Chapter 15

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"Hey, Sheriff..." I coughed in the door way. The Sheriff looked up from the paper work he was eyeing on his desk. I'd never seen him wear glasses before. It made him look more like a teacher and less like a Sheriff.

He looked surprised to see me, not that I blamed him. It wasn't every Friday afternoon you found me strolling into the Sheriff's station, but I was finally getting around to asking something I'd been meaning to for a while. Events and nerves had been getting in the way of me seeing about that job, but I figured now was about the time that I should.

"What're you doing here, Kiddo?" I took that as my cue to start walking into the room, rather than standing in the door way fidgeting like I'd killed somebody. There was an empty chair in front of his desk and I plopped myself down into it feeling very much like one of those characters in Crime movies. Not that the Sheriff was about to arrest me or anything...after all I was pretty sure I was in his good books. For the most part I seemed to keep the boys in line...except when they wandered off to do their own mischief making-which was quite regularly and may or may not involve dead bodies, Derek Hale, and probably stuff I didn't even want to think about.

"I was wondering..." I avoided his eyes, looking instead at the items on his desk. "Do...does the station have any jobs available....?" A small picture of a young boy resting a baseball bat over his shoulder was sitting in a photo frame atop the desk. The mole dotted face was familiar, if a tad younger than I was used to. Stiles. Somehow that's exactly how I imagined him as a kid. The goofy grin and all.

"A Job?" I shifted my eyes up and to the side to look at the Sheriff. His brows were furrowed in bemusement as his hands left the pieces of paper he'd been looking at when I entered, sparing them a quick glance I could see a few things that I didn't want to. Case files about the deaths...and photographs of them including the bus driver.

"Yeah...?" I internally winced at how uncomfortable I sounded, shifting my eyes back to Mr Stilinski. His brows relaxed slowly and if I looked close enough I could perhaps see the corners of his lips tilting upwards in amusement, probably at my behaviour.

"Well, we do need someone watching the front desk in the evenings."

"And?" I ventured, I felt kind of like Jar Jar in that moment; full of hope waiting to be crushed by the inevitability of life. I'd never had a job before, in fact I'd never gotten many interviews either, but I wanted one. I wanted some self-sufficiency, some independence. And as much as I hated it Winter Formal was fast approaching and I wasn't letting Lydia buy my dress for me, she'd done enough already between the whole new wardrobe and being my friend in her own odd sort of way.

"If you want it, you can start Monday?" I didn't care much about the specifics, but getting offered a job at all was awesome. I was expecting the Sheriff, amazing or not, to turn me away.

I practically jumped out of the seat in elation, almost clapping my hands like a demented sea lion. "Yes!" I coughed embarrassed at my outburst "I mean...thank you, uh..." I let out a nervous laugh as the Sheriff shook his head at me playfully.

"Go on, get out. Keep the boys out of trouble will you?" I doubted I would actually see the boys, we hadn't made any plans at school that day and I'm sure they were probably causing havoc somewhere. I had seen them at school however and we'd discussed some minor events...like the fact that Finstock was apparently still holding onto the belief that Stiles and I were a thing and that Allison and Scott had had some weird sort of condom incident at a family dinner last night...I didn't quite know the details, but I figured I'd find out soon enough.

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