Trust

Chapter 2

Stiles POV

Did anyone ever tell me how boring airplanes were? Noooo, and now. I'm sitting in an airplane, me! The fidgety, spaz. I can't sit still and I have a hunch that Chris wants to kill me. That or punch me until my lights turn off if you know what I mean.

Argent and I had to go to an entirely different airport. And my hour of sleep only helped a little. Chris had this thing, this pass that made it so he could have his weapons on board. But I couldn't have mine, so they confiscated my backpack, they said that I'll get it back once the ride is over but honestly, I'm freaking out.

Anyone who knows me knows I can't sit still for more than a minute. This plane ride is 12 freaking hours long! I'm pretty sure that the flight attendant also wants to kill me. See here's how our conversations go.

"Hey what can I get for ya?"

"Um, nothing. How much longer?"

"Well, like the last 12 times you asked me more than 11 hours."

Well, the thing is that she counts, and right now we aren't even an hour in and I'm pretty sure I've asked 46 or 47 times. A while ago she stopped coming over here. What sucks is that I actually want some peanuts now.

I've gone to the bathroom 3 times, just for something to do. Biting my lip has done nothing but make my lip bleed. I already raided Chris's on-the-road bag. If I didn't know this guy was a werewolf hunter, then I would've thought he was the most boring man on earth.

You know that saying, you can tell a lot about a lady from her purse? That saying means nothing when it comes to men. Well actually if you looked at mine I'm pretty sure you'd know me just fine. But the guy has literally nothing in his bag except some books... Well, he used to have candy bars but... not anymore...

Right now I am currently staring out the window. Forehead on the glass, staring at nothingness. Honestly being kidnapped would've been a lot more exciting than this.

I don't think I've moved in the last 2 hours, but you know it's only been 6 so what do I know. Chris touched my shoulder and when I looked back he just looked relieved and shook his head. I'm pretty sure he thought I was dead. I've never sat this still before in my life and once we get off I plan on never going on an airplane again.

Well except on the way back, but I expect that he'll knock me unconscious so we don't have to go through this again. I would ask him now except that would probably look suspicious.

If it's possible to die from boredom that's what's going to be on my headstone.

Stiles Stilinski couldn't sit still and it killed him.

My mind drifted to this supernatural gang... The Praetorian. I had a bad feeling that the reason they wanted me had something to do with the Nogitsune.

Why was Scott even involved with these people? Why was any of the pack?

Chris was asleep next to me. And we still had a while to go, so I got in a semi-comfortable position and fell asleep.

Which in hindsight wasn't the best thing I could've done.

Malia POV

So I'm on the plane right now. Stiles had just fallen asleep. I hated that we had to do this. Why couldn't Scott just let him be?

I motioned to another member of our gang. I was supposed to tell him when they were both out. He got up and grabbed Chris's hand.

His thing is he can control emotions. Or feelings. He can make someone feel like they are dying without any actual damage. Well, physical. He can also make it so they don't feel anything. Their body goes numb. That's what he was doing now.