Dear Juliet | S. Stilinski (editing)

Perishable

Malia and I decided to go together to the bonfire party. I went to her house and she poured alcohol into a flask.

"Want any?" I stood behind her. "Juliet, come on, it's a yes or no."

"Yes." She pours me a drink into a soda bottle. "Isn't your dad here?"

"He's out." We walked to the car and we got in. "He won't mind, right?" I put the car in reverse and I drove us the school. We got in the school just as they fired up the bonfire. Malia and I started drinking and dancing to the upbeat music. "I'm gonna use the bathroom." Malia laughs as she walked away. I chug the last bit of the vodka I had.

"Hey. What are you doing here?" Scott said as he came up to me.

"Getting drunk with Malia. What are you doing?" I asked him.

"Trying to make sure no one gets hurt."

"That sounds fun too." I poured another bottle of vodka into my bottle.

"I don't want to ruin your night or anything, but we kind of can't get drunk."

"You can't. But I can." I confirm. "It's a vampire thing." I said sipping on my bottle. "I'll let Malia know."

"I think it has something to do with our healing. But, trust me, I've tried. You're not gonna feel anything." I looked at Liam, who was also drinking.

"Again, i can drink. Maybe you should tell him that." I pointed at Liam and turned my back to dance. Damn, where's Malia? She's been gone for a long time now.

"I just want to talk." Scott told me as he stood in front of me.

"Well, I just want to dance and be left alone." I turned my back again and danced. He pulled me back and I faced him.

"I know youre still hurt. We had our reasons. We didn't tell you about the deadpool..."

"To protect me. That's what mom told me."

"Yes, well, Jul, we need to stay together. You, me, Stiles..." I rolled my eyes. I was hurt by that the most. Why would Stiles hurt me?

"I don't want to talk about Stiles. I just want to dance. And get drunk." I groan and walked. As I took a steep, I tripped and Scott caught me.

"Juliet... Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!" I started to laugh. "You are drunk."

"Yep. Vampire thing." Malia comes and falls on the ground. Scott helps her.

"How can you be drunk? But you can't be."

"Is this what drunk feels like? It doesn't feel as good as I hoped." Malia said as Scott made us sit down.

"I don't think it's supposed to." Scott picks up the bottle I dropped and grabs Malia's flask. "Malia... What's in this? What did you guys have to drink?"

"Just vodka." We said. Scott started to look around. He stops and turned back to us. He made us get up.

"Stay on your feet and keep moving." He said as he carried us away. Malia and I looked at each other and walked with him.

"Malia?" Scott gave her a water bottle. He gave me one and looked at me. I felt like I could breathe.

"Scott." I tapped on him. He ran to me. "It's wolfsbane."

"I know. I have to... I have to turn off the music." He looked at Mason, Liam's friend. "Don't let them out of your sight." Scott got up and walked to turn off the music. Malia and I sat down on the ground, losing sight. Liam over here was trying to get on his feet. Three officers came and grabbed us.

"Wait... Stop. Hey, what are you doing? These are my friends." Mason said to them. The officer that grabbed me, grabbed so hard, my eyes turned red.

"Your friends are overly intoxicated. They need to be escorted out."

"Okay, I'll go with them."

"That won't be necessary."

"I said they're my friends..." the officer pushed Mason and carried us out.

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Scott's POV

I saw Malia, Liam, and Juliet knocked out.

"What is that? What are you doing?" I asked the officer who was holding a gas bottle.

"It's gasoline. Haigh says we gotta burn you." He started to pour the gasoline all over us. I tried to get up, but he kicked me back. I heard a lighter turn on. I grabbed his hand and blew it out. My eyes turned red. I crushed the guys hand. Derek and Breaden came in and beat up the other officers. I looked to see Juliet still out of it.

"I should go check on Her." Derek said, making her way to Juliet. I grabbed his arm.

"I don't think that's a great idea." He looked at me.