SOTC: FOMY (fear of missing you) - [SEBELL]
// virgins and detentions \\
Tori came to a stop in front of the office, crossing her arms over her sweaters chest as she watched a skinny boy in a blue flannel peek into the window carefully. "Stiles, what the hell are you doing?"
The Stilinski's eyes left his dad, a female deputy and Ashley as she called out his name, cursing himself for acting to weird and not thinking to check behind him as well as watch and wait for the arrival of the murder victims girlfriend. He dropped from his odd position and turned toward Tori.
"I'm observing"
"Well, most people call that stalking" She sat down by his now normal seating position and uncrossed her arms. "What are you doing out here?"
Stiles eyes quickly looked over at the closed door of the office and snapped back to the Whittemore. "Waiting for Ashley"
"Why?"
"I need to know if Kyle was a virgin. If he was, that means that this whole Human Sacrifice stuff is real; Which, no doubt in my mind, is totally, 100%, real-"
The door opened and out came Ashley and the female deputy, which told the blonde girl to wait patiently while the officers talked it over. Stiles looked over at Ashley and back at Tori who shook her head no. Stiles looked back at the blonde and once again, slowly back at Tori, who shook her head frantically. Stiles jumped up from his seat and softly grabbed Ashley's arm.
"Hey, Ashley. Can I talk for you just for a sec?" Stiles had pulled himself and the blonde far enough away so a normal person couldn't here what he and her spoke about. Tori decided not to listen in to the conversation, wanting nothing more but to not hear what Stiles was about to say. A sharp smack was enough to pull Tori out of her day dream and look over to a guard pulling Ashley away for the Stilinski and his father walking over to Stiles.
"And no" Ashley turned back around, "He wasn't a virgin"
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"The two of you will wash all the boards in this hall. Re-shelving the library-" Mr.Harris stopped infront of the last row on the lunchtime detention room, eyes flowing over the three teens that sat awkwardly and quietly, "- restocking the janitors closet."
Isaac lahey went wide eyes, turning in his seat to take a glance at the argent that sat behind him. Allison quickly moved her gaze to Isaac, dropping her pen to wipe her clammy hands over her legs. Tori furrowed her eyebrows at there weird behaviour, digging the heel of her plan into her temples. "Huh, Mr.Harris-" Isaac jumped from his seat, stopping the teacher and began to speak quietly to him. Unfortunately, not quiet enough. Isaac jetted his thumb over his shoulder, "-does it have to be with her?"
From Allison's sudden shameful demeanour, Tori could tell that the curly haired wolf wasn't taking about her, but about her close friend, Allison. The two girls glanced at each other, Tori giving her eyebrows a raise to ask what was wrong, but, the short haired teen ignored her friends question, looking around the room.
Harris sighed, "if your prefer not to, then yes. You have to be with both."
Isaac's shoulders slumped, slowly turning back around to face the two brunettes. And with a soft whisper leaving his lips, he sighed, "Great"
