fade #2 (Stiles Stilinski)

Chapter 34

I DO NOT OWN TEEN WOLF. Only Melanie and her plot lines.
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"It probably isn't that hard to get tickets?" I pondered, continuing the whole conversation about us wanting to get into the rave. The rave was basically like a private VIP type club. Or, so I think. For that's all I've heard about it. But, we weren't going to party. We were going to babysit.

That is where Jackson would be. And, even though he told us to stay out of his way or he would kill us, and he's very capable of doing that, and Scott and Stiles have a restraining order against him, we still thought it would be a great idea to continue keeping watch on this teenage boy. Who turns into a man eating lizard.

"Hey." A voice spoke behind me. I jumped a bit, quickly moving my head to the source of the voice.

"Oh, hey Matt." I smiled forcefully, lacing my fingers in between Stiles'.

"Do you guys know why nobody's getting suspended for what happened at the library?" He questioned, causing me to roll my eyes internally.

"Don't worry about it." Stiles glared at the boy, "no one got hurt."

Matt crossed his arms, shaking his head "I had a concussion."

"Yeah, but no one got seriously hurt."

"I was in the ER for six hours!" Matt yelled, about stomping his foot for the dramatic effect.

"You wanna know the truth, Matt? The little bump on your head is about this high on our list of problems right now." Stiles bent down, his hand hovering over the school parking lot's cement.

I grabbed his collar, yanking him back upwards and narrowing my eyes at him. Turning my attention back to Matt, I smiled somewhat sympathetically and somewhat pitifully.

"Are you okay?"

"I'm fine." He huffed, uncrossing his arms and turning his attention to Scott, who was fiddling with the strap of his backpack. "So, did you get tickets?"

Scott's head shot back up, it took him a moment before the werewolf actually knew what Daehler was talking about. Scott disappointingly shook his head, "no, are they still selling?"

"Ah, no. But I managed to snag two online. You should keep trying, sounds like everyone's going to be there."

Two? I swear, if that boy was taking Allison to the rave we were going to have some serious issues.

He smirked, before wandering off in the opposite direction. Once Matt could no longer hear us, Stiles huffed dramatically. "I don't like him."

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I sighed nervously, my palms sweating with anticipation and my breaths uneasy.

What was I doing exactly? Stealing. Yes, I was stealing tickets to the rave. The things I do for these two boys are completely and utterly insane. But, we did have to keep an eye on Jackson and getting into the rave was the way to do it. So, this was my only shot.

I watched carefully as Greenburgh set four tickets down on his desk, him bending down to retrieve something from his backpack.

I was in Math, and the bell was about to ring. Specifically, in eight seconds for lunch.

The plan was, I would stand up right when the bell rung, swiftly grab three of the tickets, bolt out the door, sprint to the lunch room and shove them into Stiles' bag.

I mean, I shouldn't feel too bad, right? The guy was still going to have one ticket left and what the heck was he going to do with four? Yeah, so I'm basically doing him a favor.

The bell screamed as I emerged quickly from my chair, Greenburgh still messing with something in his book-bag.

My shaky hand swiftly snatched three of the tickets, me carefully walking out of the classroom with no suspicion whatsoever.

But, once I was out of eyesight, I sprinted as fast as I could down the hallway. Basically awaiting to be brutally mauled and killed by this kid.

I basically kicked the doors the the lunch room down, walking somewhat casually and somewhat like I was about to explode with fear down to where Scott and Stiles were located.

I crammed the three tickets down Stiles' backpack, which was resting where I would usually be placed.

Once Stiles saw me frantically shoving something into his bag, he suspiciously rose an eyebrow, retracting the French fry from his mouth.

"Melanie, what are you doing?"

My head flung upward, my eyes most likely filled with complete insanity. The boys looked taken back at my odd expression, for they both simultaneously gave one another an awkward glance.

"What happened, Mel?" Asked Stiles, pushing his plate of fries to the side.

"We're getting into the rave." I tried, finally collecting myself and plopping down next to my boyfriend.

"What–how?" Scott's eyes widened, a small smile breaking out onto his face.

"I stole some tickets and then shoved them into Stiles' bag." I smiled nervously, watching as Stiles face contorted happily.

"No way!" He cheered, slamming his hands down onto the table absentmindedly. "That's my girl."

I grinned as Stiles rose his hand up for a high five, me happily accepting it.

"Who did you steal them from?" Asked Scott, raising an eyebrow.

"Greenburgh. But he still has one left." I shrugged, jumping when the lunch room doors opened once again.

"Dude, I don't know what happened? I had four on my desk and now I just have one." I heard the familiar lacrosse players voice, my heart rate beginning to pick up.

The guy next to him shrugged, "Why did you buy four?"

"I was going to take three really hot girls, they were smokin' man."

"Three?" His friend questioned as they came closer to our lunch table, about to pass us.

"Yeah, three's better than one, right?"

"I don't know bro, I can't even get one." His friend huffed as their conversation was now out of earshot, as well as no longer interesting.

I rolled my eyes, crossing my arms in the process, "I'm glad I took those tickets."
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