𝙁𝙍𝙀𝙀 𝙁𝘼𝙇𝙇𝙄𝙉𝙂 ◊ 𝘚. 𝘚𝘛𝘐𝘓𝘐𝘕𝘚𝘒𝘐

◊ 𝟏.𝟖 𝐋𝐔𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐂

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THIRD POV

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ITS LATE AT NIGHT, and Percy and Stiles are leading Scott through the preserve. Stiles hid a bottle of whiskey in the crook of his arm while Percy had a blunt tucked away inside his jacket pocket.

"Where are we going?" Scott asked his friends as they walked past the ranger station.

"You'll see." His friends said in unison as they walked to the rocky landscape near the cliff's peak.

" 'Cause we really shouldn't be out here. My mom is a constant freak-out from what happened at the school."

"Well, your mom isn't the Sheriff, okay? There's no comparison, trust me." Stiles scoffed.

"Perce, didn't your parents put you on lockdown?" Scott asked his blonde-haired friend.

"Yes and no. Mom was pissed that I didn't answer any of her texts or calls, but my brother was able to cover for me." Percy looked down and bit his lip. Besides, I had to tell Max the partial truth of what happened at the school so he could cover for me. Percy thought to himself.

The guilt weighing him down from hiding a huge part of his life worsens after Scott has gotten bit and withholds his knowledge about the supernatural. He almost laughed at the thought of his closest friends don't know his biggest secret, but a girl who moved here over a month ago does.

"Can you guys at least just tell me what we're doing out here?" Scott sighed, his words snapping Percy back to reality after stewing in his thoughts.

"Yes!" Stiles exclaimed. "When your best friend gets dumped--"

Scott cuts him off. "--I didn't get dumped! We're taking a break--" He says indignantly.

"Alright, well, when your best friend gets told by his girlfriend that they're taking a break," Stiles smirked and pulled out the whiskey bottle for Scott to see. "You get your best friend drunk."

Percy pulls out the blunt that he had stolen from Max. "And high." He added, a broad grin on his face.

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About twenty minutes later, Stiles's bottle of Jack Daniels was half empty. The joint was down to its last puffs, which Percy took and snuffed out on the rock that Scott was sitting by and where Stiles's head was propped up. 

Two out of the three guys were effectively stoned and drunk, while the third felt as sober as ever, the whiskey and weed having no effect on his senses.

"Dude, you know, she's just one... One girl." Stiles's speech was slurred, "You know, outta so many, there's so many other girls in the sea."

"Fish in the sea." Scott corrects one of his best friends as he stares into the makeshift fire pit out of the metal trash can while the other sits beside him, giggling at his friends.

"Fish? Why're you talking about fish? I'm talking about girls." Stiles sighed, almost wistfully. "I love girls. I love 'em. I love especially ones with strawberry blonde hair, green eyes, a little shorter than me, but she's a little scary but interesting..." He trails off as the two girls he thinks about meld together slightly.

"Same! I love the one who wears really cool rings and a leather jacket. She's such a badass." Percy says with a dopey smile, a blush on his cheeks as he thinks about the girl that's infiltrated his mind lately.

Scott furrows his brows at his friends before sighing. "Like Lydia and Olympia?"

His friends look at him, "Yeah, exactly!" Stiles exclaimed.