Safety 》Liam Dunbar

01; Sleepover

Apparently I'm going to do a disclaimer, here I go: I do not own Teen Wolf, I only own Caroline and some other characters. Jeff Davis is the man who owns and created Teen Wolf. Jeff Davis is a puppet master who plays with my emotions so good he deserves his own character and own plot on American Horror Story. But hey, at least he casted Cody Christian into Teen Wolf. He's the shit now for sure. I mean... yum right?

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This chapter will show how Caroline only has one main bitch, Mason.

         "Dare steal my credit card and I'll kidnap the keys to your baby ."  I threatened easily through my soft lips, arching an eyebrow daringly as I leaned against my door frame.

         Stiles sighed, running a hand through his dark hair, already aggravated by his younger sister; me.  I'm proud to say I'm the only one that can make his left eye twitch. "You don't seem to understand English.   I need your money  for gas to drive my jeep to Mexico.  So I need the keys and the card, pronto."

         Keeping the same face on, the one where it looked like I was sucking on a toxic waste, I responded, "Is that all I am to you, a depositor?   I'm full of blood not pennies, Stiles."

        Getting easily frustrated, Stiles motioned his hand towards my clean room whilst tugging on his hair with his other hand. "Pronto, mi sister."

        Mumbling about how working at an ice cream shop over the summer doesn't add up to much, I browsed my wallet that sat itself on top my bookshelf. "Hermana," I corrected him, rolling my eyes as I fumbled to hand over my brand new card to my spaz of a brother.

         He quickly swiped it between his fingers before I could regret my decision.   Which I already did. Smiling in victory, he nodded before swerving on his heels to exit.   I called out to him before he left, "Why are you even going to Mexico?  Does dad know?"

         Stiles stopped at the doorway, seeming completely flustered and clueless as he stuttered away. "Oh, um, to a- to a learn better Spanish. I'm a little rusty if you can't tell."  He shrugged as he tried to act nonchalant.  Straightening up his posture, he swiped away the wrinkles on his shirt before glaring up at me.  "And dad doesn't know, just like he doesn't know about you egging the vice principal's house last year."

         Nodding unconvinced, I pretended to be convinced as I smiled brightly at him.  Ignoring his little threat.  "Well have fun.   But if I found out this was just a honeymoon getaway with Malia, I swear I think you've had your fair share of-"

         "It's not," He interrupted, flushing a bit at the mention of the brown haired girl who was currently outside waiting impatiently for him.   With that, he jogged down the hallway and down the stairs. The slam of the front door being shut the only evidence of him actually leaving.  Leaving me to stare through the door frame at the empty space.

         I sighed sadly, whispering a small goodbye in the silent air as the smile was wiped off of my face completely.  Not missing a heartbeat I grabbed my phone off the shelf and turned on my heels to view myself in my pearly-white vanity.  What I saw made me smile in satisfaction and forget about being alone again.  My straight blonde hair falling past my shoulders delicately, my face perfectly done with simple touches, never too much. 

        I always took pride in the way I looked and dressed myself.  People don't judge you on what's on the inside when they first look at you.  That is what I've learned over the years.