Castle [STILES STILINSKI]

TWO

"It's hard to listen to you with a straight face."
Alexander Hamilton in Broadway's Hamilton;
Farmer Refuted

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"You're free to go," one of the Beacon Hills deputies told her, unlocking the handcuffs cuffed behind her back. Sabrina glowered, rubbing her wrists, and accepted her backpack, cleared of all food and supplies. They had agreed to let her go since she had paid for part of the stuff she had taken, but had given her a good scolding.

Like that was gonna stop her.

The red head swung the bag onto her shoulder, her hair being tossed over it as well, and she marched out of the police station, only to be stopped as soon as she stepped out.

"Sabrina, right?" the tan kid said, his uneven jaw twitching as he did so. Her hazel eyes flicked between the two of them, recognizing the other as the kid from English class. Stuart? Stevie? Something like that.

Sabrina pushed past them, sighing. "I've already been interrogated," she spat, "Get lost."

"You see, we would," the one from English said, "But first, you need to tell us all you know about the Alpha Pack. Why are you helping them?"

Sabrina whirled around to face them, her brow furrowed. "What is that? Some kind of gang?"

The other one gaped at his friend. "Stiles..."

"Yeah, we know you're helping them, Sabrina, if that even is your real name," Stiles accused, his arms waving through the air, "Now tell us what they're planning."

Sabrina scoffed. "I don't know what or who you people are talking about," she spat in his face, "Or what kind of gang you think I'm in, but-"

"If you're not helping them, then how did you break the lock?"

Sabrina froze, her hands clenching. She felt the ice curling around her fingers, just as her temper was starting to show. She needed to regain control, either that or get out of there as fast as possible.

Giving him a cruel smile and a tilt of her head, she said, "A lock pick. What do you use?"

Stiles shook his head. "No, the lock was completely shattered. No lock pick could've done that. This is something else." He stepped closer, his eyes surveying and scrutinizing her. Sabrina looked up at him, seeing as he was a good head and a half taller than her, her eyes just as challenging.

Just then, the sheriff, who had stepped outside to meet them, cleared his throat loudly. Stiles jumped, stepping away from her, nearly falling over his friend in the process. "D-dad."

Sabrina's eyes widened. "Your dad is the sheriff?" The sheriff glared at his son.

"Stiles, go home," he snapped at him, groaning. Stilinski's eyes met Sabrina's. "I'm sorry my son and his friend were bothering you."

Sabrina gave him a fake smile. "It's no problem," she replied, her eyes sweeping back over to Stiles and his friend. Her glare was almost as cold as her palms were. Almost.

"Not at all."

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Sabrina had never walked home faster, more like she ran. She was grateful for the warm, August air, but not so much for the frost floating out of her hands.