After all, I'd like for you and I to go romancing. Say the word your wish is my command.
Book 1/2
[All rights go to Jeff Davis and MTV, I don't own any characters/content that arent my own]
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Olive stood next to Stiles in gym class, waiting to climb the wall but Scott and Allison were taking their sweet time. She didn't mind though, she was too busy thinking about how Derek was technically harboring a fugitive.
"So for next time maybe we could- Olive are you even listening?" She was ripped from her thoughts by Stiles who apparently had been speaking this entire time.
"What? Sorry," She said, giving him a small smile and he just rolled his eyes.
"I was saying, for the next full moon we could chain you up or-"
"Wait what?" She furrowed her eyebrows, looking over at him with her arms crossed.
"For the next full moon, we could-"
"No I heard what you said, it's just that Derek has a plan, you don't have to worry about me," She smiled, patting him on the shoulder and Stiles nodded.
"Oh but I thought-"
"Stiles, Derek is my alpha, I got this."
"Stilinski, Erica, you're up!" Coach yelled as Stiles strapped into the harness with another girl in their class. Erica Reyes.
They both started climbing the wall, Stiles breezing past her as she stopped, barely 3 feet off the ground.
Stiles jumped down, celebrating his victory as Erica began to hyperventilate. Everyone gathered around to see what was happening.
"What is it? Dizzy? Is it vertigo?" Coach called up to her but she didn't answer.
"Vertigo is a dysfunction of the vestibular system of the inner ear, she's just freaking out," Lydia snickered, sounding like she was speaking out of a dictionary. Coach looked down to her and then back up at Erica.
"Coach maybe this isn't a good idea, you know she's epileptic," Allison spoke up, catching Olive's ear. She hadn't been as successful as she wanted to be in scouting new pack members but Erica could be perfect.
"Why doesn't anyone tell me these things? Erica, you're fine, just kick off the wall there's a mat here to catch you!" Coach yelled up to her and she did so, falling onto the mat crying.
Olive whipped out her phone texting Derek the name "Erica Reyes" to which he responded with a thumbs-up emoji. Olive shoved her phone back in the pocket of her shorts as Coach dismissed the class.
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As they were all in their respective locker rooms getting changed, Olive felt off. She couldn't shake this anxious feeling in the pit of her stomach, like something bad was about to happen. She was snapped out of her thoughts by Coach shouting something about the playbook to her. She made her way into his office, plopping into her seat and leaning over the book.
