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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Stiles' hoodie (that she steals)
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Clair and Stiles sat in his jeep outside of a college campus. He hasn't told her why he dragged her out that late at night, but honestly, she was desensitized to his antics by now. Scott was on his way to meet them, apparently he was going full werewolf and taking a shortcut through the woods. Show off.
Clair turned to look at Stiles, rubbing her sleepy eyes in the process. He had his lips pushed out in thought as he chewed lightly on the inside of his cheek, his brows were knotted tightly, and he zoned out across the dark parking lot.
He was wearing a backward baseball cap and, for once, a reasonable outfit. Not one of his graphic tee-shirt and blazer pairs. Clair hummed to herself as she looked at him, if he dressed like that more often, Lydia would probably notice him. He looked good. Clair decided to keep that thought to herself, he didn't need an ego. And besides, his poor sense of style was part of his charm.
Suddenly, something crashed into the roof. And even though Clair suspected it was Scott, she still yelped in fear. Stiles flinched, head tilted towards the roof while one of his hands reached mindlessly for Clair's. Scott swung his head into the girls window, causing her and Stiles to gasp, before letting out a relieved huff.
"Hey guys, whatcha find out?" Clair frowned in confusion at the look the boys shared. They had forgotten to share just what exactly they were doing.
"Does someone want to clue me in?" Clair huffed, cracking the door to the jeep open, Stiles followed, and they met at the front of the jeep.
"Yeah, sorry, just one...second," Stiles scoffed out an awkward laugh, pulling his phone out and setting it on the nose of the jeep so they could all watch the video he had pulled up. Clair huddled between the boys, leaning into their warmth. She hadn't gotten the chance to put on her jacket when Stiles dragged her out of the house. She was just in sweatpants and a flimsy white crop top.
"The term "Lycanthrope" is derived from the Greek myth of "Lycan" the king of Arcadia. Who was renowned for his cruelty. He was later transformed into a wolf by Zeus...turned into a monster as punishment for his own monstrous actions." Clairlooked between Scott and Stiles in confusion, they had already known most of this stuff. Greek mythology was the first thing Stiles and her had found when they did their research.
