A Hunter's Game ⚓ Stiles Stilinski

I Just Want to Get to Know You

"Stella! Stella!" Someone yelled from above me as my environment mixed together, making me feel as if I was hallucinating like a man-man.

"Stella, hey!" The voice called out, making the surroundings a bit clearer, but I had to strain my eyes to even tell where I was. It looked like I was on the ground, from the upwards view of the shelves and gas station goods that were placed on them. Oh, and also the view of the pale boy above me.

"It's me, Stiles!" He yelled, and as if his words were magic my vision cleared up, my surroundings resembling the gas station I was in what felt like moments ago. I was aching all over, with a massive headache and nausea haunting me as I looked up at his figure looming over me.

I felt a warm liquid running down my chin as I took uneven breaths, making me reach my hand up and dab at the liquid. When I pulled back, I noticed a purple substance oozing off of my finger, making my eyes widen tremendously and my breath hitch in my throat. My head turned from side to side quickly and I noticed that liquid was almost everywhere on the floor around me and on Stiles. "What the hell?" My raspy voice came out, barely above a whisper as he held both of his hands on my cheeks carefully as if he needed to still me.

"Are you alright?" He asked lowly, his hazel eyes seeming darker than usual as they darted constantly between my eyes and my lips. "Pretty good besides the headache that makes me want to rip out my own hair." I breathed out as I slowly sat up, one of his hands moving to my waist while the other grabbed my hand to help me up. "Well that's nice."

"What are you doing here?" I questioned him as I looked him straight in the eye, my hand shakily retracting out of his to run it through my hair. "I came to fill up my jeep, but when I walked inside you were here seizing on the floor with whatever the hell that is spewing out of your mouth." He explained, his eyes wandering around the floor as he replayed it in his mind, his head shaking slightly in disbelief.

"Well... Thanks for-whatever you did to help me, but I've got somewhere I need to go." I muttered as I stuffed my hands in my damp pockets, my lips curling in disgust.

"You mean school?" He asked, his eyes squinted slightly as he looked at me for an answer. I nodded my head in response, before noticing my scattered clothes next to me, also covered in the purple gunk that apparently was in my body before it made it's way everywhere.

"Oh shit." I murmured, before swiveling my head around and spotting the bathroom. "What's the-Oh." He realized mid-sentence, his face dropping slightly before he looked out the window towards his powder blue jeep.

"You know, I uh, have a change of clothes in the back of my jeep if you need it." He told me, a nervous look engulfing his face as I smiled slightly at him and nodded my head. "Thanks, that would be great." My voice lowering in embarrassment as I rubbed my right hand on my arm.

"Sure thing." He then began to walk as his hand reached into his pocket, pulling out his phone before walking outside. Of course, I had to listen in.

"Hey Scotty, we have a bit of a situation. With Stella. No, her father didn't shoot her again. She had freaking purple shit spewing out of her mouth as she spazzed on the floor! I was just there to-no, she didn't call me. Shut-no, just-I'll tell you when I get there. I know what Mr. Harris would do. C'mon! Scott, just go. Tell them I had a doctor's appointment! Kay bye!" He hurriedly talked into the phone, his free hand flying everywhere.

A disappointed sigh escaped my lips as I looked around at the mess I made, before hearing the sound of the door opening. My head involuntary snapped up to see him carrying folded clothes, a small smile playing on his lips as he lifted them slightly into the air to emphasize that he brought them in.