COMPLETE MESS | teen wolf (slow updates)

three

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Wednesday had come upon her much sooner than she had hoped it would, with Lydia still texting her nonstop about the party.

Rory had shown up that morning, much to everyone's surprise. Asher hadn't expected her to return for a long time, at least until the investigation was over. She hadn't spoken to Asher, but she hadn't really spoken to anyone.

Asher couldn't blame her.

She had hardly spoken to anyone herself.

The previous night had replayed dozens of times in her mind between her head hitting the pillow and getting dressed for school that morning.

She could still hear the echoes of that voice telling her to heal him, she still felt the way her fingertips burned as his skin healed under her touch.

But most of all, she remembered the feeling of his lips pressed against hers as though their lives depended on it when he could have asked all of the questions in the world.

He could have asked her what she did, he could have asked her what was wrong with her. But he had kissed her instead.

She had not dared ask him why he had done it—not in front of Harley or Eli.

Harley would undoubtedly hit her with the meanest I told you so of her life.

Why can't I stop thinking about it? Do I like him? No, no I can't—he's Isaac. We've been friends too long...do I like him?

She spotted Lydia already settled into her usual seat in the crowded cafeteria, so she took her opportunity to sneak in unnoticed by the girl.

Much to her dismay, the seat next to Isaac was the only available seat at their usual table.

Stiles watched carefully as his sister took the seat, avoiding eye contact with the tall boy seated next to her.

Asher felt a twinge of guilt as she avoided making any sort of eye contact with him. How could she? She knew that if she gave in and looked him in the eye that she'd want to kiss him again.

His presence next to her felt like static buzzing in her ears as he looked over at her.

"I never thanked you last night." He said.

"What?"

His voice was soft and low, like always. But the way in which he was looking at her made her realize that things had changed between them.

"What you did for me. Thank you."

She realized that none of their friends were paying attention, not in the slightest.

"Isaac—"

He lowered his head, his face achingly close to hers as he spoke again;

"Thank you."

A sudden thud caused the two of them to jump apart. She looked up at Harley as Isaac nervously clear his throat, but he did not make any move to slide away from her.

"I'm gonna act like I saw nothing and change the subject—since when is the cafeteria this full? There's too much noise in here."

Asher ignored his question and looked across the table where Rory was now taking a seat. It didn't appear to be any more crowded than usual.

Images of her, Harley, and Scott flashed through her mind again—those eyes that weren't her eyes, the blood, the hurt.

"You okay?" Asher asked.