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"I've seen worse."
Scott's comment earns the disbelieving eyes of all his friends, causing him to raise his hands in surrender. "What?" he questions, confused as to what he had said wrong.
An old hotel stands before the five friends, looming over them in the night sky. It is definitely retro, and the stereotypical motel look it gives off gives Bea a chill.
"Where have you seen worse?" Stiles asks his best friend as he stands next to the short redhead, her glasses pushed all the way up her dainty, freckled nose. She grips the strap of her sports bag, a bad feeling settling in the pit of her stomach.
"Listen up!" Coach announces, gaining the team's attention. "The meet's been pushed 'till tomorrow. This is the closest motel with the most vacancies and least amount of good judgement when it comes to accepting a bunch of degenerates like yourselves."
The man holds up several sets of keys in his hand as he stands in the middle of the circle the students have formed around him. "You'll be paring up," he continues as students start grabbing the keys from his hand. "Choose wisely. And I'll have no sexual perversions perpetrated by you little deviants. Got that? Keep your dirty little hands to your dirty little selves!"
Scott and Stiles glance at each other, obviously keen on pairing with each other, as well as Lydia and Allison, leaving Bea by herself. It makes her nervous, the pit in her stomach growing.
As Scott and Stiles go up to grab a key from the dark-haired coach, the man stops them.
"Eh, eh, eh, not so fast, Stilinski," Coach denies, pulling the keys away from Stiles' grasp each time the boy tries to reach for them.
"Coach," Stiles complains, giving up as he glares at the man, who only smirks in response. The Stilinski boy feels as if he is about to explode.
"I've been given specific instructions by your father to put you and Knight in a room together." As Stiles opens his mouth to protest, Coach cuts him off, once again with his shiny whistle. "No and's, if's, but's, or or's. Now, take your damn key."
Coach tosses the key to room 214 at Stiles' chest, which he fumbles to grasp, earning a snort from Bea. Handing the last key to Scott, Coach walks away to his own room, muttering under his breath, and leaving Stiles in seething rage.
While the Stilinski boy has grown slightly closer to the redhead in the past few days and her presence does not make him want to lock himself in his room and never come out anymore, he is not happy about this arrangement. He has been hoping to talk to Scott about everything that is going on, and with Bea in his room, there is no way of that happening without her finding out.
In addition to that, he does not know if he can trust her, yet. He has just found out there is a possibility she is something supernatural; something he does not know very much about. Stiles is unaware of what she is capable of, and by the looks of it, she does not either.
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girl almighty // s. stilinski [1]
Fanfiction"I know I always say I don't need a man to be happy, but you make me pretty frickin' ecstatic. So right now, yeah, I need you." // "She glowed neon in a world that was pitch black." // Beatrice Knight has been carded from foster home to foster home...