Afterlife {Stiles Stilinski Book One}

Chapter 13

I woke up to the sound of an annoying alarm. "No stop that hellish noise." Stiles complains holding his head. I reach over him grabbing his phone and turning off the alarm. "You have to be hella hungover. But we have to go to school." I say. I go downstairs and grab some aspirin and water. "No everything is spinning. I think I'm gonna die." Stiles exaggerates. "Yeah you might die, if you don't go to school your dad will kill you. Either way I'm getting ready. Do you mind if I shower here?" I question. "Go right ahead." Stiles says. I get an idea. "You could always shower with me." I suggest. Stiles shoots up out of bed. "Really?" He asks. "No. I just knew it would get you up." I explain. "Tease." He mumbles.

"You know you love me." I tease. "Not really no." He jokes. I playfully smack his arm. I grab my clothes and a towel. I then take the fastest shower of my life. I change into some black leggings and a white shirt with a black heart that says love in white lettering. I then brush my teeth. I exit the bathroom to Stiles already dressed. The aspirin must've kicked in because he looks better.

"Good morning beautiful." Stiles says. "Good morning to you too handsome." I reply. I kiss him and he pulls away. "I haven't even brushed my teeth yet." Stiles states. "So?" I ask. I pull him in for a longer kiss. "As much as I love kissing you, we have to get going soon. I still need to brush my teeth." Stiles reminds me. "Fine. I need to do my makeup anyway." I pout and cross my arms. "You don't need to do your makeup. You look gorgeous without it." Stiles says. "Flattering will get you nowhere Stilinski." I comment. He raises his eyebrows and his honey eyes bore into mine. I could get lost in those eyes. "Okay maybe it'll get you somewhere." I admit.

I quickly do my makeup, I only put on clear lipgloss instead of my normal red so Stiles' face doesn't get covered in lipstick. Stiles kicks me out of the bathroom. I take this as the perfect opportunity to feed. I pull a blood bag out of my bag. It's still good to eat if you store it at room temperature, it just doesn't taste the same. I start to drink it and then I get caught up in it. I don't even notice Stiles is in the room looking like he's gonna pass out. "I'm sorry I thought you would be in there for longer." I apologize. I put the empty bag back into my purse. "It's fine, I'm just not very fond of blood." He admits.

"I know. That's why I waited until you were in the bathroom. I know it's disgusting, I wouldn't do it if I didn't have to. I don't want you to see me like this, like a monster." I explain. "Hey you never have to hide anything from me. I don't think you're a monster and I never will." Stiles assures me and kisses my head. "You know you're the best boyfriend ever." I say. "I know." He jokes. "We should go now." I remind him.

We get into his Jeep and drive to school. We walk though the doors of Beacon Hills High with intertwined hands. This is our first day at school as a couple. Stiles walks me to my locker , so I can put the things I don't need away. "I have to go find my dad. See you in class." Stiles says. We share a quick goodbye kiss. Lydia and Allison walk up to me. Lydia has a shocked look on her face. I never told her I was dating Stiles. "Who were you just kissing? And more importantly, why didn't you tell me?" Lydia questions. "First of all that was Stiles my boyfriend. I've talked about him a million times, and you've shared multiple conversations. He sits behind you in history." I explain. "Yeah doesn't ring a bell. I'll try harder to remember him though." Lydia assures.

"Everybody's talking about what happened the other night, and nobody knows it was us. " Allison states. "Thank you for the protection of minors." Lydia says. "Guys do you think I made the wrong decision?" Allison questions. "About that jacket with that dress. Absolutely." Lydia replies. "You know what I mean." Allison says. "I can't be objective." I state. "Hello? Scott locked us in a classroom and left us for dead. He's lucky we're not pressing charges or making him pay our therapy bills." Lydia says. "He was doing it so Derek couldn't get in. Scott did it to protect us. He knew the police would be able to get us out." I explain.