Chapter Four

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~Stiles

"Stiles,  what are we doing here?" Scott groans as I park my Jeep in the park. I smiles & reach in the back to get the bottle of Jack Daniels I stole from my dad. He doesn't need it anyways.

"When your best friend gets dumped-" He cuts me off by groaning again. ", You get him drunk!" Again, he groans.

He gets out & goes over to a tree & sits. I sit next to him & take a long drink of Jack.

I lay down & look at the stars  And the sky starts spinning.  I take another sip, & and another, & another.

"Dude. Duuuuuuuude. You know she's just one-one girl, right? There are so many girls in the-the sea!"  I say taking another sip.

Sighing, he says "Fish in the sea."

"Fish? I'm talking about girls. I love LOVE girls. Especially a girl names Ember. She's so pretty. I-I haven't thought about Lydia aaaaaaall day. She's probably with stupid face Jackson right now." I say pouting. I take another sip.

He again, sighs. I look up at him.

"You're not happy. Why aren't you drinking?"

"I don't want any." He says pushing the bottle away.

"But you're not drunk."

"I'm not anything,  dude. I think you've had too much-" "Maybe it's like a wolf-wolf thing! Maybe you can't get drunk!" I say hiccupping.

"Look at the two little bitches getting drunk." Some dude says whilst laughing. He takes the bottle.

"Dude give it back." I say standing up, as does Scott.

"He wants another drink! " He says laughing.

"I think we should just leave." I whisper to Scott.

"No."

"No?" I say blinking. What's gotten into him.

"No. You came here to get me drunk, & I'm not drunk yet." He says. He's getting angry. He can't get angry right now. He's not in the right state of mind & with the full moon tomorrow, he could freaking rip these dudes into shreds.

"Give me the bottle." He says clenching his jaw.

The two idiots start laughing. Scotts breathing gets heavier & I know this isn't gonna be good. He snatches  the bottle & throws it, smashing it into that poor tree.

What did the tree ever do to him?!!

I look down & see his claws are coming out. This is not looking good.

He grabs my arm & brings me back to my Jeep.

"Dude, what the he'll was that?!" I ask stumbling.  He stops me, & holds his hands out for the keys.

I sigh & give them to him.

He doesn't say anything when we get into to Jeep.

"Can we have a sleepover?" I ask.

That's the last thing I remember.

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