Arrows To Ashes ➳ Stiles Stilinski [4]

Road Trip

"Mexico?" Dad repeated.

"Mexico," I confirmed with a nod.

"The Mexico?" He asked once more. "Mexico in North America?"

"Wow Dad your geography is really improving," I grinned but once he glared I had no expression.

"You are not going to Mexico!" He attempted to keep his voice as low as he could.

"Wha–I am so going to Mexico!" I exclaimed. "Scott's there. Scott needs help. My best friend forever Scott. You know the kid I grew up with."

"This is ridiculous I am not letting my daughter put her life in danger because of a vision," Dad sounded infuriated. 

"He has a third eye!" I corrected. Poor Mr. Third eye.
Can't even get his name right. "Dad I'm telling you I have to go. I can take care of myself."

"You are not going to Mexico," dad pointed to me. He's pointing now which means he's serious.

"Stiles gets to go!" I pointed to Sheriff's office. Ha using my finger should make me look more serious.

It doesn't.

"I'm sure Noah is saying the same thing as I am right now," Dad sighed taking a seat at his desk. "It's settled. You're not going to Mexico."

I am so going to Mexico.

I growled lowly and stormed into the Sheriff's office. Dad followed behind me so I didn't get to slam the door once I made my entry.

"This is ridiculous!" I yelled as soon as I walked in. "Scott and Kira are in Mexico. We are going!"

"I am going!" Stiles agreed. Wait a second.

"Hah! We," I corrected and turned my attention to Stiles. "We. Right. Us?"

"You need to stay here Sky. What if something goes wrong or–"

"Stiles. If you don't let me come on this trip I will make sure you endure a mass amount of pain that even Peter Hale couldn't handle."

I stared straight into his deep honey brown eyes. That's right, I wasn't backing down.

Stiles coughed and placed his hands on his torso only to turn back to Dad and Sheriff. "We're going to Mexico."

I nodded with a grin. That's right. We are.

"And you two can't do anything about it!" I laughed and Stiles and I high-fived each other.

Take that parental control.

They both stood there and looked at us as if we were immature and ridiculous kids.

You could potentially say that.

"Listen, kids," the Sheriff sighed rubbing his temples. Even if Deaton is right about this the best thing to do is to go through the proper channels–"

Is he being serious right now?

Stiles attempted to interrupt."Dad–"