SOTC: Feeling Whitney - Post Malone
(Start song were suggested for best affect and feels)
// unleashed \\
After her rather long phone call with Stiles, Tori decided to stay up that night. You know, with some crazy murderer walking around Beacon Hills, killing virgins and what not, made Tori not sleep but rather sit awake and tired. Anxiously, her eyes bounced between her window, bathroom window and door. Tori hadn't argued with her mind much longer to go get some food. Still in some sort of fear, she climbed out of her warm bed sheets and headed into her kitchen. She pulled open her refrigerator, grabbing the last blood bag that Melissa had given to her in her last batch.
The front door of her home opened quietly, and Tori could here body's shuffling in. She put down the cool bag of liquid on the counter, slowly starting to walk into the mud room.
"Scott?" Her voice wavered as she called out, "Derek?"
"Honey?"
Her mother appeared around the corner, followed by her father with suitcases following behind the married couple. Tori sighed, placing a hand on her forehead to try and calm herself down. Shalinnee Whittemore looked at her husband with her eyebrows raised, a small chuckle leaving her lips. "Tori, what are you doing up? It's 12:00pm"
"I know" she muttered, trying to shake away the literal shaking the had been going through her body. "I was hungry. How was the work trip?"
"Lovely" her father smiled, following the two girls into the kitchen. "We ended up being able to visit your brother in that 1 month span"
"And before you ask, Jackson is doing just fine as a London werewolf" her mother smirks at Tori, placing her coat over the back of a bar stool chair. "Now, head on up to bed. You have school tomorrow"
Tori huffed, turning on her heels and jogging up the stairs quickly. But, it wasn't long before she jogged at the same pace down the stairs again and hugged both of her parents, a small smile on her face.
_____
BEACON HILLS HIGH SCHOOL, BOYS LOCKER ROOM.
Scott pulled his hoodie over his head, he and Stiles looking at the phone Scott hand set in the top of his gym locker, Tori on FaceTime.
"I just don't get it. The way he left his car, his dog" the Hispanic boy shook his head in dis-belief, staring down at his shoes. He had been working at the animal clinic with Deaton like he usually does on an average night. He had just finished treating a dog, and this puppy, Bullet, owner took him home. But, much to Scotts dismay, he found bullet outside barking by his owners car and the owner nowhere to be found.
"Okay" Tori huffed, trying to keep her voice quiet as she changed in the girls change room, her phone in the same position Scotts was. She pulled her school gym tank top over her head, "maybe, that wasn't bullet"
"It said Bullet on his name tag" Scott argued.
Stiles got into his zip up grey hoodie. "Okay, was he like a virgin-maybe. Did he look like a virgin, you know was he like virginal?"
"No" Scott shook his head, "defiantly not. Deaton makes me have sex with all of his clients, new policy" Scott chuckled at Stiles blank expression, who obviously did not find his friends joke funny. Like, at all.
