Monster » (Stiles Stilinski)[Book 3]

More Bad Than Good

Out of all the crazy, stupid plans we've come up with; I think this might be the best one yet. 

After Stiles panic attack, the bell had rang and that new girl Kira, tried bringing Stiles and Scott their bags before getting attacked by Malia. Malia had chased her into the locker room but Scott managed to save her. We found out that it wasn't Kira that Malia was after, it was the creepy ass doll Stiles had taken from the crash. It was freaky how he kept the stupid thing. 

Stiles defended himself, saying he took it so that me and Scott could use it to find a scent or something. Personally, I question his rationality sometimes. 

Now? 

Right now we were all gathered at the Vet's office, getting ready to lay our plan into motion. But first, we had a few things to pick up. 

"Xylazine. It's a tranquilizer for horses." Deaton explained while setting down three bottles of the tranqs. "For a werecoyote, except it to work within seconds. I only have three, so whoever's shooting needs to be a damn good shot." 

I crossed my arms in front of my chest, leaning into Isaac's embrace while sighing. Allison was our best shot but she had still been having trouble. I mean, she almost shot an arrow straight through Lydia's head. She was our best shot but there was no telling if she'd be able to hit the target right now... 

"Allison's a perfect shot." Scott answered quickly. I know he still thinks highly of her, I mean, she was his first love after all but I think Scott's being blinded by his love for her. Allison was a perfect shot but at the same time, we all knew that there was no telling what would happen with the darkness trying to surrounded her heart and throwing off her aim. 

"She-She used to be." Isaac corrected him. Oh no, not this again. But it was already too late. 

"She can do it." Scott replied. 

Isaac just crossed his arms in front of his chest, giving Scott a look. "If we manage to find the thing." 

"Isaac-.." I tried dissolving the situation before it began but it was already too late. Great, another Stiles vs Isaac debate during the most inconvenient times. 

"Okay, what is the point of him?" Stiles asked, pointing to Isaac. Scott and I exchanged a look, rolling our eyes at the sight of them fighting in front of us. "Seriously, I mean, what is his purpose? Aside from the persistent negativity and the scarf?" 

"Stiles, stop." I tried telling him but Isaac didn't help the situation when he flashed a sarcastic smile at Stiles. Oh dammit. 

"What's up with the scarf anyway? It's 65 degrees out." Stiles added. 

I rolled my eyes, putting a hand on Isaac and Stiles chest to keep them from fighting each other. They could kill each other later after we figure out how to turn this Malia chick back into a girl. 

"I think the scarf looks adorable on you.." I whispered to Isaac, giving him a small smirk and a wink before I turned my attention back to Stiles. "We don't have time for this all right, we need to focus on the situation at hand."