Directions (Sequel to Paths//Teen Wolf Fan Fiction)

Chapter 17

I limped out of the car, my arm around Damon's shoulder as Tyler held me up. Katherine had sped away,along with Caroline and Elena. Damon was going to leave tomorrow and Tyler was going to stay with me a little bit.

I groaned, feeling something shift inside of me. It was almost pitch black, after all it was 2am.

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THIRD PERSON'S POV

Stiles lay in bed, Malia beside him. He didn't love Malia, he just didn't know what to do with Clara. So he kept Malia around in fear of hurting anyone else.

Malia groaned, hitting her head off of Stiles' head board, he turned to her with a questioning glance.

"Clara's outside" She said. Stiles stumbled up, looking out the window. He saw 2 men, one being Damon and one being the ex he had heard about, carrying Clara, he opened his window slightly, trying to hear. 

"Stop stop stop" Clara said, groaning. Stiles didn't know Clara had went to help Scott. He was immediately interested, concerned and proud of and for her.

Damon gently lay Clara down, she bent forward, feeling whatever was in her body ache and scratch her heart. She went to scream but Damon covered her mouth. Stiles watched with wide eyes, wanting to help. He watched intensely as Tyler gently put his hand into Clara body, he saw the tears stream down her face and her trying to scream.

"Oh my god" Stiles sighed. He saw Tyler pulling out pieces of wood, but after each piece Clara seemed to calm down. Until it was all out. She sighed, slumping down. To Stiles, she looked dead. Although, technically she is dead.

"Stiles?" Malia asked, Stiles sprung up from his bed, wanting to help Clara desperately. He got outside, Malia chasing after him, but just saw the door close behind Damon. He stared at the spot where she lay. He regretted not being with her, he regretted cheating and couldn't express how sorry he was.

"You should go home" Stiles whispered. Malia crossed her arms and furrowed her eyebrows. She knew Clara would come between her and Stiles, but what she never thought of was she came between Clara and Stiles. And now she was starting to see it. She began to walk home, Stiles continuing to stare at Clara's house.

CLARA'S POV

I sighed, stepping out the bathroom in my PJ's and walking into my room. It had been a long night, a long weekend actually. But all I could imagine was sleeping and never seeing Stiles again. But obviously, the universe was against me.

I walked over to the window, taking my hands away from tying my hair back to draw the curtains but looked out and in the middle of the road stood Stiles. He was staring at me. I held my breath, looking down at him. I felt tears come to my eye, he smiled sadly, waving at me. My heart yelled at me to run downstairs to hug him, to be with him again. But instead I just looked him dead in the eye and drew the curtains closed, sighing and holding the curtains as if I were going to re-open them. I stood there debating it for a good 5 minutes.

Maybe if I open them up again, he'll say he loves me. He'll apologize and I'll know how he feels.

And that's exactly what I did. I pulled the curtains open with dire urgency and a stupid smile but in the middle of the road, was dust. Not even a foot print left behind by Stiles. I guess that's a sign, we're just not meant to be together.