transcendent ༜stiles stilinski༜ [1] (UNDER EDITING)

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"It's not a group date. It's a group thing."

I sit in the back of Lydia's car as she speeds through the empty street. Scott didn't know I was back neither did Stiles. Jay brought me back when he moved his things into his new house. He felt it was his job to watch me since I'm a werewolf. The first night I got back to Tetra Field, he helped me look into that book. The one Deaton told me to look for and read. I went straight to Jay's new house and asked Lydia to pick me up from there. Then I would go home and see Scott.

A totally Stiles-proof plan.

"Do they know it's a group thing?" I ask.

"Yeah, 'cause I told you that I'm not ready to get back out there," Allison adds.

"I'm biased. You and Scott are soulmates."

She looks at me and I wriggle my eyebrows more than twice.

"Don't make me bring Stiles into this."

"Please don't. I'm going to avoid him."

"Why?" Lydia asks.

"Because my werewolf hormones are all over the place and I might do something."

"Like kiss him?"

"I don't know."

Allison lets out a loud gasp. "You're the only person in this car that's still a virgin."

My face gets hot. "So, Lydia, how's J-"

"Don't say his name."

"Is he okay?" I ask. "Did everything work out?"

"Well, the doctors looked like idiots when he turned up alive, but everyone got over it. And yes, Derek taught him the werewolf 101, like how not to randomly kill people during a full moon."

"So you've talked to him?"

"Uh, not since he left for London."

"You mean since his dad moved him to London," Allison replies.

"Whatever. He left. And seriously, an American werewolf in London? Like that's not gonna be a disaster."

"So you're totally over him?"

"Would I be going on a group date if I wasn't?"

Allison and I laugh teasingly. Lydia sighs in exasperation.

"Yes, it is a group date. It's not an orgy. You'll live."

"An orgy?" I ask raising an eyebrow.

"Yes, an orgy," she says laughing.

I sit on the edge of my seat resting my elbows on the arm rest in front of me. "I barely made it through the last date with... Evan?"

"You remember!"

I look at her laughing and I make eye contact with a pair of brown eyes in the car next to us. I slide down in my seat. Stiles and Scott. Allison looks over and the smile is wiped off her face.

"Lydia drive," I command.

"I can't see him, not now," Allison says.

"Drive!"

"It's red light," Lydia replies.

"Please go!"

Stiles rolls down the window. "Hey!"

"Go!" I shout.

Lydia purses her lips and glances at Allison. She presses the gas pedal and we zoom away from the light. And the two teenage boys. Allison sighs in relief.