𝙋𝙍𝙄𝙉𝘾𝙀𝙎𝙎 𝘼𝙉𝘿 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝘿𝙊𝙂 ━━ (Teenwolf Poly)

03. AMBULANCE ON DUTY

THREE. Quinn sat in the back of the ambulance. Jackson standing beside Lydia on the other side of the vehicle, arguing loudly with an EMT.

Quinn would have stepped in and probably yelled at Jackson for being such a dick to someone that was just doing their job, trying to help people. Even ungrateful trust fund brats like himself, but she held her tongue.

Not for his sake but for her own well being as she had gained a massive migraine from the experience.

Not to mention she felt a little embarrassed from not being able to lift the shelf entirely off Jackson earlier.

Quinn heard steps walking over before she saw who it was. She looked up to see the worried and cautious faces of two idiots. Scott McCall and Stiles Stilinski, She recognized them from school.

"Heyyyy," Stiles said awkwardly as he stopped before her as she sat on the ledge of the ambulance, legs hanging down since she was rather short.

The buzz cut boy patted his jeans and went to tuck his hands into his pockets but realized he didn't have any after awkwardly doing the same motion in an attempt to find the non-existent pockets.

She chuckled a little at the sight, a small smile breaking out on her face, her lip was cut in the corner from a fallen book having nicked her.

"You're an awkward dude," She said to Stiles before he or Scott could get a word out.

Stiles rubbed the back of his neck with his right arm, his left still awkwardly set on the spot of his jeans where pockets were supposed to be. She noticed that he kept his hand there— refusing to move it and acknowledge the lack of pocket.

"It's kinda cute," she noted aloud jokingly. Which made stiles look up quickly, jaw falling slack for a moment.

He stared at her then looked to Scott, silently asking if the young werewolf had heard that too. Then he looked back at her, Scott looked too, equally stunned that someone found Stiles 'cute.'

"So what can I do for you slack-jawed gentle folk?" She joked, trying to ignore the throbbing pain of her headache.

"I uh— umm.. you think I'm cute?" Stiles stumbled over his words and Scott simultaneously sighed before pushing Stiles back a little, taking a step forward to take over the coherent conversation that needed to be made.

"I'm Scott," He introduced politely while stiles was still mumbling to himself about what she meant by calling him 'cute.'

"Quinn. But since you walked over here to ask me something, I suppose you knew that already," She said knowingly.

"Uh yeah. How'd you know?" Scott asked curiously, his eyebrows furrowed together slightly.

"I'm psychic." She deadpanned. "Nah, I'm just of average intelligence and able to put together the pieces," She relented. "Also we're co-workers..."

"Oh." Scott said, a little embarrassed that he assumed, she didn't know him. "Well we were just going to ask what you saw in there?" He inquired calmly and respectfully.

Quinn felt like he was a mamas boy from the way he spoke like he was genuinely asking and wouldn't be upset if she refused to answer. He seemed like the kinda guy that walked away after a simple no without complaint. Hell, he'd probably apologize for 'bothering' her.

"I saw something that's for sure. It was big, furry and I would say adorable if it hadn't tried to attack us," She told them earnestly.

Stiles was still a little dazed a step behind Scott. "Is he gonna be okay?" She asked genuinely growing concerned over the Stilinski boys absent mental state.

"He'll be fine," Scott affirmed kindly. "Is there anything else you could tell us about the thing?" He asked with a gentle reassuring smile.

"I would adopt it. No questions asked." She supplied the useless information. Scott nodded, even if it was useless he was grateful for her cooperation.

"Thanks for talking to us. We'll see you in the halls," Scott told her.

She gave a nod and Scott left, pulling Stiles along with him.

As she began to talk to the police and answer their questions about the events that occurred— 'accidentally' leaving out the bits about how she had jumped the counter and stolen— erm, borrowed a movie.

Scott and Stiles made their way back to Stiles' jeep. They both got in and Scott buckled up, ready to go but paused when he realized Stiles hadn't even turned on the car engine yet.

"She called me cute." Stiles stated after a couple beats of silence.

"Oh for fuc—"

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