The Wild Side | Stiles Stilinski | One

27 - The Trick

I slammed my lunch tray onto the table, plopping down in the seat next to Scott. He and Stiles both jumped, sharing a surprised look and eyeing my wide grin nervously.

"Uh, hey Scarlett," Scott greeted.

"Hey!" I replied. I fixed my skirt underneath me before digging into my lunch.

Scott seemed to shrug my vigor off, returning to his meal. There was a wary silence as Stiles watched me from the other side of the table.

"Okay," he broke after a few seconds, "why are you so smiley?"

"Wha' d'ya mean?" I asked through a mouthful of chicken.

"I mean you're all like...perky...and frankly it's starting to freak me out."

"What? Just because you're an angst-fest doesn't mean I'm not allowed to be happy."

"I'm not an angst fest. I'm just a little tired from all the research I've been doing, completely by myself, because apparently, I am the only person taking this whole 'search for a cure' thing seriously!"

"I've done plenty of research," I replied haughtily. "Plus, we've already got a pretty big clue from Derek."

"Can you not talk about your werewolf boyfriend for like two seconds?!"

"Please, I haven't heard from Derek since the note on the full moon. If anyone's dating him, it's Scott. He's the only one Derek will talk to anyway."

Scott snorted, but didn't reply. At this point, he knew better than to step into the middle of one of our quip-offs.

"Thank God," Stiles groaned. "The last thing I need is that weirdo showing up unannounced, in the middle of the night, creeping outside my window or something."

"Are you sure?" I asked with mock concern. "You sound kind of jealous. Is someone upset they didn't get a personalized message from Derek?"

"No! I am not, thank you. I'm relieved."

"I don't know. You're not harboring a fetish for brooding werewolves, are you?"

"No, Scarlett," Stiles growled. "I am not harboring any sort of fetish involving any sort of werewolf, thank you very much."

I smirked at him over the top of my water bottle. "The lady doth protest too much, methinks..."

I winked, causing Scott to laugh and Stiles to groan.

"Why are we even friends? God, you're exhausting."

"Well you better perk up, bucko. Can't be tired this weekend."

Stiles relaxed, finally realizing what was causing my good mood. Scott, on the other hand, was two steps behind.

"Did I miss something?" he asked, looking between us with a smirk. "What's this weekend?"

I turned to him, affronted. "Do you listen when I talk, Scott?"

"Sometimes," he said with a sheepish smile.

"It's Halloween, dumbass," Stiles reminded him; he looked like he was restraining himself from throwing something.

"Oh. Right."

Scott nodded in realization, not seeming all that enthusiastic. I chose to ignore that fact as I continued.

"Do you know how long I've waited for Halloween to be on a weekend?" I gushed.

"Like, five or six years?" Stiles quipped. "That's generally the way years work, you know, rotating days."

I glared at him for a few seconds. Then I shook it off, sitting up tall, taking a deep breath, and raising my hands.