today i saw the whole world, teen wolf

𝟎𝟑𝟑 sacrifices.

sacrifices.

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A FINGER BRUSHES AGAINST HER swollen bottom lip, delighted by the sensational tingling that had spread throughout her body, consuming her lips most of all.

She trails her curious gaze to her left, over the radio and dashboard of Stiles' Jeep, and to the driver's side where he keeps his eyes glued to the road. Her mind full of peculiar thoughts that wonder if he could still taste her on his lips like she could him.

It's then, when she remembered Isaac sitting in the backseat. The car had been painfully silent, so quiet that Isaac starts to think about what he had interrupted in that bathroom.

He ignored their swollen lips when they left the party, and the smeared lipstick across Stiles' mouth. But he can't ignore how awkward it is to sit between them, in the silence, and while they both wish their time hadn't been cut short.

"What did Lydia say when she called you?" Paxton asked, breaking the loud aching of nothingness.

She turns around to look at Isaac, but when his bashful smile shines and his eyes lower to her mouth, she sinks back into her seat.

"She was crying, said she found a body, and was trying to call you."

"My phone was," she trailed off, a lie not offering itself quick enough. "I was—"

"You were preoccupied?" Isaac said for her.

"Well, no," she huffed, her feathers ruffled with the idea that Isaac might have caught on to her and Stiles. "This girl just spilled her drink on me, I must've not heard my phone when we were cleaning my shirt."

Isaac wanted to ask, why does it take two people to clean a shirt? But he knows, wherever Paxton goes, Stiles would devotedly follow. "Your shirt is still red," he pointed out instead, leaning his head up to view her ruined shirt.

"I didn't say we cleaned it good," she mumbled out.

"But, how long were you two—"

She sits up in her seat quickly, pointing to the building they were to meet Lydia at. "Look, there's her car."

Her eyes cut to Stiles discreetly, she smiles to him sheepishly. He returns the small grin, thanking her for stopping Isaac's pestering.

They haven't grasped the kiss themselves, much less would they know how to explain it to someone else. It would be placed to sleep in an exciting bed of secrets, in a hidden place only they could reach. It was their kiss, and no one else's. They'll talk about it when they're ready—however long that may take.

The car doors slam shut, parked outside of a recreational center. The gates of the swimming pool is wide open, and close to where Lydia's car is parked.

"Lydia? Lydia?" Paxton rushes to the pool. She comes to a halt on the slippery concrete beneath her, spotting Lydia as she clings to her coat, shaking and scared. "Oh, god. Are you okay?"

Paxton pulls her into a hug, guilty that she hadn't come sooner to Lydia's rescue.

"I-I'm okay," she stuttered out before turning around to lifeguard's chair behind her. "That— over there— not okay."

Stiles skids to a stop behind Paxton, a hand pressing against her back to keep himself from falling over. "I'm gonna call my dad," he said, noticing the body sitting in the towering chair behind them.