After we had left Derek's house, Stiles offered to drive me back to his house and ask his dad to give me a ride to conferences. Now, we were sitting in Stiles' room, trying to get a hold of my brother - yet again.
"Hey, it's me again," Stiles says into his phone as I type out another text message to Scott. "Look, I found something and I don't know what to do, okay? So if you could turn your phone on, right now, that'd be great. Or else I'll kill you. Do you understand me? I'm gonna kill you! And I'm too upset to come up with a witty description about how exactly I'm gonna kill you, but I'm just gonna do it, okay? I'm gonna - ugh! Goodbye."
Stiles whips his phone at his bed in frustration. He sits down in his desk chair and sighs.
"Stiles," I say quietly. I'm interrupted by a knock on his bedroom door. The sound startles Stiles and he cries out in surprise.
"Please tell me I'm going to hear good news at this parent/teacher thing tonight," Mr. Stilinski says.
"Depends on how you define 'good news,'" Stiles tells him.
"I define it as you getting straight A's with no behavioral issues," Mr. Stilinski answers.
"You might want to rethink that definition," Stiles looks at his dad and grimaces.
"Enough said," Sheriff Stilinski scoffs.
"It can't be too bad if you don't have to attend," I tell Stiles, sliding off his bed. I look at his dad. "Scott does."
Mr. Stilinski shakes his head. "I'm almost ready to go," he tells me. "Come down when you're ready."
He turns and leaves. Stiles sighs and looks at Lydia's phone that he took from her room. I watch as he plays the video again.
"Come on Scott," he sets the phone back down. "Where the hell are you?"
"Just delete it," I say, staring at the last frame of the video.
"I can't just delete it," Stiles argues and crosses his arms. "Scott needs to see this."
"No, he doesn't," I protest.
Stiles sighs and picks up the phone. His thumb presses the delete button. When a message pops up, asking if he's sure he wants to delete it, he hesitates. He looks back at me. I don't say anything this time. He presses the 'yes' button and the phone tells him it was successfully erased. He puts the phone back next to his printer and crosses his arms again.
"I'm going to go then," I say slowly. "I don't want to keep your dad waiting."
"See you tomorrow, Em," Stiles give me a half-smile.
"See you," I watch him carefully as I leave.
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Fanfiction"Don't be afraid of change. You might lose something good, but you'll gain something better." Emerson McCall is a pretty average high school student. She has one friend she shares with her brother, Scott, and between the two of them, she has all she...
