"life was a willow and it bent right to your wind. head on the pillow, i could feel you sneakin' in."
gracella has one task. one. befriend stiles stilinski, use him to threaten scott mccall. but she doesn't know how persuasive he can be with those h...
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"i need to know, im sorry."
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"Class starts in five minutes," Coach said into his megaphone the next day. "Just because there's no power don't expect there to be no school."
Grace had ridden to school with Lydia that day and was walking the halls with her before the redhead caught sight of Stiles. Lydia grinned maliciously at her and left her next to the boy.
Lydia wanted the two together so bad, it hurt to watch. She was rooting for them unlike any other. She understood Stiles' position of being with someone from the alpha pack who was out to kill them not very long ago because she was with Aiden, but Grace was a lot more sane than her werewolf. She was level-headed, and kept him grounded. She was perfect for him, and she needed him to see that sooner rather than later.
Grace had already seen it. The blonde told Lydia and Allison all about the 'you make me happy' conversation she had with Stiles only a couple of days before. If Grace didn't know she had a crush on Stiles and was damn-near in love with him, Lydia would make her see it in no time.
"That was a triple negative. Very impressive, Coach," Stiles told the older man.
"Copy that," He said from further down the hall.
He knocked his keys out of his locker and bent down to pick them up, but Grace already popped up from the ground, keys in hand, a bright smile forming on her face.
"Thanks," He looked at her, his smile morphing to match hers. He took a weird look at his keys and picked out a silver key. "Hello, where did you come from?"
"You don't know where a key that you own came from?" She chuckled.
"It's probably just something I forgot I put on there," He waved off as Scott entered through the double doors. He put a hand up in greeting toward Scott, but the alpha wasn't paying attention, just looking at Kira.
Grace followed his gaze and saw her at the receiving end. She smirked and walked over, looping his arm through hers.
"Ah, young love," Grace teased him as Kira started walking away to her locker. Scott was about to untangle their arms and chase after her, but Stiles put a hand on his chest.
"No, no. Stop," Stiles stood him, watching Kira carefully.
"What?" Scott asked him. "I need to talk to her."
"No," Stiles disagreed. "You need to remember someone left a coded message telling Barrow to kill her."
"Which is why I need to talk to her," Scott argued.
