Insomnia: A Teen Wolf fanfic

*Were Chameleons, Jauguars, and... Berzerkers? Oh my!

I sat up inching to the edge of my seat as Stiles tried to hide his face again. "Do not," Danny hissed. "I'm just going to ask about Scott," I whispered. "If you go over there I will post your middle school Sherlock fanfiction to the school newsletter," he threatened. "You wouldn't dare," I hissed. "Try me. And if I catch you text him while you're next to me I will link your abandoned Wattpad account to newsletter's home page," Danny warned. I bit my lip trying to keep back a low growl. "I hate you," I said roughly turning the page of the packet and staring at the questions with the anger I wanted to direct at him. "You'll thank me one day," Danny noted. The bell rang and Stiles practically ran out. I rushed out after him and a tug at my collar pulled me back. "So what are you wearing to the game tonight," Danny asked. My eyes followed Stiles's hair as I stood, helpless to go after him.

In econ I was presented with a welcome back card signed by cross country and lacrosse. Lydia kidnapped me after and I sat in Macey's twitching as she tried to find ways to dress more sophisticated without, and I quote, looking like a politician. She had been talking about clothes for the past hour and I continued to nod along as I tried to fight back my twitching need to scream and run. Having my day hijacked with no control felt like putting mentos in coke, inside of an air tight container. "Okay you're starting to look like a tea kettle, what's up," Lydia questioned. "I can't do this," I said. "Okay, fine we'll go to Target," Lydia said with distaste.

"No I- That's not what I meant. I mean I can't do this intervention thing you and Danny have laid out for me. Okay? I just. I need to do this and navigate this on my own. I'm going out of my mind with the lack of control in my day as you two seem to have planned minute by minute what I'm supposed to do to keep my mind off Stiles and the more I have to not think about him, the more I'm thinking about him," I snapped rattling off. "I told Danny this would never work," Lydia thought aloud. She bit her lip looking around the store. "Go," she said. "What," I asked confused. "Go home and take control back of your day," she said. I pulled her into a tight hug. "Text me if you need me at all," she offered. "You're the best," I called walking for the exit. "I know," she said flipping her hair back over her shoulder.

I sat in my room working on catching up on school work. I felt eyes on me and looked up to see Stiles. "Hey," he said hesitantly. "Hi. I promise Lydia and Danny will not be kidnapping me any time soon," I noted. He nodded quietly and seemed to realize he hadn't said anything out loud. "How have you been," he asked. "I'm okay. A lot of scrambling to catch up with school," I said. There's something I should be asking him. He nodded opening his mouth to speak when Scott called, "Stiles." "I'll see you later," Stiles said with a wave before rushing out. I sat frozen unable to do anything but watch him leave. Shit! I was supposed to find out what they were up to. I groaned frustrated and collapsed back onto my bed. My phone buzzed. Where are you assholes? I'm at the pizza place all alone. Danny. Lydia messaged back. My fault I'm holding Ange hostage looking at tights. Be there soon. She's covering for me. I got a text just from her. I forgot about pizza omw to your house now. I changed and walked downstairs to wait for her.

We sat with Danny after ordering some food. "We haven't done this in a minute," Danny noted. I checked my phone again as if it would turn up with a message from Scott or Stiles. A notification from Heather popped up. The huntress and her hound seek vengeance among smoke and mirrors. "Who is it," Danny questioned. "Heather," I said rereading the text. It was off. This was definitely banshee related. The huntress and her hound? "Didn't they find her body," Danny started. "No my British friend in New York," I corrected. "What is it," Lydia asked. "I'm not sure," I admitted with a shrug.

We sat in silence for a few minutes. "I still can't believe Malia said she'd leave you for dead in Mexico," Danny said to Lydia. I received a confused look from Danny and Lydia as I burst into a fit of laughter. "I'm sorry, you're right it's not funny," I apologized twisting some melting cheese around my fry. "You really don't hate her," Danny asked. "She's given me no reason to," I shrugged. "Honestly, good for you but I'm still sad you're too mature to talk shit or burn all the couple-y things," Danny noted. I smiled and shrugged before questioning, "So are we done controlling my schedule to the minute to avoid Stiles?" "Fine," Danny sighed. "Thank you. I really appreciate the thought behind it," I replied. Lydia looked to her phone. "I have to go," she said standing up. "Go where," I questioned. "I have a thing," she shrugged and started out. "Why the suspicious look," Danny asked after she left. "She's a bad liar," I noted.