☆彡 𝘁𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝘄𝗼𝗹𝗳
❛ this isn't just a scarf, alright? y'know, it also doubles up as a super awesome cape. ❜
lois was waiting for superman -
not a teenage beta with a bad
attitude and a habit of wearing
...
A huff passed the teenagers pink lips as her best friend finally exited Beacon Hills High and made his way towards where she sat, perched upon the bonnet of Roscoe — the very same place that she had been sat, for just over an hour.
Lois had been gracious enough to have waited for Stiles the whole time he had been in detention, considering that he was both her only way out of the premises and her best friends of years on end. She wasn't going to just leave him, he would have never let her live it down if she had. Plus, she and Scott were the reason that he had even been given detention. Someone had to take one for the team, after all, and seeing as Scott was the werewolf and Lois couldn't risk getting in trouble (thus potentially sending her father into a nervous breakdown) Stiles was the only remaining contender.
There was no way out of it, this time.
"Take your sweet time, Stiles— why don't you?" Lois called out.
Her butt had gone numb twenty minutes into the restless wait, and her lack of patience had been a curse throughout the entire waiting-game that she had been forced to take part in. She just wanted to get into the jeep and figure out what Scott was up to, and how they were planning on helping Isaac.
"Whilst I just sit out here...freezing my ass off!"
"Oh, yeah?" A scoff was Stiles' feeble response, far too irritated to think of a reasonable comeback, "And who was the one that got me into detention?"
