tmr x tw

we need to talk

scotts pov

i walk into the clinic a determind aura following me closely with every step i take, i meet deatons monotone face as i turn around the corner, the abrupt "arrival" caused me to stumble slightly but only for a second before regaing my ( im the true alpha ) posture.

deaton i nod to him in greeting. he only acknowledges my presence with a quick, " no ". no what i ask dumbfounded. he didnt even know what i was gonna say, maybe? i anxiously think.

i know what u were gonna say. he replies. damn it i mumble. a pointed look from deaton is all it takes for me to look like a young pup with his tail between his legs.

please deaton, the whole pack is confused and angry they want to know what happened to stiles and they deserve an explaination. i begged. i deserve an explaination, i say sadly. slightly turning my head away with shame. your the one that let him down, he says coldly.

im helping stiles get his memories back and its his decision if he wants to involve u. he turns around walking straight into the other room not giving me a second glance.

the shocked look on my face fades as i come up with a plan to figure out what happened to stiles. looks like were using the new kid, i think while sighing loudly.

stiles pov

the next couple days i ended up pacing my room, anxiously waiting for deaton to tell me anything about when we were gonna get all my memories back.

i stop suddenly as i hear a knock at the front door. i quickly do a quiet cheer, scolding myself at the silliness of the action. the oh so great leader thomas doing a goofy cheer, where did that come from, i think as i clamber down the stairs, launching toward the door.

hello i say looking up to figure, frowning as i see who it is. minho.

i gulp looking down scared of the reason he's here.

i think u should let your friends know about deaton getting your memories back. he says weirdly. friends i ask confused? scott he replies almost nervously? minho u know scotts not my friend i barely remember him i scoff.

exactly he says smartly, get to know them by bringing them with u to wherever deaton is gonna take u. show them all your memories so they dont bother u anymore he says with a smirk, acting like hes got me trapped.

no minho. u know what happened to us the trauma we had to go through, the trama we still go through, why are u acting like this. i ask confused. minho grows angry, u can see his face get red and his jaw tighten, the air around them getting tense.

if u cared about me at all u would do this for me. u did kill newt after all he finishes with a smirk. im dumbfounded but answer with a simple ok before watching him walk away.

a few days later ( if anyone reads this pls post a comment on what ur first thout was when u read that )

i rock up to school half an hour late cringing as coach start yelling at greenberg again. i stealthly make my way through the sea of desks making my way to the back one but i suddenly feel eyes on me, i turn around to see whos watching me catching the eyes of the pack before i trip over my own feet, plummeting into a bunch of desks.

the racket alerting everyone in the classroom that i was there. i turn around sheepishly. hey coach. i say. waving awkwardly. all he does is glare at me and mumble once again about his drinking problem. i pull my desk upright patting it affectionatly before sitting down.

i quickly write on the piece of paper, scrunching it up into a ball and throwing it at scotts head. his head shoots up straight away, looking right and then left, right again and then directly at me. the glare had frozen me in my step when i was 16 but not anymore, i merely point at the crinkled paper before grabbing my pen and copying the writing on the board.

scotts pov

i flatten the paper on the desk, reading through it a dozen times before looking sharply at stiles and nodding. but the sentence run through my mind a million times a minute and i cant help but be excited. WE NEED TO TALK>.