Two Halves // Teen Wolf

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"There is one thing you must learn in this world, Scott, and it's that The Great Nyx does not need thy puny help, weak mortal!"

Nyx strutted out of the last class of the day, her arms spread wide to emphasize the point of her greatness. She was so into the dramatics that she didn't notice Greenberg standing beside the classroom door, which lead to her hitting him with her arms.

"Oh, sorry--- I mean. You should be honored that you were touched by The Great Nyx!" She cried dramatically. As she walked, she turned to grin smugly at Scott, who was carrying her bag for her. He was really tired of this argument. All day, she'd been insisting she could see fine, but after crashing into the Principal in the morning and into himself and Stiles multiple times, her argument had become invalid. Of course, that didn't stop her from trying to slip away from her self-proclaimed guide friends.

"The Great Nyx can see perfectly! My eyesight is the best in all the realms, even better than that of a puny eagl-- OH SHIT!" She cursed as she crashed into an open locker. She stumbled backwards out of reflex, but her balance was completely off. She would've fallen backwards had Scott not been right behind her to prevent that from happening. They stayed like that for a moment, both too stunned from what was a narrowly avoided disaster.

"You were saying?"

Nyx glared at him and stood upright again, acting like nothing had happened. She looked around to check if anyone had seen that, then looked back at Scott, raising her eyebrows and pointing at him warningly.

"Not a word of this to Stiles."

"Oh, Porthos, you're so naive to think that I didn't see that."

Nyx looked up at the ceiling in desperation, raising her hands in a questioning motion, probably asking whoever was up there why her luck was so horrible. Scott saw her mutter something to herself, which could've been either a question or a curse word. Probably both. He sniggered at her misfortune and Stiles did the same as he thought about the image of her almost falling.

"You know, what just happened right there was karma for making me fall last night."

Nyx's jaw dropped and she scoffed.

"Um, excuse you, I'm not the one who decided to climb on my best friend's roof and drop down unannounced. I was literally just protecting us! And besides, I didn't make you fall, gravity did." She finished smugly, snickering at the memory.

"Yeah, well, I still blame you for swinging your bat at me."

"And we blame you for leaving us for dead, what's your point?" Scott asked. Nyx grinned and high-fived Scott. Stiles glared as he pointed towards them.

"You-- You two are bad friends."

Nyx smirked at him and raised an eyebrow, challenging. "Are we really the ones that are bad friends if we agreed to accompany you to the woods to go body-hunting, in the middle of the night, knowing the chances of being killed were high?"

Stiles' jaw dropped. "Th-That was a low blow, Porthos. The circumstances were different than that and you know it, alright?"

"Well, if you look at it like that, that is basically what happened, Athos." Scott commented with a wry smile.

"In fact, Aramis, didn't we actually find the body after? And then fall down a hill? I'm pretty sure my back is bruised up."

"Yeah, I remember that. It was pretty bad. You probably shouldn't be walking around like that, Porthos."

"But you can't carry me. Not with that wound on your side. Whoever could help me, my dearest Scott?"

"Well, we are the Three Musketeers, after all. Both of us are out of the question, which means Athos here can help a fellow musketeer in need." Scott stated, an amused smile on his face.