Lionheart ▷ Stiles Stilinski

- ONE; NOT SO GOLDEN TRIO

( ONE; NOT SO GOLDEN TRIO )

    TATE ABBOTT'S BOOTS were soaked to the literal soul as she trekked through the Beacon Hills Preserve behind Scott McCall and Stiles Stilinski. The two boys were several meters ahead, bickering about Scott's asthma and a flashlight whilst Tate hung at the back with her head in the clouds. Her vacation homework was running through her mind at a hundred miles per hour as she scowled at the thought of how much she still had to do and how little time she had in proportion to that.

     Her legs were covered in a thin layer of tights and her skirt was sadly hanging at her hips from where the rain had washed its regular breeziness away. The leather jacket she wore on her torso was enough to keep her chest warm as well as the sweatshirt underneath it. Tate's bright ginger locks tickled her neck in the tight ponytail she had tied them in.

     "Stiles," she hissed as her friend dropped to the ground, "you couldn't have picked a better night for body hunting." The boy visibly rolled his eyes and Tate could hear him mumbling under his breath but she chose to not mention it seeing as the police could be anywhere.

     "Will you stop complaining and get down here," Stiles hurried from his current position on the ground.

     The ginger girl shuddered and crossed her arms tightly over her chest, "I'm coming, Stilinski. Geez." A squelch echoed from her boots causing her to stop in her tracks with a wince and Scott to wheeze in laughter. Her attention snapped to the asthma pump in his hands.

     "You okay, Scotty?" Tate asked and the McCall boy nodded as he staggered over from the tree and took a pump. His breaths were audibly labored but he laid down next to the other two teenagers anyway.

     "I'm," a cough, "fine."

     The three laid under the 'cover' of a thick bramble branch for a few moments as Stiles fumbled around with the flashlight, trying to turn it off before the trio got caught by the visibly large group of police workers up ahead.

     "Hey!" Stiles exclaimed whilst standing up and grabbing firmly onto Tate's jacket, "come one!" The girl yelped in surprise as she was pulled away from the ground and stumbled to her feet so that she could run next to Stiles. Her attention flickered to their hands, the two now having a firm grasp on each other's. Butterflies in the girl's stomach were something that didn't go unnoticed but she pushed the feeling down.

     "Stiles!" Scott yelled in confusion and obvious worry as the two came closer to the oncoming police.

     "Stiles, what the hell are you doing?" Tate shrieked as the lights got brighter and brighter.

      Here's the thing, Tate Abbott doesn't scare easy. She isn't scared of giant spiders or big snakes that can wrap around your neck like a scarf and she isn't scared of being ten thousand feet in the air, so she isn't scared by police either. However, Tate can admit that her plans on the night before the first day of school are not getting arrested because (a) she has homework to do and (b) as much as Sarah Abbott was sweet, she was terrifying to piss off and Tate certainly was not about to get into deep trouble with her mom over Stiles being an adrenaline junkie. 

     "Tate!" Scott shouted, this time gaining Stiles' attention as the Abbott girl pulled on his arm and got him to stop. The duo turned to Scott, Tate biting her lip in hopes that their friend would catch up with them a little quicker. She was more than aware of his heavy breathing and she felt guilt build up in her stomach.