Another Martin (Stilinski)

Chapter 7

I don't own Teen Wolf (If I did Stiles would be shirtless.. A lot)

"Hoosiers is not only the best basketball movie ever, it is the best sports movie ever made." Jackson said as we pulled into the video store parking lot.

  "No." I told him. I was set on watching Mean Girls.

  "It's got Gene Hackman and Dennis Hopper." He argued.

  "No." I said once again.

  "Taylor I swear to god your gonna like it." He told me.

  "No." I told him once more.

  "I am not watching Mean Girls again!" He yelled.

"Oh my god Jackson, babe, just get both movies, dear god the world is not gonna end if we don't watch Hoosiers." I told him.

"Thank you!" He said as he kissed my cheek and ran inside.

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The last five minutes were spent with me taking selfies on my phone for Instagram cause I had on a really cute outfit and I was in really good lighting. Then I heard a crashing sound and saw some giant beast jumping through the window. I let out a scream louder than a banshee's.

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I am now sitting on the back of an ambulance next to Jackson holding onto his hand like I might die if I let go. I didn't even know what they were saying, I was to shocked to care. I then started to zone into the real world when I heard Jackson yelling.

  "Why the hell cant I just go home?" Jackson yelled at the Sheriff.

  "I hear ya, but the EMT said you hit your head pretty hard. They just want to make sure you don't have a concussion." Sheriff said.

  "What part of I'm fine are you having a problem grasping? Okay I want to go home!" Jackson yelled again letting go of my hand.

  "And I understand that." Sheriff told him calmly.

  "No you don't understand! Which kinda blows my mind since that should be a pretty easy concept to grasp for a minimum wage Rent-A-Cop like you! Okay now I wanna go home!" Jackson yelled, getting really frustrated.

  "Oh woah, is that a dead body!" Stiles yelled, getting out of his dad's police car.

  "Everybody back up. Back up." Sheriff said.

*Next Morning*

"Hey Taylor are you sure you're fine? You don't want me to stay with you?" Lydia asked me for the millionth time this morning.

  "Yes Lydia, I'm fine. I'm just gonna sleep all day then mom got those pills for me, so I'll be good." I told her. "Just tell Allison I said happy birthday!" I said as she walked out of the room.

"Will do!" Lydia yelled back.

*End of School Day*

"Tay I'm home!" I heard Lydia yell.

"Woohoooo!!" I yelled, giggling. I heard someone knocking on the front door then I heard footsteps coming up to my room. I was currently just playing with my nails.

  "Tay, there's a Stiles here to see you." My mom told me as she opened my door.

  "What the hell is a Stiles?" I muttered.

"Uh she took a little something to ease her nerves. You can go in." My mom told Stiles.

  "Thanks." He said and walked over to my bed.

  "What are you doing here?" I asked him whilst slightly sitting up.

  "I was just making sure you were okay." He said.

  "Why?" I said, patting my bed, signaling him to sit down.

  "Because I was worried about you." He said, awww he's sweet. "How are you feeling?" He asked me. I grabbed his arm.

  "I feel fantastic." I said, getting really close to his face.

  "Ohhh. I bet you can't say 'I saw Suzy sitting in a shoeshine shop' ten times fast." He challenged me. Well then challenge accepted.

  "I saw Shuzy-" crap, that's not right, "I shaw-" shit, that's not right either, "I saw.." I started thinking about last night.

  "What Taylor? What did you see?" He asked me.

  "Something." I said, not really knowing what I saw.

  "Something like a mountain lion?" He asked me.

  "A mountain lion." I told him.

  "Are you sure you saw a mountain lion? Or are you just saying that cause that's what the police told you to?" He asked me again.

  "A mountain lion." I assured him.

"Taylor what's this?" He said, grabbing something off my nightstand but I couldn't see what it was cause my vision is really blurry.

  "A mountain lion." I guessed.

  "Okay. You're so drunk." He said as I laid my head on his lap. "Oh my god." I heard him say as he lightly pushed my head off his lap and I fell back on my pillow but quickly sat up again. "Well I'm gonna go, uh- let you get back to the whole post traumatic stress thing." He told me, heading towards the door.

"Mm stay." I told him just as he was about to shut the door.

  "Me stay? You want me to stay?" He asked as he ran back into my room.

  "Mmhm. Yes please. Stay." I whispered as I rested my hands on his cheeks "Please Stiles stay." I said.

  "O-okay but just till you fall asleep" he said as he laid next to me. I grabbed his arm and put it around my waist so we were spooning.

  "You want me to get that?" He asked me as my phone vibrated, but I didn't feel like answering him since I was so tired. "I don't know how to- oh god." He said. I didn't care what he found as I slipped into a dreamless slumber.

*Third person POV*
"Let me tell you there's plenty to say about Taylor and Lydia." The teacher said.

  "Did I not predict this?" Mr. Martin told his ex wife.

  "Here we go total nuclear meltdown as usual." Natalie said, looking at the teacher.  

  "So what is it? Is it their grades? Concentration issues? Erratic behavior?" Mr. Martin said, looking at Natalie.

"I'm not the one who told them that they have to choose who they want to live with." She directed at Mr. Martin. "As if that wouldn't warp two sixteen year old girls." Natalie said, looking at the teacher.

  "Just tell us what the problem is." Mr. Martin said.

  "I wasn't aware there was a problem." The teacher said while Natalie smiled smugly at her ex husband. "Academically Taylor and Lydia are the finest students I've ever had." She said whilst Taylor was at home looking at her tear stained face in the mirror with Lydia behind her. "Their AP classes push their GPA's above 5.0." She said, while at home, Taylor and Lydia were both trying to fix their makeup to make them look stronger to make it seem like they had no problems, to make it seem like they weren't hurting on the inside. "I'd actually like to have their IQ tested. And socially they display outstanding leadership qualities, I mean they are real leaders." The teacher finished.

Thanks for reading this chapter I'm posting one more tonight then I'm gonna go to sleep!
-Hannah<3