𝐀𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃 𝐂𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐒 𝐈𝐍━︎━︎S. Stilinski²︎

❝CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE❞

▌𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐲-𝐅𝐢𝐯𝐞 ━︎━︎ 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐲 ▌

━︎━︎━︎━︎𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐄, 𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐓𝐓, 𝐀𝐍𝐃 Stiles stood in Noah's office, watching as he looked at himself through a small hand held mirror, fixing his hair. He sighed. "I should've gotten a hair cut."

     Stiles moved to stand in front of him. "Well, you know someone your age should be happy you still have hair to cut."

     Elaine closed her eyes and sighed. "Stiles. . ."

     Scott stepped forwards. "I think you look great."

     "So do I," Elaine nodded.

     "Well, thank you, son and daughter I should've had." Noah said before he let out a sigh and began to remove his tie. "What the hell am I doing? This is a terrible idea."

      Stiles quickly moved to stop him. "What, Dad. . . Dad, it's one date, okay?" He fixed Noah's tie. "The town of Beacon Hills won't implode while you're out with one woman. Or man." Stiles shot his Dad a look.

     "It's a woman, Stiles."

     Stiles nodded and smiled. "Okay."

     "A very beautiful woman."

     Elaine hummed. "And, do tell, what beautiful woman is that?" Stiles pointed at her, looking at his father as he nodded, wanting to know as well.

      "None of your business." Noah answered. "Either one of you."

     Stiles narrowed his eyes. "I wanna know."

     "Yeah, I do too." Elaine nodded.

     Noah looked at her. "You've been hanging out with Stiles too much."

     "Wha―︎" Elaine threw her hands up as she scoffed. Scott smiled in amusement.

     "Stilinski!" When someone yelled out Noah's name the group of four turned. "Stilinski!" Noah quickly opened the door and walked out with the three teenagers following after him. Parrish and another Deputy were holding onto a young boy around their age who was thrashing against his cuffs as he yelled at Noah who came to a stop in front of him. "I'm going to kill you."

     Noah stared at him, unimpressed. "Donovan, if you think that shocks me, remember it was well-documented in your Anger Expression Inventory. Deputies, escort the prisoner out."

     "I'm not angry like I'm gonna throw a brick through your window." Donovan said. "I'm angry, like I'm going to find you, I'm gonna get a knife and I'm gonna stab you with it until you're dead. And when you look at me and you ask me why, remember right now. Because this is why."

     Stiles crossed his arms over his chest, letting the words sink in for a moment before nodding. "Wow, that was awesome. That was awesome. That was great. Can we do one more? Give us another one, maybe like Christopher Walken this time, you know." Donovan continued to stare at him. "Okay, you know what? It's fine. You'll have plenty of time to work on it when you're in your tiny, little cell, you know. Just stuck there forever."