RENEGADE | "You wouldn't be the first renegade to need somebody." - Big Red Machine
In which Ainsley Dunbar transfers to a new school and learns secrets about her new friends, her town, and herself.
Teen Wolf
Seasons One to Six
Stiles Stilinski x O...
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"Are we in the clear yet?" ---
"Is it raining outside?" are the first words I'm asked as I set my dance bag down in one of the chairs in Noah's office.
I glance Scott, who's asked the question, and knit my brow. "No . . . ?" I answer slowly, looking toward Stiles and his father, who are also in the room. Turning back to Scott, I tilt my head. "Why?"
Scott pulls a face that's close to a grimace. He shakes his head, shoving his hands into the pockets of his jacket. "Oh, no reason . . . I just—" he cuts himself off but I nod my head slowly, beckoning him to continue. He exhales a bit roughly, jerking his shoulders again. "Uh, your hair is really . . . it's soaked, so I just thought . . . "
Immediately my hand flies to my head, where my blonde hair sits in a tight ballet bun. My scalp is definitely soaked, but with sweat, not water. I roll my eyes and shake my head, gesturing down to the gray cropped top and black athletic shorts I'm wearing underneath my Royal Dance Studio jacket. "I just came from four hours of dance," I tell him as I bring my hand to my hip—the same one that's been bothering me the last few days. "Two hours of ballet training and two hours of jazz training. I'm beat."
Moving my left leg, I start to swing it, cringing at the popping I feel. As I look up at Scott, Stiles, and Noah, I realize that it must not have just been something I could feel, but something they could also hear. I wave my hand at the appalled looks on their faces, shaking my head. "I'm fine," I assure them quickly. "Honestly, a little hip-popping is nothing compared to some of the other injuries my friends have."
"It didn't sound fine," Noah remarks as he messes with his tie. He's out of uniform for the night, which is strange considering I think I've really only ever seen him in it. He turns to Stiles. "Go get her an ice pack from the break room."
I shake my head again. "Really, it's—"
Noah ignores me, nodding to Stiles. "Ice pack," he reiterates firmly.
Stiles gives me an apologetic look as he walks over toward the door of the office, stopping first to kiss my forehead before he leaves the room. I take the opportunity to just sit down on the floor, extending my left leg out, setting my upper body weight onto my right hand. Noah is still messing around with his tie and I frown curiously. Stiles had told me that he wanted me to come to the station to help him get his father ready for a date, which would be his first date in years.
I'm relieved to see that Stiles is taking this well. Just a few days ago, he was understandably shaken and upset at the prospect of his father moving on completely from his mother. I would never say it to anyone, but I'm honored that Stiles wanted me to be here for this.
It may not seem like a big deal, but to see it all happen is pretty cool.
However, I can still see Noah fussing with his tie. There's no mirror in the office, so he's probably having trouble making it look right because he can't see it. From the floor, I pipe up, "Hey, Noah. I have a handheld mirror in my bag, if you want."
