Desperate Measures (Teen Wolf) [UNDER CONSTRUCTION]

Chapter 27

For the rest of the day, Stiles and I just hung out in my room, mostly just cuddling. I may have dozed off once or twice from my lack of sleep and every time I woke back up, Stiles would be there smiling at me. Ever since I watched the movie Twilight, I thought it would be super creepy to have a guy watch you sleep, that was until I woke up to Stiles. The way he looks at me makes me feel as if I'm the only girl in the world, as cheesy as that may sound.


I was perfectly fine cuddling with Stiles in my bed all day, but he, obviously, had other plans when he dragged Scott out of his room. When Stiles comes up with a plan, you should be very worried. Most of his plans tend to be illegal, so when Stiles told me it was best if I just stayed home, I knew I had to make sure I went.


I don't feel that much better considering that Stiles is carrying a bottle of Jack Daniels.


I shouldn't have been too surprised when Stiles brought us to the woods. I mean, this seems to be where we spend most of our time now. This morning was different, I was running during the daylight, this time, the sun is beginning to set. We're going to be stuck in the dark, alone in the woods, again.


"We really shouldn't be out here." Scott speaks ups for the first time.


This whole walk here, Scott has been dragging behind us in a depressed state. He has been staring at the ground with his hands in his pockets the entire time.


"Our mom has been in a constant state of freak out since that night at the school." I chime in. I stick close to Stiles as we walk deeper into the woods.


"We'll, you're mom isn't the sheriff. There's no comparison. Trust me." Stiles promises us. "Alright. So, when one of your best friends gets dumped-"


"I didn't get dumped! We're taking a break." Scott corrects him. He isn't trying to convince Stiles, he's trying to convince himself that it's not completely over with Allison.


"Alright. When your best friend gets told by his girlfriend that they're taking a break, " Stiles faces us, lifting the bottle of alcohol up in the air. "You get your best friend drunk."


We only walked for a little bit more until we came across an old sitting area with a big rock, trashcan, and a spot with no leaves on the ground. Stiles greedily drank half of the bottle already, leaving Scott to mope and me to deal with the half drunk Stiles. I've seen Stiles drunk before at high school parties, but we weren't dating before. Now, he just can't seem to stay away from me. Before Stiles got drunk, he had this 'genius' idea to start a fire in the metal trashcan.


If those two planned on getting wasted then I need to remain sober to drive these two idiots home. Scott hasn't touched the bottle from what I've seen, that doesn't mean he hasn't. Stiles has kept me pretty occupied. He has been resting his head on my stomach, talking animatedly about the random things.


"Dude, dude. You know, she's- she's just one girl. One girl. You know outta so many. There are so many girls in the sea." Stiles plays with my fingers, his words containing a slight slur.


"Fish in the sea." Scott corrects him, not even looking down at the two of us from his spot on the rock.


Stiles furrows his eyebrows, confused. "Fish? Why are you talking about fish? I'm talking about girls. Oh, I love girls. I love 'em. Love.." He trails off, with this lovesick expression. "Especially ones with brown hair, brown eyes, absolutely beautiful..."


"Like Ellie?" Scott guesses.


"Yeah!" Stiles beams at Scott. "Wait, how did you know I was talking about...What was I talking about?"


I run my free hand over his head, my nails scratching lightly. "You're wasted."


Stiles rolls over, his cheek to my stomach, and one arm wrapped around me tightly. "I love you."


My heart skips a beat at those three words. He may be drunk, but I love hearing him say that. "I love you too, but I should really take you home."


Scott makes an annoyed sound from his place on the rock. Stiles lifts his head enough to see Scott. I thought Stiles plan was to get Scott drunk and forget about last night, not for himself to drink nearly the whole bottle.


"Hey, you're not happy? Take a drink." Stiles reaches for the bottle to give to Scott.


"I don't want any."


"You're not drunk?" Stiles hiccups, adorably.


"I'm not anything." Scott sighs.


"Hey, maybe it's like- maybe it's like not needing your inhaler anymore, you know? Like you can't get drunk as a wolf. Am I drunk?" Stiles pulls himself up to rest his head in the crook of my neck.


"You're wasted." Scott wearily glances at Stiles, curled up against me.


"Yeah!" Stiles raises his fist in the air and kisses my cheek. "Awh. Come on, man. I know it sucks. Actually, I don't...but I-I know this! I know that as much as being broken up sucks, being alone is way worse!" Scott and I stare at him in confusion. "That didn't make any sense. I need a drink."


