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dogs are basically wolves
now, i'm starting to see why you got held-
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in which the eldest stilinski gets dragged into the supernatural and ends up falling in love with the sour wolf himse...
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1.01
𝐓𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐫.
Sophia Stilinski's nickname; at least it's what everyone calls her -- including her dad. The amount of times she was scolded in that office... That stupid office... It only made her want to act out more.
Ever since her mom died when she was 11, she never was the same, always out late -- typical angsty teen stuff -- with her best friend, Chloe Martin. Those two always knew how to cause as much trouble as they could.
One being the Sheriff's daughter and the other being rich they never really got in trouble. Call it injustice, but everyone knew -- hoped -- they would outgrow it. Which they did, or Sophia did, when she got held back.
Currently, Sophia is sitting at her desk on a call with Chloe, "No, I don't think he's a bad choice," Sofia shrugged. "Just not a good one."
"He's sweet!"
Sophia huffs out a laugh, "And?"
Chloe looks at Sophia through the screen with confusion. Sofia laughs as she reads her textbook, "What else is he? If you can list 10 good things about him, then date him. If you can't, rethink."
Chloe sighs, "Fair."
Both of the girls pause when Sophia hears something in her backyard. Chloe looks at her when she turns her head, "What's up, Fifi?"
"I heard a noise, I'm gonna do the dumb white girl thing and check it out."
Chloe's jaw falls open, "Um, how about no?"
"Clo, I'll be fine." Sophia smiles and leans closer, "If I don't call in 10, call my dad." She winks, ignoring her friend's protests as she closes the call, grabbing her jacket and shoes. Sophia walks to the backdoor, sliding it open gently as the porch light turns on.
She sees a dark-haired man wearing a black jacket standing by the covered table and chairs. He has sharp features, looks maybe nineteen to twenty, the whole mysterious get up. She watches him sneakily before he turns to look at her with a flinch, "You scared me..." He said with a handsome voice.
"I should be the one scared of the man in my backyard," she hummed and crossed her arms. "Speaking of men in backyards, why are you in mine?"
The man sighs, "Long story short I saw a... criminal... run by here..."
Sophia laughs, "Are you the criminal you saw?"
The man glared as he crossed his arms, "Trust me."
