control • theo raeken [1]

four. the hot ones are mysterious

Luna.

IN THE MORNING, I woke exceptionally early considering I went to bed at two o'clock. It took me less than ten minutes to get ready, and I wasn't rushing around either. I throw my hair up in a messy bun -- not those messy buns where it's in a perfect and neat swirl -- and pull on a grey sweater with ripped, skinny jeans and, of course, my converse high tops. The weather outside was decent and if I wasn't being extra lazy today, I would have worn something less confining. Although, I did pick out a pair of jeans with endless amounts of rips.

I'm peering into the mirror that's hanging over my dresser when I decide I need more accessories. I spot the black, lace choker hanging on a small, antique tree made for holding jewelry. Quickly, I pull it on, make sure it's in the right spot, and walk out of the room before I can change my mind.

As I step out onto my front porch, I notice Theo's truck is already gone which is odd because he was always one to sleep in. I shrug it off and get inside my truck to start it up. I roll both my windows down to let in the breeze as I make my way to school almost an hour early.

My usual spot next to the bike racks is taken, but I'm able to park next to the person who was parked there. It was an expensive, dark, blue truck known as Theo's. I roll the windows up to a crack and climb out with my book bag. Even though I was beyond early, it was too nice of a day to stay in my truck. I walk over to an empty picnic table to sit down at. It's easy to spot Scott and his friends having a discussion over by the school buses, but Theo isn't anywhere around. Once I'm settled, I pull my book out and begin to read.

Five minute pass and I'm close to finishing the book, when a person, or two persons, plops down in the seats across the table. I look up and am met with two pairs of eyes. One brown and the other blue. It's Stiles and Scott's beta, Liam. Stiles is giving me a hard stare while Liam has a goofy look on his face like he just farted. I sniff the air, but I don't think it has anything to do with him having gas. From his chemo signals, it kind of smells like he has a crush on me. I'm not sure. I've never had someone be so open about having one on me.

I fix my gaze back on Stiles and ask, "Can I help you?"

"Have you talked to Theo at all since he's been back?" Stiles asks at the same time Liam says, "You're pretty."

I smile at Liam as Stiles shoots him a look that could be depicted as a are-you-being-serious-right-now kind of look.

"Why do you want to know?" I ask to take the heat off Liam. Stiles turns back to me, heaving a sigh.

"Well, I remember you two used to be best friends in elementary so I wanted to ask you some questions." I nod.

"We've only talked twice since he's been back so I don't know how useful I'm going to be." I know exactly why he wants to ask me questions. He's still suspicious of Theo and I get that. So, it wasn't hard to convince Stiles I actually wanted to help him.