SIGHT || Teen Wolf (Stilinski)

07||Stolen

Chapter 7

School was canceled Thursday and Friday, which gave Lydia and I a four day weekend to shop and hang out.  Lydia bought more clothes than myself, but she insisted on getting me at least a few things.  By the time we were done, my feet were about ready to fall off.  I ended up just stripping and sleeping the rest of Sunday away in a blissful slumber.  I had stayed with Lydia, again, because my sleepwalking was getting to be a problem and I almost got found out by Ms. Martin when she found Lydia in the kitchen late at night trying to coax me back to bed.

Right now I was throwing on a pair of pants, the shirt the Sheriff had given me, and a cardigan.  Lydia had decided she would just do my makeup all the time, saying that I was a lost hope when it came to that, but honestly I think she just enjoyed doing it.  She let me cover my lips with a watermelon flavored lip gloss and fix my hair so the unruly curls weren't going all over the place, but other than that I was all hers.

Throwing on a pair of brown leather boots and grabbing my matching bag, I headed out of my room and to Lydia's. "I'm leaving!" I said, singing the last word out comically.

"No you're not!" Lydia copied me before coming to her door. "Not without me, at least.  How else would you get to school?"

We made our way down the hall and out the door to her car.  I rolled my eyes and laughed. "I was thinking of running really fast Lyds."

She rolled her eyes and started the car.  The ride to school was filled with a peaceful silence, both of us a little too tired to say much.  She pulled into a parking spot at the front of the school and we got out, walking into the school and meeting Allison at the front.

"It's just weird."  Allison said as we started to walk to class. "Everybody's talking about what happened the other night, and nobody knows it was us."

 "Thank you for the protection of minors." Lydia said happily.

Allison sighed. "Do you guys think I made the wrong decision?" Yes.

"About that jacket with that dress?" Lydia asked. "Absolutely."

Allison gave a sarcastic smile. "You know what I mean."

"Hello?" Lydia said. "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."

I shook my head at Lydia but kept silent about my opinion, saying goodbye to her as Allison and I split off into our class.  We took our seats, mine three back from hers, spaced out accordingly for the economics exam we were about to take.  I knew I had this; nothing was going to go wrong and I would ace it.  School seemed to be the one constant in my life, and it was the one thing I could be proud of.  I had been here for a little over month now and my grades had stayed at a solid hundred in every class.  If there was one thing I knew about myself, my real self, the one from my past, it was that I was an amazing student.

I saw Stiles walk into the class and I waved him over to the seat in front of me.  He sat down, getting his stuff out before turning to me.  He stared at my shirt, squinting suspiciously. "I have that same exact shirt, where'd you get it?"

I shrugged. "Your Dad gave it to me to wear the day I was discharged.  Didn't tell me where he got it from."

"Oh my God, that is my shirt!" Stiles said, reaching over and looking at the tag on the back before mumbling, "He gave you my shirt.  I can't believe he took my shirt."

I glanced down at it. "You―you want it back?  I didn't mean to take it."

"Nah," He sighed, shaking his head. "Looks better on you anyway."