"please, just let me help you"
"why should i? everyone i know either dies or thinks i'm a total freak show"
Georgia Ray is a social outcast. Nobody bothers to spare her a second glance, unless it's to roll their eyes or scoff. Living alone w...
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GEORGIA RAY WAS FAR too tired to be woken up already. She hadn't even been asleep for an hour, and already her shoulders were being shaken and an annoying voice was ringing in her ear.
"C'mon, we've gotta go. You're already late."
Georgia mentally rolled her eyes, clutching her mattress tighter, "Boohoo. Fuck off."
"No, c'mon," Scott dipped into her bathroom to wet a cloth before coming back. He carefully grabbed her chin with one hand, the other wiping off remnants of paint from her face, "We had to leave fifteen minutes ago."
"Then leave," Georgia dragged out in a loud whine. Scott huffed, going back to her bathroom to swap the cloth for a wet toothbrush.
He came over to her bedside, shoving it in her mouth, "Brush," he ordered, going to her closet.
Georgia was grumbling as she chewed on her toothbrush, eyes still closed. Scott could faintly make out something along the lines of fuck off and leave me here to die. Scott rolled his eyes at her dramatics, emerging from her closet with a dark green jumper.
"Arms up," he instructed. Georgia was still laying belly down, but at least she stuck her hands up. Scott sighed, pulling them through either sleeve. She whined and complained as he lifted her head up, sticking it through the top, "Olay, give me," he grabbed the toothbrush.
"You're evil for this, Scotty," Georgia said again, rubbing her fists into her eyes. Her head hurt with exhaustion.
"I know," he muttered, going to her desk and searching for a hair band. Scott found one, returning to her and holding it out, "Either you can do it, or I can. Your choice."
Georgia finally blinked her eyes open, glaring up at him. She exhaled deeply, pushing up to throw her legs over the side of her bed. She had on the same pair of jeans from the night prior. Georgia had fallen straight onto her bed to sleep, still decorated by paint and in her night clothes.
"Thanks," she finally grumbled, offering a sleepy smile. Georgia stood up as she twisted her hair into a knot on top of her head, sliding into her shoes, "Remind me again why I'm needed at school?"
"We need to tell Stiles about those things last night," Scott reminded her as they went thumping down the hall.
Georgia frowned. She'd texted and called Stiles countless times with no reply. She was upset he wouldn't even tell her what was wrong, and left her there alone the night prior.
Still, her worry outshined her annoyance.
"I tried to stop him," Willow sent an apologetic glance from where she stood in the entry way with a mug of coffee. Georgia smiled, going over and stealing a quick chug. Willow swatted her upside the head lightly, "Dude!"
"Sorry, love you!" Georgia called as she darted out the house with Scott. Suddenly her face fell flat in realization. Scott raised a brow, confused as they headed for his bike. Georgia sighed, "Is it weird that was the first time I've told Willow I love her?"
