inhuman [2] // teen wolf

21. dirty

Riley knew that Isaac wasn't fond of Stiles.

In fact, Stiles was the only person Isaac actually bitched about the most (of course, not the only person; Isaac hated a lot of people). Who better than to mess with than Stiles? Isaac would be well aware about Riley's knowledge on his hatred for Stiles, so he would definitely feel hurt that Riley would be pursuing him of all people. Isaac cares about Riley, and he certainly does not trust Stiles out of all people to be with Riley, romantically or sexually or whatever. Not even in a platonic way, but that was besides the point. Isaac didn't want Riley to get a boyfriend; he wanted her to grow old alone (or maybe with Olivia, since she won't break Riley's heart). He didn't want her to get hurt; he knew the pain of rejection well, having it been demonstrated on him by his father and none other than Lydia Martin in freshmen year. He cared too much about Riley and he didn't want to be the one to pick up the broken shards of her heart all while saying 'I told you so'.

But Riley did not agree with his big brother role. He wasn't his big brother (although it did very much feel like it, annoyance wise), so he shouldn't act like it. He shouldn't act wiser than her just because he 'knows how it feels'. How would he know how it feels? She was pretty sure that he hasn't even had his first kiss yet (although, just by looking at him, a lot of people would beg to differ).

Maybe Olivia's bet was not so unappealing after all; sitting here on the bed cross legged facing the boy of interest, while they ate chips in silent could be something that she would endure, maybe even enjoy, on a regular basis. Of course, she wasn't talking about dating him; maybe they would do this after they hooked up. But wait, she wasn't talking about just one time was she? Was Olivia talking about just his first time or a thing that they would do all the time? Riley couldn't remember the specifics, but she wouldn't really mind the latter. She had seen Stiles partially naked before (sometimes in the halls, he would pull his jumper off and Riley would be so grateful that she looked in his direction at the right time), so she basically knew what she was doing. She just had to imagine the rest; which wasn't that hard to Riley. Well, when it came down to it, she hoped that it was hard.

"What are you thinking about?"

Stiles' voice pulled her out of her perverted thoughts and she suddenly got embarrassed.

"Oh, um, just wondering where Scott was." She replied, nodding to herself as if she was trying to convince herself of that lie. She munched on her chips, a dirty thought again popping into her mind, yet it was about Scott. Damn it, can she please stop? She felt so gross.

"Oh, he's--"

Stiles got cut off when the door opened up and in the frame was Scott, who looked as confused as ever. Riley swiveled her body around and looked at the boy as he closed the door behind him.

"Hey, you alright? You look sick." Riley commented, as she watched him walk over to his bed and collapse onto it.

"Sick. Yeah." She heard him mumble, then he turned his back to them and Riley assumed that he went to sleep.

"Right, well. I'd better get back to my room. See you two around." Riley smiled, stealing one of Stiles' fruit rolls and taking it with her back to her room where she shut the door. she jumped on her bed and put the roll on her bedside table in case she got hungry during the night.

Her relaxing ended shortly as a very hysterical Lydia and concerned Allison barged through her door. Lydia stared wildly around until her eyes settled on Riley, who sat up in alarm.

"What are you doing here?" She asked bluntly, and saw the tears on Lydia's pale face.

"I heard gun shots and a couple-- in this room. They-- They shot each other. They-- didn't you hear it?" Lydia babbled, as Riley slowly shook her head and looked at Allison in concern. She stared back, shrugging her shoulders as the two girls focused their attention back on Lydia. Allison put her hands on her shoulders and gently pulled her back.

"Okay, Lydia. Come on, let's go back into our room--"

Lydia shook her off and walked into the middle of the room, staring at the walls.

"It had to be right here." She stammered. She whipped around to look at the two girls. "It was a guy and a girl and... They sounded younger but-- they were here."

Allison slowly walked over to her and nodded her head. "I believe you. After everything we've been through, I believe you."

Riley, on the other hand, did not believe Lydia; how could two people shoot each other right in front of her and she wouldn't have even noticed? That was completely impossible. Lydia walked over to the opposite wall and stared in horror at the wooden boards that were lined around the wall. Riley and Allison stared at her in concern, but neither said anything.