𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒 ▸ Stiles Stilinski ²

17

seventeen
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They made their way back onto the bus. Coach gave out to Issac a bit but other then that, Coach didn't seem to even care too much.

Brie sat beside Stiles, Allison sat beside Scott and Lydia sat in front of Stiles and Brie.

"All right. Let's go over this one more time," Stiles started as they were piecing together information they knew. "So, it's the sacrifices, right? Everything has to do with them and someone who thinks he's, like, a dark druid of some kind."

"Or actually is a dark druid," Lydia piped in.

"A Darach," Brie added, grabbing Stiles hand gently and playing with his fingers. He didn't mind.

"You know, some ancient cultures sacrifice people in preparation for battle," Lydia told them, looking worried.

"So we got Alpha werewolves and a Nephalem against a dark druid," Stiles gathered.

"An unreliable Nephalem," Brie pointed out. "I don't think I really mix well with dark things. You know, evil energy."

She didn't mention how she can't help in most scenarios. Surely a dark druid is necessary enough that she will be allowed use her powers.

Brie leaned on her boyfriends shoulder. That weird feeling in her stomach still wasn't going away.

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Brie opened her eyes as she felt the bus stop. It was dark outside at this point so they must've been driving for hours, but she fell asleep on Stiles shoulder.

"Where are we?" she asked, her voice still sleepy from sleep.

"No idea," Stiles told her. "Coach says were staying somewhere for the night."

They gathered their bags and got up to leave the bus.

Brie's face dropped once she saw the place they were staying.

The 'Glen Capri'.

"I've seen worse," Scott said, trying to be optimistic, once he too laid eyes on the motel.

"Where have you see worse?" Stiles asked.

"Do you think sleeping on the bus is an option?" Brie asked. "Because I would honestly prefer that."

Coach blew his whistle, getting all the students attention.

"Listen up," he announced. "The meet's been pushed till tomorrow. This is the closest motel with the most vacancies and least amount of good judgment when it comes to accepting a bunch of degenerates like yourselves."

"More like it was the cheapest place he could find," Brie muttered to her two best friends, quiet enough to Coach wouldn't hear.

"You'll be pairing up," Coach went on. "Choose wisely."

People began to take room keys from him in their pairs. "And I'll have no sexual perversions perpetrated by you little deviants. Got that? Keep your dirty little hands to your dirty little selves!"

Stiles took a room key with Brie beside him.

"Hey!" Coach stopped them as they were about to walk away. "I'm talking to you two. That means you two are in separate rooms, okay?"