lost soul [teen wolf]

[chapter eleven] forever forgetting you

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A week and a few days had passed since the events at the school had taken place and a lot had happened. Aires was finally released from the hospital after a very eventful stay. Scott and Allison had broken up, Jackson was already moving onto Allison, despite still being with Lydia and then there was Stiles. The boy who was with her day after day from the very minute visiting time started to the very end when he was practically thrown from the room by Melissa.

Stiles was always there.

There had been no word from Derek, no knowing if he was alive or dead. And whilst Aires was furious at Scott and Stiles for their lies, she couldn't push them away anymore.

They were all that she had left.

By the time Sunday night rolled around, Stiles was dragging the two supernatural teenagers through the woods. With a scowl, Aires hugged her arms closer to her body, trying to warm herself up whilst Scott was sulking. The girl had just been released from the hospital a few hours before and had to beg Melissa to let her 'stay over' Stiles' house. The only reason she was allowed was because Scott was also going. But instead of staying inside, the two were being tugged like rag dolls through the woods by their overly energetic best friend.

Sensing how slow the two were walking, Stiles quickly spun around and gripped the blonde's hand, forcing her to pick up her pace. "Oh come on Aires! You love the woods! And you love Scott, which is why we are here."

She did love the woods, once.

The girl shot daggers at Stiles' head, scaring him off and making him release his grip on her hand. "I just got out a few hours ago, the last thing I want to do is trek through the woods with you dumbasses." She hissed with a roll of her eyes.

In all honesty, Aires just wanted to go home. She wanted to be in her own bed and sleep for however long her body would let her.

She just wanted a break.

"She's right you know, it's not safe to be out here AND it's not fair to make her come with us. You know why." Stiles mumbled with a shake of her head.

She had barely recovered, still suffering from the trauma and injuries that happened on the night of the school. And to top things off, Derek had been radio silent.

No calls, no texts, no signs he was even alive.

Minutes had passed as the trio walked in silence until finally Aires asked the question that both she and Scott were dying to know the answer to. "Where exactly are we going?"

"You'll see, we're almost there." Stiles exclaimed.

Suddenly, the three came to a stop at a large rock, the Hale girl could feel her blood boiling as rage grew rapidly inside of her as she stared at the rock. Her jaw was clenched shut to stop herself from snapping at the boy, whilst her hands were held in tight fists by her side.

He had dragged her through miles, in the cold, all for a stupid rock.

"When your bestfriend gets dumped-"

"I DIDN'T GET DUMPED. We're on a break."

"Sure, Scotty." Aires mumbled.

"Well, when your best friend gets told by his girlfriend that they're taking a break, you get your best friend drunk." The Stilinski boy stood with a huge smile on his face, holding up two bottles of alcohol, whiskey and vodka.

With a roll of her eyes, Aires strutted past Stiles and snatched the bottle of vodka out of his hands, popping off the lid and beginning to gulp it down in one swift movement. She ignored the burn in the back of her throat as she continued to chug the liquid.