Somewhere amidst bloodthirsty werewolves and vengeful hunters, Carson Bradley did the one thing she thought she never would: she fell for her best friend.
(season 1, book 1)
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CHAPTER SIX LOCKER ROOM FIASCOS
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STILES POV
"They're like perfect for each other!" she squealed. "He's like so freaking in love with her, it's adorable. I want someone like that!"
I rolled my eyes at her with a grin. "I like you like that," I said, mumbling.
"Huh?" she asked. Her chocolate brown eyes bored into mine with a questioning look.
Almost automatically, I felt the blood rush to my cheeks. God, I've been doing a lot of blushing lately. "Nothing."
Without another word, I ducked into the locker room. The door pretty much slammed in her face.
God, I'm an idiot. If she ever found out...dear god, I think I'd die. She'd probably laugh in my face. I mean, just look at her dating record! Besides Jackson, she's gone out with like half the guys on the lacrosse team. Sure, it was only for a first date or two with all of them except Jackson, but it proved that she'd never go out with me. They were all popular, and funny, and had abs.
I was just pale, awkward, sarcastic Stiles. The best friend.
"Stupid, stupid," I muttered, walking through the locker room. I passed Scott, who looked like he was having a mental breakdown. I kept walking before that actually hit me. I quickly backtracked.
He leaned up against the metal racks, just staring into space.
"Did you apologize to Allison?" I asked.
"Yeah," he answered, sounding breathless.
"Well, is she giving you a second chance or..." I asked, trailing off.
"Yeah," he repeated.
"Yeah, alright! So everything's good," I laughed, going to walk off.
"No," I heard him say.
I walked back yet again. "No?"
"Remember the hunters?" he said. "Her dad is one of them."
Holy crap. Did he just say that Allison's dad was a hunter?
"Her dad?" I echoed.
"Shot me," he said.
"Allison's father?" I asked, my voice slightly going up.
"With a crossbow," he finished, eyes slightly wide.
My mind clearly wasn't processing this information. I took another few seconds, before asking again.
"Allison's father—"
"Yes, her father!" he yelled. And that's when the panic attack began setting in. "Oh my God... oh my god."
