Blissful Burn ➳ Stiles Stilinski [5]

No More Running

I knock rapidly on the apartment door I'm standing in front of. I continued knocking until I heard some mumbling and the door swung open.

Parrish stands there looking absolutely fine. Okay seriously?!

How does he get to heal wayyy before me? Gotta say though having that scar on my neck is making me look so much more tougher than I am.

Maybe Vogue would pick me over Parrish.
Who am I kidding?

"Hello handsome," I slyly grin and he cringes staring at the long scar on my neck. So I shove him. "Hey! We got a lot of work to do Deputy so let's get moving."

"Skyler, what the hell are you doing here? Are you okay? Why are you carrying a gun?"

He doesn't stop me as I walk into the apartment. The first thing I notice is the clothes thrown around everywhere.

I stop in place quickly debriefing him. "Long story short I also stepped into that freezer. I also have control and I also know that leaving is the best thing for everyone. We good?"

He was speechless and I swiftly smiled almost tripping over a shirt on the floor.

"It's a mess in here. Listen Jordan, if you wanna skip town like a pro you gotta do a lot better with your time management," I spoke with disappointment in my voice and quickly threw my car keys to him. "Take it from someone who has done it many times."

He stared down at his keys and then watched me grab whatever clothes I could find and shove them into the duffel bag that sat on his coffee table.

"Now, would you like me to pack our snacks for the trip or go through your underwear drawer?"

He stared at me like I was insane. Me and him both. "What? You're not coming with me."

I felt my phone buzz in my pocket repeatedly and I felt my smile chip away slightly as I put I quickly ended the call.

"You're not answering that?" He pointed to the phone I pocketed.

"Not important," I swiftly attempted to move past the topic. "As I was saying–"

"You're avoiding your friends?" He asked and I nodded.
"They don't know you're alive?!"

"I'll text them when we're out of this place! Jeez, no need to get your panties in a twist. Now how would you like your shirts folded?"

"Skyler I'm not taking you with me!"

"Wrong answer. Although I'm not sure there is another certain way shirts can be folded." I tuned out Parrish's arguments like background noise.

Please, I'd grown up with Stiles. Being stubborn was like second nature to me.

"Your dad would murder me!"

"No he wouldn't," I shrugged already rummaging through his cupboards. "I left him a note."

"Skyler, I'm not taking a teenager–"

"I'm almost eighteen!"

"A teenager," he corrected and I stuck my tongue out at him. "To skip town with me. I'm doing this because I'm dangerous–"

"Great news! So am I! Now–" I paused holding up two candy bars. "Reece's or Snickers?"

"Does Stiles know your leaving?" He questioned.

"Does Sheriff know?" I counter-asked.

I put both in anyway and pushed my way to his room and found his badge lying on his desk.

Clearly not yet.

"I'm planning on returning it before I leave," he answered stopping me from going through anything else. "Skyler you're a kid. You're not coming with me."