Clones » Teen Wolf

0.09

"teenagers scare the living shit outta me. they could care less, as long as someone will bleed. so darken your clothes, or strike a violent pose. maybe they'll leave you alone, but not me."

-teenagers, my chemical romance

S T I L E S

"So... You think we're connected? Like we feel each others pain?" Stuart asks me.

I nod and show him the back of my head. "Erica hit me with a piece of my engine, in the exact same spot yours suddenly appeared. It's the only possible answer. I mean, we are connected. It would make sense." I tell him. He looks at me in wonder.

Then I look at the mischievous glint in his eye.

"Whatever you're thinking, stop."

Stuart just laughs and shakes his head. "I just want to test this theory!"

Soon I feel my skin being pinched. Really hard.  I yell and look at my arm, it was slowly turning my red.

I look up and watch Stuart pinch himself.

"Stop it dude! That hurts!"

Stuart chuckles and let's go of his skin. "Totally worth it." I roll my eyes.

It was then I noticed the mechanic taking out some of my engine.

"Hey! Hey? Wh... What do you think you're doing? All I needed was a starter." I yell towards him.

He sighs and gets up to look at me with a pointed glare.

"Yeah, but it looks like your whole exhaust system has got to be replaced here."

I furrow my eyebrows. "Why do I get the feeling you're slightly over-estimating the damage?"

The mechanic gives me a smug smirkS "It's probably gonna run you around like twelve hundred, parts and labor."

"Are you kidding?" I sputter out. "This thing doesn't have a catalytic converter. And yes, I know what a catalytic converter is." I huff and cross my arms.

"Do you know what a limited slip differential is?"

My eyes widen. Shit. "No..."

He just laughs at me in response. "Yeah, coming on more like fifteen hundred."

I groan. "Okay. Just finish. I'll be back here, seething with impotent rage!"

What a tool.

I huff and open the door, but when I touch it something sticky and nasty was on it.

Stuart was right behind me, and he touched the doorknob too. "Ewgh." He said, trying to shake it off.

"Oh. Nice. It's real sanitary. Quality establishment you're running here." I yell back towards the douchebag.

I look around the office, to find a bunch of pictures of him, one picture caught my eye.

He was a Beacon Hills Lacrosse Captain. "Figures." I whisper.

"Uh... Stiles?" I heard Stuart say, I turn around to watch his legs shake.