"Dude, you know, she's just one - one girl," Stiles says from where he's lying on the ground. Scott looks down at him, expressionless. "You know, there are so many - there are so many other girls in the sea."
I look at Stiles weirdly.
"Fish in the sea," Scott corrects for me.
"Fish?" Stiles echoes. "Why you talking 'bout fish? I'm talking about girls. I love girls. I love 'em. I love especially ones with strawberry blonde hair ... chocolate brown eyes ... 5'3 -"
I look over when Stiles says brown eyes. I thought he was describing Lydia, but Lydia has green eyes.
"Like Lydia?" Scott asks. Clearly, he missed what just happened. I settle back down against the rock. Stiles is so drunk out of his mind that he doesn't even know what he's saying. Stiles just grins at the sky.
"Yeah, I like Lydia, but I also like ... wait ..." Stiles breaks off slowly. "What was I talking about?" He catches my brother's solemn face. "Hey, you're not happy. Take a drink."
He reaches for the still half-full bottle to hand it to Scott.
"I don't want any more," my brother says.
"You still don't want any, Mer?" Stiles asks.
"Nope."
"That's cool." Stiles sets the bottle back down on the rock.
"You're not drunk?" Stiles lays back down and looks up at Scott.
"I'm not anything," Scott answers hollowly.
"Hey, maybe it's like - maybe it's like not needing your inhaler anymore, you know? Maybe you can't get drunk ... as a wolf. I wonder if psychics can get drunk ..." Stiles spews. I guess we'll never find out unless Stiles finds a different psychic. "Am I drunk?"
"You're wasted," Scott answers.
"Can wolves get drunk anyways?" I arch an eyebrow.
"Why are we talking about drunk wolves?" Stiles asks. "Ohh ... because Scott ..." He looks up and laughs. "Yeahhh ..." When he notices Scott's face, he stops. "Come on, dude. I know it feels bad. I know it hurts. I know. Well, I don't know. But I know this. I know that as much as being broken up hurts, being alone is way worse." Stiles stops and laughs again. "That didn't make any sense." He keeps laughing. "I need a drink."
"Well," a voice says from above us. I look up to see a guy take the bottle from Stiles. "Look at the three little bitches getting their drink on."
"Give it back," Scott orders evenly from his rock.
"Uh-oh," Stiles says as I pull him up into a sitting position.
"What's that, little man?" the guy asks.
"I think he wants a drink." The guy behind him smirks.
"I want the bottle," Scott corrects them.
"Scott, maybe we should just go," Stiles suggests.
"Yeah, come on," I say, pulling myself to my feet. I get a bad feeling from these two, like a strong sense of death. It sits on me heavily and clings to my skin like high humidity.
"No, you guys brought me here to get drunk," Scott argues. "I'm not drunk yet."
The two guys snort and the one holding the bottle takes a swig. Scott gets off his rock and walks over in front of the guy.
"Give me the bottle," he commands.
The guy shakes his head and Scott stares at him. I see his eyes glow yellow and my adrenaline starts to pump.
"Scott," I say slowly. God, he's going to kill them. That's the death I sense. They're going to be slaughtered by a werewolf. It becomes a truth way too quickly.
"Give me the bottle of Jack," my brother repeats, lower. I can almost hear the beginning of a snarl in his voice. The guy holds the bottle out and Scott snatches it, throwing it as hard as he can into a tree trunk.
"Scott?" Stiles asks. The two guys turn and leave. I can sense their fear rolling off of them. I pull Stiles to his feet and the two of us following Scott, who is already marching away. "Okay, please tell me that was because of the breakup. Or 'cause tomorrow's the full moon."
Scott opens the passenger side door for Stiles.
"They're going to die," I pipe up as Stiles clambers in.
"No one's dying," Scott tells me.
"I can feel it," I push.
"Just like you feel Allison is a werewolf hunter?"
I don't miss the heavy load behind Scott's words.
"Going home now, yeah?" Stiles asks.
"Yeah," Scott says, closing the door. I crawl reluctantly into the back as Scott takes Stiles' keys and starts the Jeep.
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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...
