A girl named Victoria's parents died. For a year, she stayed with Noah Stilinski and his son, Stiles Stilinski when she was about five. When she turned six, a woman named Melissa McCall adopted her.
When she was about sixteen, her brother, Scott McC...
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I was being dragged along behind Scott and Stiles. Stiles had said he wanted to bring us somewhere.
"Where are we going?" Scott asked him.
"You'll see." Stiles walked ahead of us and I jogged slightly to catch up with Scott.
"'Cause we really shouldn't be out here. Our mom is in a constant state of freakout from what happened at the school." I rolled my eyes.
"Well, your mom isn't the sheriff, okay? There's no comparison, trust me."
"Will you at least just tell us what we're doing out here?" I called out to him.
"Yes. When your best friend gets dumped.."
"I didn't get dumped!" Scott said quickly. "We're taking a break." He got dumped.
"All right, well when your best friend gets told by his girlfriend that they're taking a break.." He turned around. "You get your best friend drunk." He held up a bottle and I instantly glared at him.
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After a while, Stiles and I were completely drunk.
"Dude, you know she's just one.. One girl." Stiles layed down on the ground beside me. "You know out of so many... there are so many other girls in the sea." I giggled.
"Fish in the sea." Scott corrected him.
"Fish?" I asked. "Why are you talking about fish?"
"I'm talking about girls." Stiles sighed. "I love girls. I love them. I love.. especially ones with dark brown, curly hair, green eyes, 5'2.."
"Like Victoria?" Scott looked down at him.
"Yeah, exactly." His words went over my head. "Hey, how'd you know I was talking about... about... What was I talking about?" He smirked.
"Hey, you're not happy." I frowned at Scott.
"Take a drink!" Stiles picked up the glass.
"I don't want any more." Scott shook his head.
"You're not drunk?" I covered my head with my hands.
"I'm not anything."
"Hey, maybe it's like... Maybe it's like not needing your inhaler anymore, you know. Maybe you can't get drunk as a wolf." I had managed to control my healing, and that probably was what allowed me to get drunk.
"Am I drunk?" I sat up, looking at Scott.
"You're both wasted." He looked ahead of him. I frowned.
"Yeahhh." Stiles held up his fist. "Come on dude, I know it feels bad. I know it hurts, I know. Well, I don't know." I laughed at him. "But, I know this! I know that as much as being broken up hurts... Being alone is way worse." I looked at Stiles, confused. He started laughing at himself. "That didn't make any sense. I need a drink!" Someone snatched the bottle up. Just like that, my body had healed and I was no longer drunk.