Just as Stiles reaches for the bottle again, a dark hand snatches it away from him. We look up to see two sketchy looking men in our presence. Stiles reacts a lot faster than I expected by sitting up and pulling me behind him on the ground, away from the two men resembling thugs. He may have alcohol running through his veins, but it didn't take much for him to realise that these men are dangerous.


"Well, look at these two little bitches and their whore for the night." The guy holding the bottle laughs, eyes lingering on me. "Honey, I'm sure I can give you a better time then these two."


Stiles slides farther away, his arms encircling around me. This scary situation seems to have sobered him up quite quickly. Scott stands up from the rock, fists clenched.


"Don't talk to her like that." Scott says in a scary tone. "Give it back."


"What's that, little man?" The guy grips the bottle in his hands.


"I think he wants a drink." The other guy laughs.


"I want the bottle." Scott states calmly, yet has an edge to his voice that makes you not want to mess with him.


"Scott, maybe we should just go." I suggest, nervously glancing from him to the men.


"Stiles brought me here to get me drunk. I'm not drunk yet. Give me the bottle. Give me the bottle of Jack." Scott walks closer to the men, his nails extend while his eyes flash the golden color.


My hands clench around the back of Stiles' shirt, terrified. The man with the bottle stares at Scott with a mortified look and hands him the bottle. Instead of grabbing the bottle and ending all of this, Scott snatches it and chucks it at a tree, shattering it to tiny pieces. NLT even a second passes until the two men bolt away from my brother, absolutely terrified.


"That was because of the breakup, right? Not because of the full moon?" I bring myself and Stiles to our feet.


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"Ellie?" Mr. Stilinski opens the front door to find me supporting Stiles weight as he leans up against me.


"Hi, Mr. Stilinski." I sheepishly smile at him.


Mr. Stilinski's gaze wanders over onto his son. "I don't want to know. Do you want me to bring him up?"


"No, no." I shake my head. "I can do it. Scott is going to wait for me." I help Stiles into his house.


Mr. Stilinski opens the door wider for the two of us. "Is he still taking the breakup badly?"


I simply nod on my way up the stairs with Stiles. "Goodnight, Mr. Stilinski."


"Mm. My dad would be pissed if he found out I was drunk." Stiles mumbles. The effect of the alcohol hit him like a freight train once we were far away from the two men. Unfortunately, we have school tomorrow and Stiles is going to have a killer headache.


We stumble into Stiles' bedroom, a few dirty clothes littering the floor. I push my boyfriend backwards onto his bed. Stiles giggles, kicking his shoes off, sloppily. He peels off his shirt along with his jeans. I hold back my gasp, awkwardly glancing at the door in case his dad comes in. Tossing the covers back, Stiles buries himself deep in his bed. Not knowing what to do, I awkwardly stand in front of his desk, eyes glued to Stiles' shirtless chest.


"Ellie?" Mr. Stilinski surprises me by knocking on the ajar door. He shakes his head at Stiles already fast asleep. "Scott left. Do you want me to drive you home?"


"Oh..." I frown.


Mr. Stilinski sighs, glancing at his son. "You can stay the night, just not in the same bed as Stiles. He may be wasted, but he is still a guy teenager. I'll get you some blankets and a pillow."


"Thank you." I reply, surprised by his kind gesture.


After a few minutes, Mr. Stilinski returns with a pile of blankets and pillows. He makes me a makeshift bed on the ground next to Stiles' bed. I wonder why Scott left me here. Did he know that Mr. Stilinski would let me stay here?


"I called your mom and let her know you would be staying here. She seemed pretty against it until I told her I was making you two sleep separate." Mr. Stilinski chuckles after making the bed. "Your mom did say that it was your own responsibility to get to school. Make sure you and sleeping beauty over there get to school on time."


"Of course." I smile at him.


"Night." He nods at me, keeping the door cracked open on his way out.


I change out of my clothes and into one of Stiles' shirts and pair of sweatpants. I press a gentle kiss to Stiles' cheek, cover him with the blanket, and curl up in the makeshift bed.



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Stiles was quite surprised this morning when he climbed out of bed to see me fast asleep on the floor. He doesn't remember much after those two guys from last night. Surprisingly, he only has a minor headache and is able to tolerate bright lights and loud noises.


I forced Stiles to drive me home, giving me just enough time to change into a pair of skinny jeans and my favorite striped sweaters. I didn't have enough time to get all dolled up, I hope I don't scare anyone with my looks. Scott is still in a bad mood and barely talked to Stiles or me today. I guess he still needs his space.


I follow Stiles down the aisle in Mr. Harris's classroom. A girl takes the seat behind Stiles, where I was originally going to sit, and I quickly move to the other aisle to sit beside him. Today is the day of our midterms and I have this feeling that I may fail. Mr. Harris is a terrible teacher.


