Fairy Tales Exist (Teen Wolf)

Mischief

"Get your ass down here now. We have a job to do." Stiles says into the phone.

"Is he coming?" I asked as we walk through the school.

"We do this for Coach." Stiles says back.

"Whatever, okay? You know he needs this. He lives for this stuff. He loves it." Stiles encourages. I giggled lightly
Coach hated every minute of this.

"12:15 actually." Stiles says as he opens his locker to grab the supplies.

"Which means it's after midnight and officially Mischief Night/Day, and, by perfectly awesome coincidence, it's also happens to be Coach's birthday. So if you are not down here in five seconds, I will destroy you. Okay? And I mean five, four, three, two," Stiles started counting. He turns around as Scott scared him with his red eyes.

"One." Scott says behind us.

"I hate you." Stiles says. We set up for tomorrow and head home. Its going to be great.

I rode with Scott on his bike as we park. There were two other bikes next to his. The twins were getting off it. I get off the bike along with Scott as we meet up with the twins.

"You're back in school?" Scott asked them.

"No, just to talk." Ethan says.

"Oh. That's kind of a change of pace for you guys. Usually, you're just hurting, maiming, and killing." Stiles walks up.

"You need a pack. We need an Alpha." Aiden states.

"Yeah. Absolutely not. That's hilarious though." Stiles says.

"You came to us for help. We helped." Aiden says.

"You beat his face into a bloody pulp. That's not helping. In my opinion, that's actually counter-productive." Stiles comments.

"We did throw lacrosse balls at him." I mutter.

"Why would I say yes?" Scott asked them.

"We'd add strength. We'd make you more powerful. There's no reason to say no." Aiden tells them. Well, there are plenty of reason to say no. There were only a few reasons to say yes.

"I can think of one. Like the two of you holding Derek's claws while Kali impaled Boyd. In fact, I don't know why we're not impaling them right now." Isaac walks up.

"You want to try?" Aiden shows his fangs and blue eyes. Isaac steps forward as Scott grabs his arm. I place my hand on Isaac's and Aiden's chest.

"Aiden. Stand down." I look at him glowing my purple eyes. He shifts back as everyone looks at me.

"I told you, I can shift someone back." I mumbled. Taking my hands off their chest.

"Sorry, but they don't trust you. And neither do I." Scott says. Scott, Stiles and I walk toward the school. Toilet paper hits us.

"All right, that's my face!" Stiles shouts.

"Hey, dude, good decision, buddy. Good Alpha decision." Stiles praises Scott.

"I hope so." Scott sighs.

"No, you know so. than I can take What are you looking at?" We get to Stiles locker as he changes his books out.

"Me?" Scott acted surprised.

"You. You looking at her?" Stiles comments.

"Her? Who her?" Scott asked.

"Her her. Kira. You like her?" Stiles nods his head over to Kira.

"No." Scott says instantly.

"Scott?" I raised an eyebrow at him.

"I mean Yeah, yeah, she's okay. She's new." Scott admits.

"So, ask her out." Stiles tells him.

"Now?" Scott asked as Stiles shuts his locker.

"Yes, now." We walk away from the locker.

"Right now?" Scott asked.

"He's getting cold feet." I laughed as Stiles smirks.

"Right now. Scott, I don't think you get it yet. You're an Alpha. You're the apex predator. Everyone wants you. You're like the hot girl that every guy wants." Stiles tells him. The hot girl?

"The hot girl?" Scott asked as Isaac walks over to us.

"You are the hottest girl." Stiles gives him the thumbs up as he heads to class.

"What?" Isaac asked.

"I'm the hot girl." Scott says.

"Yes, you are." Isaac nods his head as Scott smiles.

"Come on hot girl we got a class to get too." I grab his hand. We walk into coaches class and get settled in.

"Son of a bitch!" We all could hear Coaches voice. Stiles tries to hide his smiles as I duck my head down and laugh silently.

"Mischief Night, Devil's Night. I don't care what you call it. You little punks are evil. You think it's funny every Halloween my house gets egged? A man's house is supposed to be his castle. Mine's a frickin' omelet." Coach walks in the room as I sit up. He eyes the present on his desk.

"Oh, this? We're gonna do this again? I don't think so." Coach throws it to the ground and steps on it. He soon realizes its a real present when it shatters.

"Happy Birthday." "Love, Greenberg." Coach reads the card as he picks up the pieces. We finish this class up and head the next one. The hallways were filled with sheriff's deputies. Something was going on.