Egregious • Theo Raeken | Teen Wolf

Two

"So, you ran a background check, and all you found was a speeding ticket?" Malia asks as Stiles twitched around animatedly.
"Oh my god." I mumble, earning a glare in my direction.
"Speeding ticket signed by Theo's dad eight years ago." Stiles replies.

"Which means what?" Malia asks.
"Who speeds?" Stiles asks, "People trying to get away from something."

"How many tickets do you have?" I ask.
"None." He quips.

"How many would you have if your dad didn't get you out of them?" Malia retorts.
"Seventeen." He replies.
"Seventeen!?" I gasp. "Must be nice having a sheriff for a father." I roll my eyes and look around nervously.

"I don't know, Stiles. I mean I see why you're worried. He's really hot." Malia says, I quickly whip my head back to them and laugh her their expressions.

"He's got like perfect hair, perfect body." Malia adds, "You should definitely feel threatened."
"Thank you, because I do. Now more than ever!" Stiles yells.
"You're being over dramatic, Stiles." I reply, rolling my eyes.

But she was right.

"Want me to torture him?" Malia asks.
"Malia!" I hiss, looking around quickly, hoping that nobody had heard our conversation.
"No, I don't want you to torture him." Stiles replies quietly.

"Are you sure? I'm pretty sure I can take him." She says bluntly. Her words reminded me of Mason and my brother's conversation about Brett last year. She could give him to me.

"Malia, I love you." I laugh at the girl.
"I have a plan. Alright? There are steps to doing this right." Stiles says.
"What steps?" I groan.

"We get the story. Verify the facts. We find the piece that doesn't fit, we catch him in the act. That's how you do it." Stiles explains, looking over to where a car was dropping someone off.

It was Theo. He waves at us, but I glance away, pretending I hadn't seen him. I was too busy thinking over Malia's words. She was right. He was really hot.

"Why are you so suspicious of this guy?" Malia asks, studying Theo across the parking lot.
"Because, I remember Theo from the fourth grade and that's not Theo." He replies.
"Okay, I'm pretty sure he can hear you by now." I say, heading inside.

~

I watch as the first-year students flail around aimlessly. I couldn't help but feel sorry for them as Stiles just laughs at their expressions. This was me not too long ago. I'm still kind of upset over leaving my old school but it was kind of my fault. I'm glad to know the people I know now.

I swat his arm and say, "Stiles, don't make their day worse!"
"You can't help everyone." Stiles mumbles as I walk away.

"That's what we do!" I yell back, earning a scoff.

I walk up to a small group of Freshmen who seem to be scared shitless and offer them some help.
I don't mind helping them find where they needed to be, after all I enjoyed it.

As I was finally able to show the last ones to their class, I hear someone walk up behind me.
"Care to help one more?" They ask.

I turned around to find Theo smirking. I can practically taste the arrogance his body reeks of.
"Have you been following me?" I ask, raising an eyebrow. He looks at me, widening his eyes.
"No." He says, a little too quickly. "I'm just new here."
"Uh huh..." I nod.

We stare at each other for a moment. His eyes were locked onto mine. I've always been a sucker for green eyes and his were mesmerizing.

The warning bell rings and I break myself away from his stare, there's a slight grin on his lips.