No Matter What • Stilinski [01]

20//Protecting Mr. Cheekbones

--DISCLAIMER--
I DO NOT OWN TEEN WOLF

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CHAPTER 20

PROTECTING
MR. CHEEKBONES

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As the next day rolled along, Crystal found herself in a position she was most likely not comfortable with. As soon as Scott called to inform her of the Argent's suspicions on Jackson being the second beta; due to the scratches along the back of his neck, the aforementioned boy and his best friend had come to pick her up.

Confusion whirled in her mind, however. Why did they think Jackson was the second beta? Didn't you have to get bitten to turn?

She wasn't so sure, surely you can't get turned by a scratch.

Nerves pricked her skin as she sat in the backseat of the old jeep, fumbling with her fingers. The teenager took a quick glance at the boy in the drivers seat. She still hasn't come to terms with her newly-found feelings for Stiles; she didn't know if she had any feeling's for him at all. All she knew was that every time he took a glance at her through the rear-view mirror; she'd turn red and look away, coughing nervously.

Scott whipped his head around, glancing between his two friends.
"What's going on with you two? I could smell the tension before you even got in the car, Criss."

Crystal's head snapped to the boy, along with Stiles; who had turned bright red. "What, tension? Pfft- no tension here, this is a tension free zone. Zero tension- zero, zilch nada-"

"Will you shut up?" Crystal demanded. Stiles eyes went wide and he focused back on the road again, muttering incoherent words under his breath.

Scott stared at the brunette expectantly, waiting for her response.

Crystal noticed this, "What? Stop looking at me like that."

"Answer the question then."

Crystal decided to play it smart.

"What question?"

Scott rolled his eyes at the girl.

"Why are you guys acting awkward?! I mean it's understandable for him to be awkward but not you." Scott pointed his thumb in the direction of Stiles, who whipped his head around with a shocked expression plastered on his face.

"Wha- hey!"

Scott just grinned, then suddenly; something caught his attention.

"Turn here,"

Crystal thanked the Lord above as Stiles obliged and turned in to what looked like an abandoned parking lot, except for a familiar red SUV parked next to Jackson's infamous shiny Porsche. Stiles pulled up next to the two cars, greeted by a confused Jackson and a suspicious Chris Argent staring at the blue jeep.

"Yo." Scott greeted as the blue Jeep came to a stop.

"What's up?" Stiles soon said after.

Crystal popped her head between the two seats and waved, a sweet smile on her face. "Hi."

"Everything okay?" Scott questioned the two standing outside of the Jeep.