(slow updates) Beautiful Mistakes || S. Stilinski •

19 ❦

"What was that about?" Stiles asked me as he walked over.

"Lydia invited me to a party Jackson is having. And she thought that Scott and Allison were hooking up in the locker room," I shrugged.

"No, Scott was wolfing out. He's probably tearing Allison to shreds. Oh god," Stiles' happiness turned to horror as we both began sprinting to the locker room.

"Scott, you scared me," Allison's calm voice said as we entered the locker room quietly. "Scott?"

I watched as Scott turned around and made up some shitty excuse about his adrenaline.

Then they started making out and Stiles and I looked at each other awkwardly. I took a small glance at his lips before turning around to face the wall.

"This is awkward," I whispered.

"Hi Stiles, Hi Elise," Allison greeted as she walked out of the locker room flustered.

I waited until Allison's footsteps faded to approach Scott.

"Congrats, you didn't kill her," Stiles said.

"Were you guys watching?" Scott asked as he laughed nervously.

"Only the part where you were sucking her face off," I replied.

"Okay, save me the details," Scott winced.

We all looked at each other before I decided to speak up. "I'm going to a party," I said excitedly. "Lydia and Jackson invited me. He was being surprisingly nice."

"Jackson was nice? To you?" Scott asked, surprised.

"Yeah, why is it so shocking?"

"He thinks I'm on steroids or something. And he thinks you're selling them to me since you always mention Derek," Scott confessed.

"He thinks I'm your dealer?" I laughed. "I think he wants to sleep with me more than anything. He smells like lust all the damn time and it's absolutely infuriating."

A look of betrayal flashed across Stiles' face. "You should stay home. You could say you were sick or something," Stiles suggested.

The rest of the lacrosse players slowly started to walk into the locker room.

"I need to drive Isaac home anyway," I said as I slowly became surrounded by shirtless, smelly and sweaty guys.

"Bye Elise," Stiles said.

I walked outside the locker room and was pushed up against the wall immediately.

"Hello there," Jackson greeted in a low whisper. I opened my mouth to scream but nothing came out. He cupped his hand over my mouth and dragged me into the coach's office. "You're going to tell me what Scott's on and you're going to get me some."

My body was pressed against the desk.

"I didn't give him anything," I replied. My voice was shaky and my eyes were watery.

"I sure as hell know that's a lie. I know Derek Hale is getting you drugs to sell and I know Scott is buying them. There's no way in hell Scott McCall can do a backflip over three players and land perfectly without stumbling. Now tell me or I'll..." His voice trailed off. He looked lost for a moment.

"Do what? I think you're just jealous because now Lydia clearly wants Scott more than you. I mean, who would want a limp dick shithead for a boyfriend anyway," I said snarkily.

"Oh, You little..." He raised his fist to punch me but in one swift movement, I pushed him against the desk and werewolf claws rose from my fingers. They sunk into the back of his neck and he hit his head on the hard surface as I took off at a sprint to the parking lot.

The claws retracted and I could feel the blood drying on them as I got to the car.

Isaac was waiting there for me and I unlocked the car and we both jumped in. I started the car and drove away just as Jackson stumbled out into the parking lot.

"What the hell happened?" Isaac asked.

"Jackson, he... he," I couldn't get any words out and drove faster than necessary to Isaac's house.

I parked outside and just sat there for a few minutes.

"Can you tell me what happened, Elise?" Isaac asked, clearly panicked.

"He thinks I'm some sort of druggie who's giving Scott steroids so he can steal Lydia or some shit. It was terrifying," I said, feeling tears roll down my cheek.

Isaac got angry next to me. "Next time I see him, I will fight him," He said loudly. He was seething with anger and looked almost feral.

"It's just a misunderstanding. I'm used to the threats," I told him, grabbing his wrist. A wave of blue wiggled out from under my skin and into his arm.

I stared at it. "Did you see that?" I asked, amazed.

"Yeah." Isaac and I locked eyes. "I feel calm now. Did you do that?"

"I think so. I just didn't want you to be mad anymore," I whispered in wonder.

We stared at each other and looked at the blue light shining in Isaac's arm.

"I'm gonna go inside now," Isaac whispered. "I'll see you monday."

"Bye," I replied.

I drove back home and pulled into the driveway. Stiles' jeep was parked outside under the streetlight and he hopped out when he saw me.

"Elise, my dad got a call. Derek is innocent," He said as I walked over to him.

"Okay, and?" I asked.

"I'm sorry, okay? Scott and I weren't thinking when we called the police. We just wanted Beacon Hills safe."

"So you thought that getting my cousin arrested was better than asking him what he was doing?"

"Maybe," Stiles looked down. His eyes landed on my hand. "What happened to you?" He said, approaching me. He lifted my left wrist and I saw a dark purple bruise around it. "Who did this?"

"Please, I've had enough. I already went through this with Isaac," I said, pulling away from him.

"Isaac did this?" Stiles asked, mortified.

"No Stiles," I yelled. "Jackson did."

Stiles' face twisted for a moment before he let out a large sigh.

"Did he hurt you badly?" He asked softly.

"Just scared me more than anything. Scott was right. He does think I'm a dealer of some kind," I sighed and leaned against my car.

"Do you want to come over tomorrow?" Stiles asked. "My dad is working a double shift and I had nothing planned."

"Lydia and Allison want to take me shopping tomorrow. I can come over after though," I compromised.

"Yeah, sure," He grinned.

The light in my house went on and I saw my mom open the front door.

"I should go," I said, waving goodbye to him.

"See you tomorrow then," Stiles waved and grinned.

I walked up the front steps and into the house.

"Who was that?" My mom asked.

"Stiles Stilinski," I replied nonchalantly.

"He seems nice," My mom smiled, trying to see my reaction.

"Yeah, yeah he is."