HELL ☉ S. STILINSKI [ 3 ]

Nineteen ~ Permit

A groan escaped Brianna's lips as she stared at the map. You have got to be kidding me. Turns out the coyote that tried to turn her into dinner is actually a girl called Malia Tate also known as the eldest daughter in Brianna's vision. That wasn't even the craziest part, Scott wants to help her even though three members of his pack - including himself - weren't exactly the most sane people themselves.

This is going to be an eventful few days.

Stiles pointed to a specific place on the map, "Here's where we found the den. It's right in the middle of the hiking trails." He explained.

"Well, that could narrow it down. Coyotes travel in fixed trails. But I think you're right about her not going back to the den. Coyotes don't like wolves. And they're really smart. If they don't want to be heard, they actually walk on their toes." Allison explained.

Stiles's mouth opened slightly, "Coyotes tip-toe?" He asked in amazement making Brianna face palm. Why do I date him?

Allison sighed, "They tip-toe." The bell rang and Allison pursed her lips. "I got to go but send me the pinned location."

Brianna waved goodbye and began to walk Stiles to his seat, "So this Malia girl, we're gonna help her?"

"You don't seem to happy." He mused as he sat down.

"Well she did try and turn me into dinner." Brianna huffed as she ran her hands through her hair. "I don't know, maybe we're hurting more than we're helping."

Stiles shrugged, "Well, we'll talk about it later. Meet me at lunch?"

"Always." Brianna smirked at him before taking her seat next to Kira's seat.

Mister Yukimura was deep into his talk about prisoners of war and internment camps while Brianna began doodling in the corner of her notebook. Malia Tate. That name it felt like it had meaning and that somehow she'd be important but Brianna just didn't know how. The deep thoughts about the werecoyote was interrupted by mister Yukimura asking Stiles to read.

"Oh, um," Stiles began to reply. "Maybe- maybe someone else could."

"Everybody participates in my class mister Stilinski." The teacher urged making Brianna grimace.

Stiles had opened up to her about the fact he didn't know if was ever really away because he couldn't ready anything. Now he was going to have to read. Brianna couldn't take her eyes off her boyfriend as he stumbled up to the reading podium. Stiles looked at the book and began squinting. Oh god not now. Stiles gripped the wood as if he was about to faint and in sync Scott and Brianna began to make their way over to him.

"Stiles," Brianna said calmly. "Are you okay?"

When they received no reply Scott pursed his lips towards the blonde before repeating, "Stiles- Stiles are you okay?"

The boy nearly fell over which made Scott and Brianna hurry themselves. As Brianna assured mister Yukimura that Stiles would be okay, Scott helped his best friend out of the room with Brianna following after. When they were out of the room the quickened themselves as they headed to the boys locker room where Stiles practically fell on the sinks.

"Stiles, look at me, man." Scott said frantically. "Is this a panic attack?"

"It's a dream, it's a dream. This is just a dream."

"No, it's not. This is real. You're here. You're here with me." Brianna assured him.

Scott glanced between the pair of them, "Okay, what do you do? I mean, like, how do you tell if you're awake or dreaming?" He asked.