Clair Moore has always had trouble saying no. So when her best friends go body hunting in the woods, of course she agreed to tag along. This one action causes a massive change in one of her friend's lives, and she is all but thrown into the hidden w...
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Studying with Stiles
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"So you killed her?" what a wonderful way to start the morning. Here Clair was thinking she could enjoy at least one normal day. But Scott decided to dream about maiming his girlfriend.
It had been a few days since the game, and Clair's concussion had improved. She didn't need to wear the sunglasses to shield her from the school lights anymore. It was mostly just headaches now. Which she was glad for.
"I don't know, I just woke up," Scott sighed, shaking his head to get whatever he had dreamt about out of his mind. "I was sweating like crazy, and I couldn't breathe. I've never had a dream where I woke up like that before,"
"Really? I have," Stiles stated without hesitation, "Usually ends a little differently," Clair groaned and shoved him away from her. Stiles just grinned and looked down at her, obviously humored by her disgust. Clair had not expected to hear about Stiles' wet dreams at 8 am. She should have lowered her day-to-day standards.
"A, I meant I've never had a dream that felt that real before, and B, Never give me that much detail about you in bed again," Scott grumbled, his posture sagging as he walked.
"Yeah, double that," Clair muttered, throwing a tight-lipped smile at Stiles.
"Noted." The boy puffed his cheeks out and gave a swift nod. "Let me take a guess here-" he started but Scott cut him off, already knowing what the spaz was about to suggest.
"No, I know, you think it has something to do with me going out with Allison tomorrow," he offered, clutching the straps of his backpack anxiously. "Like I'm gonna lose control and rip her throat out," Clair shook her head and leaned forward.
"No, of course not," she said, hoping to at least sound convincing. The truth was...yeah, maybe Stiles and Clair had talked about more than a few concerns since they found out about the date night 'to be'.
"Yeah, that's totally it," Stiles conceded, dropping his head.
Clair scoffed and knocked her shoulder with his. "At least feign confidence," Stiles quickly backpedaled at Scott's dejected look and Clair's pointed glare.
