chapter eight: raving

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"So, you're telling me that you followed Jackson to a gay night club, stopped him from attacking Danny, knocked Jackson out, told your dad you were gay, stole a prison transport van, tried to convince Jackson he had a tail, let Jackson escape to t...

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"So, you're telling me that you followed Jackson to a gay night club, stopped him from attacking Danny, knocked Jackson out, told your dad you were gay, stole a prison transport van, tried to convince Jackson he had a tail, let Jackson escape to the Sheriff station, got a restraining order, broke said restraining order, got detention, saved Erica's life, and started working with Derek's pack all in the span of five days," I repeated the shit ton of information they unloaded on me with a tone of disbelief, my beige dusted eyelids lifting as my eyebrows rose a little.

"Don't forget that we found out the Kanima is being controlled," Stiles added making my eyebrows rise even further. "But yeah, pretty much."

"Stiles, you literally ignored the one thing I told you to do."

"It was just 'Stiles, no'!" He protested, his voice high-pitched as the three of us walked in the direction of the school, the warm sun beating down on us and validating my decision to wear a white tank top and ripped jeans.

"And you should've listened!" I argued back before spinning to face them expertly in my nude heels, stopping them from walking further. "Hang on, why did you guys steal a prison transport van instead of using the basement of the Hale House? Derek doesn't live there anymore so nobody would've noticed."

As if in a horror movie, Scott moved his head to face Stiles painstakingly slow with a harsh glare directed at him while Stiles had a sheepish grin on his face as if to say, 'oops.'

"And throughout all of that, you guys didn't get tickets to the rave?"

"There's got to be some other way to get tickets, right?" Scott asked us as I moved back to stand on the other side of him, continuing our walk towards the school

"It's a secret show — there's only one way, and it's a secret."

"Hey... either of you guys know why no one's getting suspended after what happened the other day at school?" Matt's voice popped into the conversation as he fell into stride with us, standing on the opposite end of where I was.

"Just forget about it. Nobody got hurt," Stiles dismissed, evasively.

"I-I had a concussion," Matt frowned, offended by Stiles' cavalier tone.

"Well, no one got seriously hurt."

"I was in the ER for six hours!"

"Hey, do you want to know the truth, Matt?" Stiles snapped, whirling around to face Matt. "Your little bump on the head is about this high on our list of problems right now."

As he was speaking, Stiles crouched down on the floor, his hand hovering just a couple of inches above the concrete sidewalk.

Rolling my eyes a little, I roughly yanked Stiles up before turning towards Matt and trying the more sincere approach, "are you okay?"

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