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The night before school, Stiles Stilinski and Scott McCall was seen walking nearby the school, Scott following after Stiles, in a confused and nervous state.
"Where are we going?" Scott asked curiously.
"You'll see." Stiles states.
Scott then continued following Stiles, then found his self looking around at the area they were in.
Lacrosse field.
Stiles then sat down in the field, Scott nervously looking around, following his actions.
"We shouldn't really be out here, since my mom's in a constant freak-out state after what happened at the school." Scott nervously states.
"Well, your mom isn't the Sheriff, okay? There's no comparison, trust me." Stiles sassed, scoffing out.
"Can you at least tell me what we're doing out here?" Scott sighed out.
"Well, you obviously feel guilty for lying couple nights ago, especially since you did shove Derek, who, by the way wasn't dead to begin with, thanks for the information Ms. teen-witch..." Stiles trailed off.
"So, just trying to distract you... we're gonna get drunk." Stiles happily says, pulling out a bottle of Jack Daniel's.
Stiles seemed to be completely wasted, whilst Scott just looked the same, it's like he wasn't feeling anything at all.
"There's many fish in the sea..." Stiles blabbed.
Scott frowned his brows at Stiles in confusion. "What?"
"I was just- you know, thinking, has there ever been girl that you wished would look like your way, but never did, i mean, you were always there, but, never once, has you ever crossed her mind?" Stiles rambled drunkenly.
"Like Lydia? You talking about her?" Scott questioned.
Stiles had soon forgotten what he said, then looked at Scott impressed.
"Yeah...how'd you know?" Stiles asked surprised.
"But, you...you're in the same boat, aren't you? Boat's kinda rocky, isn't it?" Stiles grinned, confusing the Beta even more.
"What?" Scott asked confused.
"Come on, i'm your best friend." Stiles gave him a look.
Scott then sighed out. "5'5, tan-skinned, latina, short raven hair, mysterious dark orbs, her specialty is ice, loves dark blue, whilst her sister's into purple."
"You seem like you really know a lot about her."
"Well, we talk." Scott shrugged.
"Yeah, well, do you also talk about the fact that she's dating a potential Huntress?" Stiles reminded.
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At the Argent's house, Allison was seen sitting on her bed, Sabrina just going through the girl's stuff that was on the dresser.
"I just don't understand, if you didn't sent that text, why'd it come from your phone?" Allison pondered.
Sabrina then held an object in her hands, turning to look at Allison, walking towards her, standing in front of her legs.
Sabrina then scoffed. "I'm not creepy, that i would text you to meet me at school, during night hours."
Sabrina then slowly climbed on her lap, making herself comfortable. "Now...stop moving."
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WITCHES IN BEACON HILLS, TEEN WOLF
Fanfiction'they're not werewolves, then what the hell are they?' a raven haired man pondered as he stared at two teens from afar. a buzzcut teen then teasingly replied, not realizing how true it was. 'maybe they're witches, you know, with the whole mumbo jumb...
