𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒 ▸ Stiles Stilinski ²

16

sixteen
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Some time had past and they were still stuck in traffic. People were beginning to get agitated.

Mostly just Coach though.

"Jared, I'm warning you. I'm an empathetic vomiter. You throw up, I'm gonna throw up right back on you. And it will be profoundly disgusting."

"Please don't talk about throwing up," Jared begged, looking like she was gonna throw up any second. "It's not good."

"I might throw up on you just to make a point, Jared," Coach went on, ignoring the boys pleas.

"It's not good. It's not good."

Coach turned to address the rest of the bus. "Now the rest of you, don't think we're gonna miss this meet because of a slight traffic jam, or a minor tornado warning, Jared. We're gonna make this thing. Nothing is gonna stop us. Stilinski, put your hand down."

Stiles ignored him, continuing with what he was gonna say anyway. "You know, there's, like, a food exit about half a mile up. I don't know if we stop and then maybe traffic..."

Coach didn't even let him finish. "We're not gonna stop."

"Okay, but if we stop.."

"Stilinski!" he shouted, blowing his whistle loudly. "Shut it! Seriously! It's a little bus! Stop asking me questions!"

Stiles gave up, leaning back into his chair. "I hate him."

"What did you expect? It's Coach," Brie said, letting out a long sigh.

"Did you call Deaton?" Stiles turned to Scott, who was leaning up against the window, exhausted.

"I keep getting his voice mail."

"Call Lydia and Allison," Brie said, turning to Stiles.

"How are they gonna help, back in Beacon Hills?" Scott asked the girl while Stiles looked at her suspiciously.

"They're following us, aren't they?" Stiles guessed.

"They've been following us for hours," Brie told them with a shrug. "I promised I wouldn't tell you guys. Girl code."

"I knew it!" Stiles exclaimed, taking his phone out. "Pathetic."

"Hey!" Brie gave him a look.

After the quick phone call, Allison told Stiles to try 'reason' with Coach and get him to pull over, much to his annoyance.

"This is impossible," Stiles muttered once he hung up the phone.

"I don't know. You are pretty good at annoying people until you get what you want," Brie teased, smirking at her boyfriend.

Stiles gave her a dirty look before getting up to face the man.

"Coach, it's five minutes for a bathroom break, okay? We've been on this thing for, like, three hours.."

Coach blew his whistle loudly in his face.

Stiles tried again. "It's 60 miles to the next rest stop..."

Whistle, yet again.

"Being cooped up for hours is not good.."

Whistle.

"You know, our bladders aren't exactly.."

Whistle.

"Coach, this is..."

Whistle.

"Can you.."

Whistle. He wasn't even let him get a single word in anymore. He just kept blowing his whistle whenever the Stilinski boy opened his mouth. Brie could see how annoyed Stiles was getting.