innocent::stiles stilinski

Prologue

"Forever is a long time. But. I wouldn't mind spending it by your side"

||Bad Girls MKTO

"I just wanted to tell you both....You're idiots and I hate you"

The brunette girl huffed throwing her hands upwards in exasperation.

'Trudging through the woods at 11:57 great pass time' she thought.

Gwyn tripped causing her to fall into a pale boy, whims hair had been all but nearly shaved off.

She nearly squealed at his touch.

"Hey Gwyn, you okay?" The teen brushed her shoulders and frowned.

Well due to her near exposure of her infatuation with Stiles, and the fact that she was in the woods at midnight. Absolutely perfect.

"Stiles, you two hooligans practically kidnapped me, in the middle of the night, before first day of sophomore year? Yeah do you think I'm okay!"

Stiles laughed along with her asthmatic friend aka Scott McCall.

The leaves continued to crunch beneath their feet.

The wind whistled through the tree's creating an eerie creepiness.

Gwyn shivered.

"I agree! Stiles I wanted to get a good night's sleep before practice tomorrow." Scott whined.

"Yeah cause sitting on the bench takes such a grueling effort".

"No because I'm playing this year. In fact I'm making first line".

Gwyn's eyes widened and she had to quench her laughs.

The duo's voices trailed off.

Gwyn bit her lip slightly and stood down, she rubbed up and down her arm goosebumps erupting under her touch.

She studied her surroundings, an overwhelming sense of dread had settled in the pit of her stomach.

A little voice in her head screeched. 'Go back! Before it's too late!'

She shook of the tingles of fear and scurried after the two boys.

"So, what half of the body are we looking for?"

Stiles scratched his neck halting "Huh, I didn't really think about that"

Laughing he started once again.

"And what if whatever killed the body is still out there"

Scott asked mockingly, already accepting that Stiles wouldn't have an answer.

"Also something I didn't think about".

The trio began to climb a slope in the undergrowth.

"Well Stiles".

Gwyn began a mock clap.

"You have now raised my concern of social companions".

Scott chuckled lightly.

"Comforting to know you planned this out with your usual attention to detail."

Scott panted, quickly pulling out his inhaler.

"I know" .

Stiles retorted his mind set on finding the corpse.

Gwyn noticed and stopped concern growing for the tan boy.

"Scott are you okay mate? Hey Stiles maybe the severe astheimatic should be the one holding the flashlight! No?"

Scott met Gwyn's eyes and whispered "I'm good".