UNBREAKABLE // teen wolf

Chapter 32

I got tired waiting, wondering if you were ever coming around.

I was humming 'love story' by Taylor swift as it belts through my earphones. I'm still sat against the lockers but Isaac went back to class.
So, I have no phone but luckily have my Ipod still. No more creepy messages. My eyes are closed and I'm enjoying my alone time.
That was until someone pulled my earphone out.

My eyes snapped open and I was ready to shout at them. I'm not shouting at them, it's Scott and Stiles.
I quickly pause my music and stand up.

"Hi there." I awkwardly wave.
I look at Scott. Has he had a shower?
I look him over, his pants are piss wet through and top getting a bit wet.

"What happened to you?" I snorted out a laugh. Stiles smiles but Scott gives me a blank look, making it more funny.
After a few minutes I finally calm down and stand up, gathering everything in my arms.

"Okay, really. What happened?" I asked seriously. "You shower with your clothes on? Of course you did."
Before they could say anything I turned around and started walking down the hall.

"Where are you going?" Stiles called after me. I stopped and groaned, throwing my head back.
I turned around, arms still full and looked at them.

"Getting you some clean clothes. Are you coming?" They both turned to each other and talked for a few seconds before turning back. Stiles nodded and started walking towards me like a normal person but Scott waddled.

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"Where did you even get these from?"
Stiles asked picking through the duffle filled with clothes. We are in the boys changing room. I had a bag of my brothers old clothes, I was supposed to throw them but I collected them and was gonna donate them, or give them to homeless people who need warmth.

"They were my brothers. He wanted me to throw them out because he grew out of them but I didn't." I shrugged, watching him scavenger through the fabric.
He stopped going through it and started picking something up.
He flipped it towards me and I sorted.
It was a white top with fake muscles on.

"I know I haven't formally met your brother, but when I look at him, this is what I'm gonna imagine. This doesn't even look like something he'd wear." Stiles scoffed.

"Her brother wouldn't wear what?" Scott questioned walking from behind the lockers pulling his shirt fully down. He picked out some simple blue jeans and a striped shirt. Not bad.
He looked up just as Stiles flipped the shirt to him.
Scott stopped walking and just stared.

"You think it would suit me? I think it does." Stiles nodded, pressing the top to his chest. I dropped my head in my hands and started laughing.

What is wrong with this kid?
"Stop messing around Stiles." Scott scoffed. I peak through my fingers and look between both the boys.
Scott looks frustrated and Stiles looks hurt.

"Sour wolf." Me and Stiles say at the same time.
Scott looks between both of us with a stern glare.
What's up his ass?
He just scoffs and picks his bag up, walking out of the changing rooms.

Stiles sighs in frustration and throws himself on the bench behind him.
Well, tried, he missed and fell on the floor.
He whined like a baby and crossed his arms while I was trying to keep my laughter at bay. 

"I seriously don't know what's wrong with him. I think it's the full moon."
Stiles mutters angrily.

"It's called heartbreak, Stiles. And it doesn't help that he's a teen wolf with full moon problems." I shrug standing up, slipping my bag over my shoulder.
I walk closer to him and start zipping the duffle back up, throwing the muscle shirt back in.