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Isaac sat next Missy as the girl mumbled a song that was vaguely familiar. He plucked grass from the dirt as he glanced awkwardly at the blonde.
Missy stared up at the stars as she thought about her night. Her ruined night. But she couldn't help not care as she listened to Isaac breath heavily, she felt content. Sure she might've made out with some guy she barely knew or liked, then ditched him. Sure she might have gotten some well deserved snark from her best friend. But in that moment all she felt was the breeze hitting her bare legs and the alcohol buzzing in her veins.
A blue Jeep parked outside the cemetery, the tall boy inside exiting quickly and walking towards the two other teens. Isaac jolted up into a standing position and subtly stepped away from the girl who remained on the ground.
Saying Stiles was shocked to receive a text from Isaac Lahey would be an understatement. He was even more baffled when he read the text asking him to come get Missy from the cemetery. Stiles couldn't help the confused look that crossed his face as he approached the scene in front of him. His blonde friend laid on the grass in front of her parents tombstone humming a song, her skirt ridden up to a height that would have been embarrassing if not for the shorts she wore underneath. The girl was wearing a Beacon Hill's lacrosse sweatshirt that he recognized was not his or Scotts. The two boys refused to give her anymore after they would get returned stained and missing some letters.
Stiles slowed his quick walk as he neared the two other teenagers. Glancing wearily between the two he cleared his throat, "Miss, what's up?" He wanted to still be mad at her for ditching him and Scott when they desperately needed her, but looking at her in the situation she was in, he couldn't help but forgive her right away.
Missy sat up in surprise looking at her nearly bald bestfriend, "How'd you get here? This is a private party, sir."
Stiles rolled his eyes, "You're drunk and bothering Lahey. I'm taking you home."
"I'm not bothering him." "She's not bothering me." The two teens said at the same time, as Stiles suspiciously glared at the Lahey boy, who stood awkwardly off to the side, inspecting his own shoes.
"Missy, you're drunk in a cemetery, with a boy you hardly know. Does that sound safe to you?" Stiles tried to reason with the girl.
"I'm not going home," Missy sighed. "It's my weekend off."
Stiles laughed, used to the girl treating her family as though it was a job. "Okay, so where are you going to sleep tonight?"
"Isaac won't let me sleep here, so I guess I'll have to go back to Lydia's," Missy rolled her eyes. "Although I'm sure she took my absence as an excuse to have sex with Jackson on my side of the bed."
Stiles heard Isaac let out a soft chuckle as he himself let out a loud laugh, before he paused, realizing what she said, "You and Lydia.... sleep in the same bed?"
