Fuel The Phoenix ➳ Stiles Stilinski [6]

Helium

"How many times did I tell you Stiles?! And now you have a sprained wrist! All because both of you wouldn't listen to me. God I could kill you both."

That was my sixth rant. They were both counting. Because I got dragged out of bed for another scheme.

And since when the hell did we have so much confidence in the Jeep to pull off a car chase?! Seriously, when?

Because that thing is hanging on by the last piece of duct tape along with my sanity.

"Come on Sky would you just relax—"

"Oh no," Scott groaned hanging his head.

Relax? I could be sleeping! I could be in a warm cozy bed dreaming of killing my boyfriend.

Instead, I'm awake and cold wishing I could kill my boyfriend.

"Me relax? Me relax?! You want me to break that wrist further Stilinski? Do you?" I haven't even turned eighteen yet and I feel like the responsible adult.

How is that even possible? When the hell did I get so boring? Wow, I need to loosen up.

"It's fractured," Stiles said as if that made this situation any better. "It's fine Sky. I'm not hurt."

I hummed folding my arms and nodding. "Shame." I glanced over at the deputy fixing the brace on Stiles' arm. "Make sure to put that on real tight would you?"

He did his best to remain professional as he continued to help Stiles while I stared at Scott who looked a little too happy to just be stood there.

Time to ruin that.

"And you," I pointed at my best friend in utter disappointment. "Scott out of the three of us you're supposed to be the most sensible."

That's when Scott's mouth fell open at my comment. "He's the one who dragged me out of bed!"

"Sometimes Stiles can't even drag me out of bed!" I argued slapping my palm to my face. "You let him influence you!"

"He's my best friend!"

"Yeah!" Stiles held up his free hand for Scott to high-five and I glared at both of them.

A look that made them both lower whatever hands they were about to celebrate with.

"Sorry," Scott mumbled putting his hands in his pockets awkwardly going back to staring at the floor. "But you came out with us."

I have a perfectly good excuse for that! Which makes me sound equally as pathetic.

I didn't wanna be left out.

"In case you needed a lawyer. And by the way, I quit. Defending your case on property damages is way above my pay grade—" which is zero. And I'd probably end up prosecuting them instead of defending them. "—you two are going to prison."

"Relax," Stiles groaned when the deputy near us tightened the brace. Perfect timing. "I have an in with the cops."

And then came over the Sheriff who looked way more than exasperated. Oh god.

"What in the hell were you three thinking?"

All three of us turned around to face Noah Stilinski. Stiles' supposed in with the cops. Except Stiles created enough havoc in Mr Stilinski's life to also be on the prosecuting side of things.

Even though I know his father would give his all for his son, there are just some limits people have. And a cops is the law.

"Three?" I barked a laugh taking a step away from Scott and Stiles. "Hah! No. Two. These two. Not me."