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·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳𝐇𝐄𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐄

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·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳𝐇𝐄𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐄

I stayed with Isaac for a while yesterday, he told me he had amnesia, and that we had to reschedule, when all of this shit calmed down, if it ever does.

He seemed out of it so I decided to let him rest as I get a message from Scott, saying Stiles dragged him to some party, and asked if I wanted to come as well, to which I agreed.

I chose to head home first and change my clothes, and just as I was ready, I hear Stiles honk the horn. Hugging my dad on the way out, considering he was actually home. Usually, I would've stayed with him, but he told me he was heading right to bed anyways.

"Howdy partner." Stiles says in a funny accent.

"Oh, no. I'm rubbing off on you." I fake gasp as I climb over Scott, into the backseat.

Stiles parks the Jeep somewhere and we start our walk to his childhood friend's party.

I notice Scott has an upset look on his face, "what?" Stiles asks him.

"What do you mean, 'what?'" Scott furrows his eyebrows.

"That look you were giving!" Stiles exclaims.

"I didn't give a look..." He replies defensively.

"You gave a look." I shrug.

"What look???" Scott asks exasperatedly.

"The look that says the last thing you feel like doing right now is going to party!"

Scott sighs, "It's not that...It just seems weird, going to a different high school's party."

I pick at my fingernails as Stiles groans, "God, one drink, all right? You'll be fine, plus Maggie's here too! I went to nursery school with this girl, okay? She promised to introduce us to all of her friends. So, tonight, no Allison, no Lydia, and no Isaac, or whoever." He gestures to me, Scott giving him a weird look in the process.

"Stiles—" I began.

"Tonight, we're moving on." Stiles cuts me off.

"You're right...Moving on." Scott says unsurely as I nod.

"That's right I'm right!" Stiles says as they high-five, both of them turning around and holding up a hand.

I give the pair a weird look before chuckling and giving them both a high-five, earning a smile from the two.

"How's my breath smell?" Scott asks.

"We're not smelling your breath!" We exclaim simultaneously.

We walk inside and I see a blonde girl look at us, "Stiles! Hi!" She smiles widely, walking over to him.

I give her a tight-lipped smile, but she didn't even look over at Scott and me.

"There's the birthday girl—" Stiles stops when she places her lips on his.

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