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·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳𝐁𝐔𝐙𝐙 𝐁𝐔𝐙𝐙

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·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳𝐁𝐔𝐙𝐙 𝐁𝐔𝐙𝐙

"Get your ass down here now! We have a job to do." Stiles ordered Scott over the phone.

Today was my new favorite day, or night, I guess. Stiles had told me about Mischief Night a few weeks ago, and we've both been excited ever since.

The two of us were walking through the locker-room, and I used my Werewolf hearing to listen to my boys' phone call.

I couldn't help but snicker at Scott's response.

"Dude, I'm already in bed. And aren't we getting a little old for this...?" He complained.

"We do this for Coach!"

"I thought we did this to Coach."

Same thing... I thought to myself.

"Whatever, okay? You know he needs this! He lives for this stuff. He loves it!"

"But it's the middle of the night." Scott whined.

"12:15, actually." Stiles corrected him, "which means it's after midnight and officially Mischief Night-slash-Day, and, by perfectly awesome coincidence, it also happens to be Coach's birthday."

"Ugh!" I heard Scott groan. "Is Maggie there?"

I smiled when I heard him ask this, snatching the phone and putting it on speaker.

"Yes, Scott. Your favorite person ever is here. So, you better get your ass here in five seconds, no longer." I declared, as Stiles began counting down, grabbing a bunch of tools out of his locker.

"Five, four, three, two..." Stiles counted, turning around and being met with Scott, the latter's red eyes shining.

I jumped too, but I didn't fall to the floor like Stiles had. I shoved Scott's shoulder, and chuckled.

"One." Scott smirked.

"I hate you." Stiles said monotonously.

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I woke up feeling really good the next morning, the best I've felt in a really long time.

Unfortunately, I woke up late, but I was trying my best to not let it ruin my day.

Quickly showering and changing into a black skirt and a BHHS burgundy crewneck that was one size too big.

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