm within mine as we walk up to the first class of the morning, the weathers cold, and the creased white shirt that i'm wearing is too thin to even cover the outline of my bra, let alone give me any ounce of warmth.

"There's another party this weekend Rue, you should come. For the first time in forever."

I grin at Renee's dramatics as she looks at me, anticipating a reaction.  "Maybe," I reply.

"-But i might have to see my friend ally since her boyfriend is away for a few days and god forbid Allison Argent and Scott Mccall are separated for a few seconds" I laugh at my pathetic attempt of a joke, before being pulled to a stop in the middle of the pathway.

The sea of students walking behind us shot us glares of annoyance as i apologised profusely. I turn to shout at Renee before she interrupts me-

"What did you just say?" She asks, cocking her head to stare intensely at me.

"That i might have to see my friend Ally?" I question, concerned by her quick change of mood.

"No-no, not that, something about Scott Mccall, you know him?"

Now its my turn to be suspicious, "yes, what is he famous?" I say chuckling.

"Do you know about them?" She snaps, not an ounce of sarcasm in her tone, only seriousness. I reach out, placing an arm on her shoulder;

her eyes look almost luminescent, almost red?

maybe its her lack of sleep

"Know about what Renee?" I say, visibly concerned. She stares at me for a second, as if she was trying to read my mind, before squeezing her tightly shut and opening them again, a fake smile plastered across her face.

"Sorry Rue, ignore me its the lack of sleep" She laughs oddly, before picking up her pace and beginning to walk away, i quickly follow, a confused expression plastered across my face.

I enter class, following Renee and waving at Lucas from across the room. Averting my eyesight, i stare at Stiles' empty chair, half hoping i'd find him in his place, but i'm only greeted with Gila scrolling her phone whilst obnoxiously chewing gum. I make my way to my seat, smiling at Gila as i sit down.

"Where's the boy?" She queries, ignoring my smile and staring right through me, directing her attention towards the empty seat.

"Oh, i'm not sure" I reply quietly, looking down towards the ground and before Gila can answer the teacher interrupts.

"Good morning class! It has been brought to my attention that we will be starting our cases today due to an unfortunate circumstance."

The class murmurs in excitement, all attention being directed at Mr. Henderson.

"The case in question is to do with a missing boy from Beacon Hills-"

My eyes dart upwards, as i become rigid from suspense.

Stiles?

I hang onto each word that he rolls off of his tongue, my stomach dropping as i brace myself for the realisation that maybe Stiles has been missing since that night, and i was the last person to see him.

"The missing person in question, is male, age 19  and goes by the name of Donovan Donati."

I let out a sigh of relief, louder than i intended to, earning a multitude of peculiar looks from the students before, yet again, the attention was directed back to the front of the class.

We instantly lock eyes, his messy brown hair strewn about like he'd just arose from bed, his under-eyes a dark blue from a seemingly lack of sleep.

The teacher turned in shock, eyeing up Stiles' tiresome state

"Nice of you to join us for once Stiles."