𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐩𝐬𝐲𝐜𝐡𝐨 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫?
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❘ ❙ ❚ . .in which one of beacon
hills high's it girls hides her
feelings for a boy not in her
league
or
stiles refuses to believe that
someone as perfect as jolene
could ever love him
stiles st...
𝐽𝑂𝐿𝐸𝑁𝐸 𝑊𝐴𝑆 𝐷𝑂𝐼𝑁𝐺 𝐻𝐸𝑅 homework. Really, she was drawing small animals with highlighters on the side of her homework. She's always had trouble focusing on work, but never knew how to fix it. No one ever motivated her, she had no discipline.
All Jolene could hear was the patter of rain against the window beside her at her spot at the dining room table. That was until her front door suddenly swung open and her father, Mick, came stumbling through, tripping over the lip of the door frame on the ground. "Dad, do you have any idea what time it is?"
"What, is it late?" Mick asked with slurred words, shutting the door behind him and breathing out as he spoke. Jolene leaned back in her chair, fidgeting with the highlighter, twirling it between her fingers. "No, it's four o'clock in the afternoon. That's why you shouldn't be drunk already."
"I know, I know. I'm sorry, Jolene. I just had a bad day at work, that's all." Mick breathed out as he walked further into the house, falling into the chair next to his daughter. He looked over at her work, furrowing his eyebrows when he saw the dozens of numbers sprawled out. "Math homework?"
"Yeah. It's kicking my ass." Jolene sighed.
"You need any help with it?" Mick offered, but his daughter shook her head. "No, it's okay. Besides, you're worse than I am at math."
Mick let out a breath as he leaned his arms on the table, resting his head against them. He knew how stubborn Jolene was. Even if he could help her with her work, she'd never let him. There was no use in fighting her.
"By the way, I'm going over to Lydia's later for a party. I'll probably stay over there. You'll be okay, on your own?"
"You're aware that I am a grown adult man?" Mick snarked, always despising the fact that his daughter took care of him so often. Of course, that was Mick's fault. Mick knew he had an issue with alcohol, that he needed to go to rehab or alcoholic's anonymous, anything. He wished to be a better father, but he just couldn't. Numbing the pain was so much easier.
