Chapter 16

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"Ohhh, I should've got a haircut." Noah said as he held up the mirrors finger combing his hair.

    "Well, you know, someone your age should be happy you still have hair to cut!" Stiles said brightly.

    "Well, I think you look great, Noah." I said to him with a smile.

    "Well, thank you, Parker. Stiles. I would normally never say this because of your age. But, marry her." Noah said.

    "What? Dad!" Stiles went red.

    I looked at Stiles. "Wow. Harsh."

    "I didn't mean it like that." Stiles wrapped his arms around me in a hug, kissing the top of my head. "Let's wait a year or two, then see. Okay?"

    "Hm. I can live with that, I suppose." I said with a dramatic sigh.

    Noah's sigh turned our attention back to him. "Oh, what the hell am I doing? This is a terrible idea."

    "What? Dad. Dad, it's one date, okay? The town of Beacon Hills won't implode while you're out with one woman. Or man..."

    "It's a woman, Stiles." Noah said.

    "Okay..."

    "A very beautiful woman."

    "What beautiful woman, by the way...?" Stiles asked.

    "None of your business. Either of you." he pointed to the both of us.

    I leaned my head back and looked at Stiles as he looked at me, then looked at Noah. "Now I want to know."

    "Stilinski! STILINSKI! I'm going to kill you!" an angry voice shouted, and we walked out to see an angry teenager being held by two deputies.

    "Donovan, if you think that shocks me, remember it was well-documented in your Anger Expression Inventory." Noah said calmly. "Deputies, escort the prisoner out."

    Donovan cackled manically. "I'm not angry, like I'm gonna throw a brick through your window—I'm angry, like I'm going to find you, I'm going to get a knife, and I'm going to stab you with it until you're dead. And when you look at me and you ask, "Why?", remember right now. Because this is why."

    I looked at Scott, who had stopped spinning in Parrish's office chair, and we both shrugged.

    Stiles whistled. "Wow, that was awesome. That was awesome. That was great. Can we do one more? Give us another one, maybe like Christopher Walken this time, you know? Okay, you know what? It's fine. You'll have plenty of time to work on it when you're in your tiny, little cell. You know...just stuck there...forever."

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