「MALICIOUS THOUGHTS」In the thrilling universe of Teen Wolf, Lucia Stock, a young woman grappling with the aftermath of a toxic relationship. After a painful breakup, Lucia spirals into a deep depression, feeling lost and alone. Just when she believe...
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tw: swearing
𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐓𝐓 is dragged as soon as his locker is shut and locked. The source of the individual is nonother than Stiles Stilinski. "Hey, come here."
"What?"
Stiles pulls Scott behind a wall peering around the corner to look at his dad and two others, one being the principal and the other being another officer, "Come here. Tell me what they're saying."
Scott looks toward them, trying to focus in on their conversation. He stays silent for a second until his best friend speaks up, "Can you hear 'em?" He shushes him to be quiet in need of pure silence to concentrate.
Sheriff Stilinski is the first one to speak up, "I want everyone under the age of 18 to be in their home by 9:30 p.m.", he commands the principal, "We'd like to institute the curfew, effective immediately."
Scott dims out the rest of their conversation before speaking up, "Curfew, because of the body."
"Unbelievable.", Stiles exclaims. "My dad's out looking for a rabid animal while the jerk-off who actually killed the girl is just hangin' out, doing whatever he wants."
"Well, you can't exactly tell your dad the truth about Derek."
"I can do something."
"Like what?"
"Find the other half of the body.", Stiles says, walking away before Scott can protest against him.
"Are you kidding?"
Stiles blocks out his voice, marching away as fast as possible. Not looking in front of him, he collides into someone's back, "Ah-sorry, my bad, you-you okay?", he fumbles over his words.
The person turns around and she is shocked to see it is Stiles who rammed into her. "Stalker."
"Oh, hey! My bad. Didn't mean to-uhm- y'know-"
She cuts him off, "I know, I know. What you doin', running around the hallway like Cinderella before the clock strikes midnight?"
"I-uh-don't know, -you-you wanna hang out with me?", he asks nervously.
She doesn't move a muscle. She just stands there with a smug look on her face. "Like a date?"
"Oh! N-no, like-uh a hangout. Me, you, and Scott."
