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𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒐𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒐 𝑳𝒊𝒛𝒛𝒊𝒆'𝒔 𝒅𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒓𝒐𝒐𝒎 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒇𝒍𝒖𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒏 𝒃𝒚 𝒕𝒘𝒐 𝒄𝒓𝒂𝒛𝒚 𝒕𝒆𝒆𝒏𝒂𝒈𝒆 𝒃𝒐𝒚𝒔. They both walked into the classroom and searched through the students for their small friend.
"What the hell? McCall, Stilinski! What- what are you doing?" Coach asked in his usual frantic tone.
"Sorry, Coach." Stiles started. "We just- we were sent to get Lizzie uh no, Elizabeth Brown."
Lizzie lifted her head up from the desk and gave the boys confused looks. Scott smiled at her, and Stiles shook his head, silently asking her not to question anything.
"Elizabeth Brown? And, why do you need her, boys?" Coach persisted, sensing something was not quite right.
"Uh well, you see..." Stiles started but came up with nothing, so, he looked behind him to Scott for help.
"She has a dentist appointment." Scott lied incredibly well all things considered.
"Is that right, Brown, you have a dentist appointment?" Coach directed his question at Lizzie who put on what she hoped was a deceiving mask.
"Yeah. Yes. Yup. Dentist, I gotta go and, you know... have someone look inside my mouth."
Okay, maybe not her best lie but despite Lizzie's awful attempts of convincing the man, he hesitantly allowed her to leave. She gathered her stuff together, silently ushered along by the boys' hardened stares. When she was finally out of the door, Stiles and Scott placed firm holds on her arms and began to drag her down the empty hallway.
"Not that I don't appreciate you breaking me out of detention but like, why?" Lizzie asked them as she was obnoxiously escorted out the door to the front of the school.
"We're going to do some testing." Stiles told her in vagueness and Scott rolled his eyes at the lack of information.
"He means we're going to see what you can really do with those mysterious powers of yours." Scott filled in the gaps and the trio arrived at Stiles' jeep.
Inside the jeep, Taylor Swift was soon demanded to be played and Lizzie was filled on the recent activities that she'd missed. The boys had trialled Scott's anger again, only this time with Allison in mind. That had landed them a detention with Harris. Or, the more important piece of information, Scott had finally admitted his love for Allison.
"Do you not realize how huge this? You love her, you're in love. It's so cute it makes me wanna sleep on the highway." Lizzie chirruped from the backseat; a sour patch kids packet, gifted by Stiles, in her hand.
