Skinny love (a stilinski love story- teen wolf)

9

My eyes were wide open and I couldn't go to sleep. There were too many questions running through my mind. I heard Danny snore to my right loudly. A smile covered my face as I thought about what great friends I had. Danny has texted everyone else saying I was safe but tired. I knew I would be getting an earful tomorrow. Closing my eyes, I decided to try and calm my mind down but I felt an arm pull me to the left against a hard chest.
Jackson had insisted on staying the night with Danny and I. I had a feeling I wouldn't be going anywhere without him for awhile. With that thought on my mind, sleep soon overtook me without warning.
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"Where the hell were you last night? And Jackson was worried about you? And you didn't answer any of my texts or calls?" I got my English materials from my locker along with the next two blocks knowing I wouldn't have time to in between classes. Hastily, I shoved them in my bag before closing the locker door and looking to the hazel-eyed boy next to me. "Hey" I said with a calm cool collected voice.
I could see that he was about to burst and apparently so could Scott from a few feet away. Scott started make his way toward us but as he arrived. "HEY. A HEY IS ALL I-" he stops. "Nope nope. Not doing this. Tell me everything." Scott grins and puts a hand on Stiles as we share a look knowing how crazy he could get.
A large body suddenly comes into my sight making a wall between me and the boys. Jackson gives them a menacing glare. "She doesn't owe anything to you." I wince slightly at his cold tone and watch as Stiles' and Scott's eyes widen. Not wanting to make a large scene, I put my hand out Jacksons shoulder just as Scott had to Stiles a few moments before.
"Hey, it's all right," I gently murmured. "Don't worry about it." Through the corner of my eye, I could see Stiles and Scott staring at wonder. I saw the questions basically racing through their minds but Scott kept his emotions much more in check. Jacksons muscles relieved of theirs tension under my hand but I could see Stiles fuming. I quickly glanced at Scott, gesturing to Stiles, before leading Jackson away unaware of Lydia's and Allison's looks.
They soon came into sight however. "I'm fine," I reassure. "And if I'm right I have to get to English in 4- 3 -2- 1." The bell let's out a shrill ring as a warning for students to get to class. I take it as my cue to escape the situation and rush to the first hour of hell early.
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"Hey hey heyyyyyy" I sing dragging out the y as I set my stuff down at the table. When I don't hear I reply, I look to see a glare and a questioning look directed at me. I ignore both of them and take out my lunch before starting my rant about Harris. "I mean how much of an asshole can he be right?"
"He's not the only asshole right now." I look up at Stiles frustrated only to be met with anger and annoyance. I turn to Scott hoping he would jump to my side but he stays quiet.
"What is that supposed to mean? And I swear if you bring up -"
"Jackson was out of his mind looking for you. Are you guys buddies? You hang out with him now and don't tell us anything? What happened to being the three amigos forever" Stiles harshly speaks, referencing the pact the three of us made in sixth grade. "You do owe us an explanation because we care about you goddammit and Jackson doesn't get to take that away from us."
I sit speechless for a moment before Stiles stands up.
"Stiles please." I murmur.
He turns to Scott. "I gotta talk to Miller about my history quiz. See you at practice."
He leaves the lunch room without another look at me. "He'll get over it. But he has a point Lyss."
"I know he does" I snap before picking at my nail polish. I release a sigh before apologizing. "You guys are right. Tell him to come over? I'll buy pizza and explain everything."