Research [Teen Wolf - Stiles Stilinski]

Death Threats and Peter

Research - Chapter 3: Death Threats and Peter

Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Wolf, nor any of it's characters. I only own Hope and her family. 

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A gunshot could be heard from a mile off, and Hope jumped awake in shock. She blinked repeaditively, and went to grab her phone on her desk. She unlocked it, and sent a quick text to Lydia, Stiles, and Scott, only getting a response from two of them.

Dia: i heard it too i nearly died

Hope: i s2g i had like 20 heart attacks

Dia: i'm going back to bed - cya tomorrow

Hope: later dia

Stiles: Heard it and I've checked disbatch calls - absolutely nothing.

Hope: you think it's the hunters?

Stiles: Who else would it be? I'm coving over.

Hope groaned, and rolled over on her bed, one eye closing and letting a random tear escape. She wiped her eye and rolled out from under the covers, and looked at the clock.

"2? Seriously? Ugh." she muttered, grabbing a black bra and tank top, along with a pair of white denim shorts and pulling off her pajama's. Hope slowly pulled her shorts on, letting out shudderin yawns in the process. She hooked her bra on awkwardly, and heard a small beep from her phone.

Stiles: Climbing up now!

She nearly screeched and grabbed her shirt as quickly as possible, trying to pull it over her head, but somehow fell over and landed on the floor, her shirt covering her face. Hope could hear laughter as she groaned. "I'm dead." she told Stiles as she attempted to pull herself off of the floor, completely forgetting that she was wearing only a bra. She then looked down and screeched. "FUCK!" she yelled, trying to pull her shirt over her head and ending up tangled. It reached down over her eyes and she looked at Stiles pleadingly. "Send help."

"I've got this all under control," Stiles told her, grabbing her shirt and pulling it down over her chest and stomach, and making sure it fit through her arms properly. "How did you even manage that?"

"Thanks." Hope coughed, feeling extremely awkward and stepping back. "So, the hunters? What could they be doing right now?"

"Hopefully killing Derek," Stiles' eyes lit up, and Hope hit him. 

"You don't like the guy, I get it, I don't Jackson, but you surely don't want him dead?"

"I hate both Jackson and Derek. It's sort of a mutual thing too."

"But Jackson though, euch." Hope fake shuddered, and collapsed back on her bed, and Stiles followed suit.

"He's a tool."

"Oooh, yeah. You have no idea."

The rest of the night followed like this, until Hope fell asleep, curled up against Stiles. "Goodnight, Hope." he whispered, wrapping his arm around her shoulders and falling asleep with her. Needless to say it was an interesting experience when they were woken up by her father's yelling about irresponsibility and unsafe sex.

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"I actually think I'm going to die of embarrassment." Hope told Lydia and Allison about what had happened this morning, and they both ended up in hysterics. "Shut up you guys, my sister was peeing herself next to him, and accidentally hit my dad where the sun don't shine." This only caused them to laugh harder.