Dissipate - Stiles Stilinski

Chapter Thirteen

I open up Stiles' bedroom door to see him pacing around, calling someone on his phone. I decide to do what I normally do and flop on my back on his bed while he starts off his rant on the phone.

"Hey, Scott, it's me again. And this is your voicemail, again. Look, I found something and I don't know what to do with it okay? So if you could turn your phone on right now, that'd be great. Or else I'll kill you." Stiles basically shouts on the phone. "Do you understand me? I'm gonna kill you. And I'm too upset to come up with a witty description about exactly how I'm gonna kill you, I'm just gonna do it. I'm gonna - Ugh! Good bye." Stiles hangs up the phone and drops into his desk chair, putting his head into his arms.

"I don't think you should go to Lydia's house anymore if this is how you return." Stiles looks up and gives me a glare as I sit up on his bed. "What happened to make you this way?"

Stiles doesn't say anything as he stands up, grabbing his phone and makes his way over to the bed to sit next to me. He hands me his phone and I look down at the tiny screen to see a video playing of the Alpha wolf smashing through the glass window of the DVD store and sprinting out of the car park.

"I found this on Lydia's phone. I think she accidently recorded this when she was in the car waiting for Jackson. I sent it to my phone but deleted it off hers before she could see it."

"She hasn't seen it yet? But she's usually glued to her phone most days either texting her gazillion minions or taking endless selfies."

"She was pretty drugged up to take away the nerves. Let's just say she thought I was Jackson and a stuffed giraffe was a mountain lion." Stiles looks at me with a worried expression. "What exactly happened last night Claire? And please don't change the subject."

I sigh before meeting his gaze. "I told you at school to give me till the end of the day and I guess it's the end of the day so I'll tell you." I gather up the memories from last night and tell him what happened. My hands start shaking as I recall the red, angry eyes glowing at me before I was smashed against the wall. Stiles grabs hold of my hand and listens intently to me until I was finished. The story was much shorter than I thought, now that I think about it. I take a deep breath, calming myself. I can see he's trying to come up with something to say, but before he could I decide to say something instead. "If Scott doesn't answer back within the next few minutes, I'm sorry but your gonna have to delete the video so no one else sees it." Stiles nods his head.

We hear a knock at the door and we whip out heads around to see Papa Stilinski standing at the door. Stiles immediately lets go of my hand upon seeing his Dad.

"Please tell me I'm gonna hear good news at this parent/teacher thing tonight."

"Depends on how you define 'good news.'" Stiles says.

"I define it as you getting straight A's with no behavioural issues."

"You might wanna rethink that definition."

"Enough said." With that Mr Stilinski walks away and I turn to face Stiles.

"Well, at least you have the straight A's part." I smile at him and the next thing I know I'm getting hit in the uninjured arm by a pillow, making me squeal slightly from fright. "What was that for?" I say laughing.

"For saying the truth."

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I've been sitting in the car outside school for over half an hour doing absolutely nothing. I really wish I brought a book with me. Why did Mum make me come here when she could have just picked me up from Stiles' after the stupid conference? It makes no sense. I decide to get out of the stuffy car and am instantly met with the chilly night air. The stuffy car doesn't seem so bad right now but I really need to stretch my legs. I close the door and hear the locks clicking into place. No. I try and open the door again but it remains locked. Damn. Now I'm stuck out here until Mum gets back.