Dissipate - Stiles Stilinski

Chapter One

A/N  If I have edited the chapters I will say before the chapter starts. Thank you for reading this book. Please carry on reading, it does get better. Thank you again.

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"Stiles! What the hell are you doing?" I whisper-shout at the spastic boy entering my window, the bat in my hands raised to strike the intruder.

"What am I doing? Claire what the hell are you doing? And why do you have a bat?" Stiles questions while scrunching up his face.

"Oh, I dont know, maybe so I could beat the crap out of the creepy intruder when he decides to creep through my bedroom window!" I yell as I throw my bat on the bed in frustration.

"Well maybe you should lock your window."

"I'll remember that for next time." I mumble. "What are you even doing here Stiles? It's late. School starts tomorrow and I would love it if I didn't have to go as the walking dead."

"It's no fun going through the front door." I roll my eyes. Typical Stiles. "Anyway, Clairey. You and I are going to Scott's house right now. I'll explain everything when we get to him. Just come on." Stiles starts bouncing, heading back to the window, already excited to get going. "Bring a jersey. Its cold outside." He says as he climbs the rest of the way out the window, heading to his Jeep.

I sigh, seeing no other choice but to go along, I head to my closet to grab a jersey and put on my black running shoes and run down the stairs and catch up with Stiles. I swear that boy can be such a spaz, but I love him anyway... kinda.  What the hell have I gotten myself into now?

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I lean against the outside of Stiles' Jeep while he awkwardly tries to climb onto Scotts roof. I can already tell this is going to end badly. For him. I see movement on the patio as Scott rounds the corner slowly, holding up a baseball bat, looking around cautiously.  Stiles really needs to come up with a better plan of action. Or maybe he just needs to stop climbing the roof to enter the window like a complete stalker.

I gasp as Stiles loses his balance and slips off the roof, falling until his foot gets caught on vines, coming face to face with Scott.

I slowly let out a breath I was holding and make my way over, with arms crossed, to the two screaming lunatics. I soon come to a halt beside the upside down and slowly reddening faced Stiles.

"Stiles, what are you doing?" Scott flails his bat around.

"You weren't answering your phone. What is up with you two and bats?" I shrug in amusement, a smirk growing on my lips.

"Your the one who bought me the bat." I mutter.

"I thought you were a predator." Scott sighs and I giggle in amusement.

"A pre-I-wha-look, I know its late..."

"Oh, so thats why its dark outside." I say sarcastically while putting a dumbfounded look on my face. Scott snorts in amusement beside me and lowers his bat.

"Ha ha, very funny Claire." I poke my tongue out at him, muttering I thought so, winding him up just a little bit more. Man, I love doing that. "Anyway, you guys have gotta hear this. I saw my dad leave twenty minutes ago. Dispatch called. They're bringing in every officer from the Beacon Department, and even state police."

"For?"

"Two joggers found a body in the woods." Stiles lifts his body up and untangles his foot from the vines holding him in place and lands beside me on his feet.

"A dead body?" Scott curiously asks. 

"No, a body of water. Yes, dumb-ass, a dead body."

"Murdered?" I ask, screwing my face up.