𝗖𝗹𝗮𝗶𝗿𝘃𝗼𝘆𝗮𝗻𝘁

Partners in Crime

As we pull up to a sign that clearly mentions that we are not welcomed, I turn to Stiles. "You know Stiles, this is a really great way to make me a lot less nervous about my first day at Beacon High tomorrow."

"You're welcome!" Stiles smiles and opens his car door.

"That was sarcasm." I say, hopping out of the back seat.

"We're seriously doing this?" Scott looks like he is sweating profusely.

"You guys always bitch about how nothing ever happens in the town!" Stiles yells while throwing his arms up in the air.

I grab a flashlight and start following Stiles, who has already taken a hold of Scott's sweatshirt and started walking.

"I was trying to get some sleep for practice tomorrow" Scott says.

"Actually, we were gonna watch a movie so that sleep was gonna be interrupted anyways."

"See!" Stiles exclaims, "Maeve's got my back. You should listen to Maeve."

"No he shouldn't!" My voice trails behind them as I run to catch up.

"Just asking out of curiosity, which part of the body are we looking for" Scott stops and looks at Stiles, waiting for an answer.

"Oh...." He says, "I didn't think about that."

"This is the dumbest decision we have ever made" I mumble under my breath.

Stiles looks at me and I quickly put two thumbs up and clench my teeth together, putting on a very unconvincing smile.

"How about, the killer? Are they still out there?" Scott asks.

"Heh... didn't think of that either." Stiles scratches his head and laughs.

I reluctantly follow Stiles up a hill, my legs working on overtime as Scott grabs onto my shirt to pull himself up the hill. Every crunch the leaves cause my heart to stop, and every twig snap is accompanied by my head quickly turning towards the sound. You cannot get caught, I think, you will not be in juvie when you're supposed to start a new school.

The sound of Scott's inhaler nearly makes me drop dead on the spot.

"Maybe the asthmatic should be the one holding the flashlight." Scott manages to say in between wheezes.

"Sorry Scotty, there were only two." Stiles opens his mouth to say more but stops to quickly grab us and falls to the ground, taking us with him.

My eyes widen and I stop breathing as I watch the police offers move their flashlights in our direction. Before I have time to think of an escape plan, Stiles jumps up and takes off running.

"Stiles!"

"Dude, wait!"

"Come on guys!"

"Wait up!"

I jump up and start running, feeling the cold air slap me in the face and burn my lungs. I snatch Scott's inhaler and uses a puff of it, mid run. He rips it back out of my hands and does the same thing. Before we catch up to Stiles, the police officers K-9s have found him.

I hide behind a tree, and make sure that I don't make a single move.

"Hang on, hang on! This little delinquent belongs to me." Sheriff Stilinksi stands over Stiles, not trying to hide the disappointed expression on his face.

"Dad...how you doin'?"

"So you're listening in on my phone calls?" He asks Stiles.

"No!" Stiles scoffs, "Not the boring ones..."