ride [ stiles stilinski. ]

₪ | prologue

   A GIRL STOOD in the night. The streets were empty, the streetlights were dim, some flickering even. The air was thick, as if it was just raining and everything was evaporating. It was a clear sky, the moon overlooking and illuminating the girl that stood there.

   The girl that stood there was wearing a fitting short dark red dress that went down mid-thigh, with black see-through cutout's on the sides. She had black pumps on, and she was wearing a black stylish leather jacket over it. Her dark chocolate hair was becoming frizzy in the humid air, but her hair still remained in perfect, long curls that reached to the middle of her back. 

   She was looking down, though. At the ground. Hoping nobody could see her tears and her sniffled cries. She was waiting for her date for the weekend. For someone who she thought actually liked her for once. And yet, now she stands here, stood up. Alone.

   The girl wiped her streaming makeup from under her eyes, and let out a heavy and shaky sigh. She reached into her jacket pocket and pulled out her iPhone, going straight to iMessage to text her friend to ask to stay over at her place for the weekend, because her older sister would never let her in the house after she said she would be gone for the weekend.

xxx-xxx-xxxx : danny can you pick me up please? ryder stood me up and i have no place to go to for the weekend... 

unknown : Hi, I think you have the wrong number. I'm not Danny, but I'm friends with him? He's actually out of town this weekend. I can pick you up if you'd like? That Ryder guy seems like a complete jerk for standing you up. You can stay at my house for the weekend or at least stay for the night and I could bring you to another friend of yours, I mean if you have one, but of course you have some, well you should because you seem so nice and I'm going to stop ranting now. 

unknown : Oh, and Im sorry, my name is Stiles. Stiles Stilinski.

xxx-xxx-xxxx : oh your the son of the sheriff? you dont have to pick me up, ill just find another friend. and I'm Greyson, but I prefer to be called Grey.

stiles : im picking you up

stiles : where are you?

grey : in front of bhhs, and thanks 

stiles : anytime :), my dad wouldn't let a girl stand out there alone in front of the school anyway and plus I've been awake and bored for over an hour so, thank you for giving me something to do

stiles : i mean i have nothing else to do

stiles : not like i have no life or like I'm a pedophile!

grey : ahahah its okay

stiles : ill be there in 10

   And true to his word, ten minutes later a baby blue jeep was pulling up in front of the dressed up girl, a boy smiling kindly and waving for her to get in. Which she did, but not without tearing the death traps she calls heels off her feet.

   "So, your Greyson, right? I'm pretty sure I've seen you before," Stiles tried to awkwardly drag them from the uncomfortable silence.

   Greyson nodded, laughing shakily as she tried not to break down into tears again for being stood up, "Yeah, Greyson Brooks. I've probably seen you around the Sheriff's office. My dad used to work there before the whole attack and hostage situation in there."

   Stiles furrowed his eyebrows, shaking his head, "Oh I didn't know, maybe school?"

   Grey's cheeks flushed red in embarrassment, "Or school, yeah, you've probably seen me from school."

   He cleared his throat, "So, um, my dad said he's fine with you staying over for the weekend, if you don't have anywhere to go. I have some sweatpants and a sweatshirt you can borrow."

   Grey nodded, smiling lopsidedly, "Do you think I can also maybe- uh - take a shower? I've been drenched in humidity and I have makeup all over me."

   "Oh yeah, of course!" Stiles exclaimed as they pulled in the driveway to the Stilinski household.

   After going in, being welcomed by the Sheriff, and being met with the average teenage boys room, Grey did take a shower. She got all her frustration out by shampooing her hair vigorously. 

   Grey walked out of the bathroom and into Stiles' bedroom, wearing one of his large navy blue hoodies and a pair of baggy black sweatpants that she had to roll up a couple times, yet the ends still sort of covered her feet. She was fine with baggy and large clothing, she loved everything being spacious. Her hair was put into a wet, messy bun, and her makeup had been washed down the drain with the help of a couple dampened toilet paper wads.

   Meanwhile, Scott McCall wanted to visit his old pal while he still could before school started. So he decided to try and pull a Derek and scare Stiles. Scott jumped through the window, his face fully transformed.

   And that's how Stiles sat up straight on the bed, and how Scott and Grey stood facing each other, horrified.

   "Wait-" Scott tried to transform back.

   "I can explain! I-" Stiles began to yell before everything went to chaos.

   Scott began yelling in pain while Stiles tried to run up to the girl and dodge what she was throwing. 

   Greyson Brooks was throwing her heels with pinpoint accuracy towards the "werewolf".

   Eventually everything calmed down, and everything was explained as Greyson Brooks was let in on the supernatural secret of the town.

   Grey still stayed at Stiles' house for the weekend, but she also hung out with Scott. The three bonded greatly.

   And that's how Greyson Brooks life spiraled down into a mess.

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