The Panic Attack

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Stiles was sitting on the bench in the locker room, his hair tangled between his digits, tugging furiously at it. Then, a door slammed open and a very, very hard voice was shouting. Wait, he couldn't recognize the voice because he was worried about dying currently.

Scott bolted over to the paler teen who was crying harder than he was in the bathroom. His digits gripping his jaw he tapped his cheek. "C'mon, breath! I can't lose you now!" He shouted before slamming his lips onto the teen's apricot ones.

| | : Sorry for the short chapter, I didn't know what to do! I wanted to quickly go to Stile's P.O.V.

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