𝗖𝗹𝗮𝗶𝗿𝘃𝗼𝘆𝗮𝗻𝘁

Keep Control

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Stiles and I lean up against the cold walls and watch as students leave the classroom, waiting for Scott. When Stiles' sees him pop out of the door frame, he joins along besides Scott, matching his walking pace. I do the same, moving to the opposite side.

"It's her." Stiles says.

"What do you mean?" Scott asks, cocking an eyebrow at as, accompanied with a head tilt.

"It's Allison. Remember what you told me about the night of the full moon? You were thinking about her, right? About protecting her."

"Okay..." Scott looks uncertain at the point Stiles is trying to make.

"Remember the night of the first lacrosse game? You said you could hear her voice out on the field." Stiles continues, throwing his hands around in circles while trying to explain.

"Yeah, I did..." Scott is softly nodding, still not catching on.

"Well, so that's what brought you back so you could score." I add, taking Stiles' place in the conversation. "And then, after the game, in the locker room, you didn't try to kill her - even though you almost did kill me in the locker room that one time, because I'm not her."

"She brings you back, is what we're saying."

Scott shakes his head, "No, no, no, but that's not always true. Because literally every time I'm kissing her - or touching her -"

"No. That's not the same." I interrupt, "when you're doing that, you're just another hormonal teenager... thinking about sex, you know?"

Scott nods and starts to space off.

"You're thinking about sex right now, aren't you?"

"Yeah...sorry."

Stiles sighs, "That's fine. Look, back in the classroom, when she was holding your hand, that was different, okay? I don't think she makes you weak. I-I think she actually gives you control. She's kind of like an anchor."

"You mean, because I love her?"

I gasp and put my hands over my chest dramatically. "How romantic!"

Stiles is unfazed. "Exactly."

"...did I just say that?" Scott has stopped in the middle of the hall, and looks a little like he's about to pass out. I start grounding my feet just incase I have to catch a limp body in my hands.

"Yes, you just said that."

"This is so cute." I lean over to Stiles and whisper, and he just rolls his eyes.

"I love her." Scott repeats, forming a large smile on his face. "So...you have to love someone for them to be your anchor?"

"Precisely." Stiles says.

"Wait, but I've been able to gain control more often then Scott, so who's my anchor?" I start rethinking all of the times I gained control, placing myself back in the situations, thinking of who I was with.

"Well, okay...when was the first time you actually remember stopping yourself from shifting?" Scott has pulled us closer to the lockers to stop us from blocking the walkway.

"Um..." I chew on my bottom lip for a second, before gasping and pointing up my finger. "Oh! The time Stiles brought wolfsbane in the car."

Stiles awkwardly chuckles, "yeah, still sorry about that by the way."

"Okay, and I was already fully running through the woods, but something brought you back. Maybe it doesn't have to be a person. Was the radio on? we're u holding a necklace?"

"Actually, no. Stiles sat down next to me and gave me an inhaler so I'd be able to breath." I say, nodding at my statement.

"Well, maybe that time didn't count since it seems the inhaler brought you back." Scott has placed his backpack on the ground and gotten comfortable leaning against the wall, his arms crossed. "What about today? I could hear your heartbeat, I almost got up and had to escort werewolf-Maeve out of the school. How did you stop that?"

"Well I was about to shift and then Stiles came in and gave me a hug. And told me to breath because I wasn't breathing."

Stiles proudly nods and smirks, as if he were saying 'yeah, I did that.'

"Well, it's pretty obvious what your anchor is, Maeve." Scott stares at us for a second, hoping one of us would figure it out.

"Breathing exercises?" Stiles asks.

"Stiles." Scott says.

"Yeah?" Stiles responds, thinking Scott is trying to get his attention.

I'm under the same impression as the gullible boy besides me, twisting my face in confusion.

"No, your anchor is Stiles."

"Very funny." I say, laughing. "What is it, really?"

"It is Stiles. It's so painfully obvious."

"So..." the smirk creeps back onto Stiles' face, "Maeve loves me is what I'm hearing?"

"Haha, simply hilarious, now let's move on with the subject, yeah?" I rapidly push my hair out of my face and smile. "We need to figure out more ideas for us to learn to control. Stiles? Any ideas?"

"I'm actually still wanting to talk about the -"

I throw my hand over his mouth. "Nope! We need ideas, times is of the essence young man! chop chop, hurry up!"

"Why are you talking like that?" Scott asks, a look of something close to disgust on his face.

"It's my 'in charge' voice! I've actually been working pretty hard on it."

"Well, it's horrible. Anyways, It looks like it works, because Stiles has that dreaded 'I have an idea' look right now." Scott points, and I look to my right to see a small smile forming on the corner of his lips.

"Is this idea gonna get us in trouble?" I ask, hoping for an answer I know I won't get.

"Maybe."

"Is this idea gonna cause us physical pain?" Scott's expressions match mine, pure concern and terror.

"Yeah, definitely. Come on!" Stiles grabs onto us and starts dragging our fighting bodies out fo the school.

"For someone who can barely lift a ten pound weight, you're really strong sometimes!"

"When creativity strikes, I'm not letting you two lazy asses ruin it for me because you took more than three hours to walk down the hall." He smiles back at us before looking back forward, and speeding up.

Scott and I look at each other and wince. "This is gonna hurt like hell isn't it?"

"Absolutely."

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