Scott wanders into the classroom, a sullen look casted upon his face until he locks eyes on Allison in the front row. He walks over to her, hope shining in his eyes. "Allison-"


"Mr. McCall, please take a seat." Mr. Harris interrupts Scott, after he placed a midterm packet on each desk. A sigh escapes from Scott's mouth as he takes a seat in front of Stiles. "You have forty five minutes to complete the test. Twenty five percent of your grade can be earned right now simply by writing your name on the cover of the blue book."


Several students quickly scribble down their names on their packet, Stiles being one of them. I cover my mouth with my hand, hiding my giggles. Stiles snaps his head up, a smile spreading across his lips at me.


"However, as happens every year, one of you will inexplicably fail to put your name on the cover and I'll be left again questioning my decision to ever becoming a teacher. So, let's get the disappointment over with. Begin." Mr. Harris drones on, finally getting to the point.


After writing my name down, I start to, hopefully, write down the correct answers. Sadly, I don't remember learning any of this, which makes me ninety nine percent sure I will fail this test. Scott shifting around in his seat jerks my attention to him instead of my midterm. His eyes dart all over the place. Scott dashes from his seat, out of the room.


Dropping my pencil, I grab my bag, chasing after my brother. Stiles follows me, both of us ditching our midterm to chase after Scott. Something is wrong with him. The full moon and Allison must be really effecting him.


"Mr. McCall! Ms. McCall! Mr. Stilinski!" Mr. Harris shouts at the three of us on our way out of his classroom.


"Scott? Scott?" I call for my brother when we reach the middle of the hallway.


A familiar black backpack is in the middle of the hallway, with no Scott in sight. I scoop up his backpack as Stiles takes his phone out to call my missing brother. Scott's cell phone goes off from somewhere down the hallway and we race off to find the sound. The ringing leads us to the boy's locker room. We hesitantly walk into the locker room, Stiles taking the lead to the showers.


Underneath the rain of one of the showers, Scott is breathing heavily, his back towards us. "Stiles, I can't-" He struggles for air.


"What's happening? Are you changing?" Stiles worriedly looks down at me.


"No, no. I can't breathe." Scott spins around, the water beating down on his head and shoulders.


Stiles unzips the backpack in my hand, digging through it, in a rush. I grab the small, white inhaler from his hand when he pulls it out, understanding what he is doing. I shove the backpack into Stiles' chest.


"Here. Use this." I hold the inhaler out for my brother.


"Come on, do it." Stiles urges him after we both receive a confused look.


Slowly, Scott brings the inhaler to his mouth, his breathing slows back to normal and Scott stares at the item in his hand, incredulously. "I was having an asthma attack?"


"No, you were having a panic attack, but thinking you were having an asthma attack actually stopped the panic attack. Irony." Stiles answers him to get him to understand.


"How did you know to do that?" Scott questions us.


I take Stiles' hand in mine, squeezing. "Stiles used to get them after his mom died. I had them when dad left us. We helped each other when either of us had one. We figured it out after a while. Not fun, huh?"


"I looked at her and it was like someone hit me in the ribs with a hammer." Scott tells us in a depressed voice.


Not caring that Scott is completely drenched, I lunge forward, hugging him. Scott is in a lot of pain and I just want to take it all away from him. He doesn't deserve any of this.


"Yeah, it's called heartbreak. About two billion songs written about it." Stiles makes a joke about the whole situation.


"I can't stop thinking about her." Scott backs away, resting his head on the shower wall.


"Well, you could think about this, her dad's a werewolf hunter, and you're a werewolf, so it was bound to become an issue." Stiles pulls me back, my sweater soaked on the front. "That wasn't helpful. Dude, I mean, yeah, you got dumped and it's supposed to suck."


"No, that's not it." Scott shakes his head. "It was like I could feel everything in the room, everyone else's emotions. I felt how much Ellie loves you and it was really weird."


Blushing, I sheepishly smile at Stiles. "The full moon is starting to take it's toll on you." I change the subject, smoothly.


"So, we'll lock you up on your room later just like we planned. That way the Alpha, who is your boss, can't get to you either." Stiles restates our plan for tonight.


"I think we need to do a lot more than lock me in my room." Scott steps out of the showers, water dripping from his clothes.


"What, you mean because if you get out, you'd be caught by the hunters?" Stiles follows Scott back to his gym locker.


"No, because if I get out- I think I might kill someone."



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Author's Note:


The next chapter will be very interesting. I'm excited to write it! Don't hate me for what I do, though.


There were a little bit of Stellie moments in there. Next chapter will have them, but probably not the way you want...


Question: What do you think I have planned?


So, yeah!