Damaged 》Teen Wolf

Galvanize

I hate being up this late. I think the idea is stupid. But Stiles insisted that I'd come with him to school for Mischievous Night because it so-happens to be on Coach's birthday.

"Can I go home now?" I asked tiredly as I trailed behind Stiles.

He started walking backwards as he held the light near my face. "No, you can't. Do you want to know why?"

"Because you need me to break the chains off the doors."

He gave a little nod. "Besides that. You owe me for not helping us catch Malia."

We stopped in front of the school doors. I yanked the chains off with ease and made my way inside.

"Well, excuse me for getting tortured the past few weeks," I deadpanned. "I'll make sure it never happens again."

Stiles gave me a look. "Hey, leave the sarcasm to me."

I rolled my eyes. "What room are we starting anyway?"

I raised my eyebrow when Stiles smiled before he spun back around. "Well, since it is Coach's birthday. I'd figured we start with his."

He opened the doors to the locker rooms and stroll right in. A small smirk came to my face as an idea came to mind. I caught up with Stiles and grabbed his shoulder to turn him around. Before he could get a word out, I captured his lips with mine. Stiles froze for a moment before he kissed back. It's been two long weeks since I've kissed him. I'm just making up for lost time. I backed him up until his back hit one of the locker doors. My hands trailed up his chest to grab the collar of his jacket. Stiles moved one hand behind my neck to deepen the kiss while the other went towards my waist. When I pulled away Stiles still had the pouty look on his face while his eyes stayed close. He slowly opened.

I smiled up at him. "I'd figured we start with that first."

He nodded. "Good. G - Great."

I patted his shoulder before I walked further into the locker room. "If we're doing this thing, shouldn't we call Scott. Pranking is more like your guys' thing."

"Then why don't you use that True Mate bonding thing to bring him down here."

"It doesn't work like that. Even if I did, I don't know how to control it. We just got past learning each other's emotion. Otherwise he would have gotten up when I started kissing you, knowing our luck."

"Ok, then." Stiles got his phone out and started dialing Scott's number. "So you can feel everything he feels?"

"Yes."

"And you can somehow see what he sees sometimes?"

"Yes." I gave him a confused look. "Why?"

"Because I've been thinking, if Scott or you ever have sex and that weird vision first pointer happens does that mean you're having sex with the other person? And if we have sex,  and Scott gets sucked into one of his visions, does that mean he's having sex with me?"

"I don't think so."

He nodded. "Ok, good. It would just be weird if Scott was having -" He trailed off when Scott picked up the phone. "Hey, where are you?" Really? It's the middle of the night. Stiles grabbed my hand before we walked further into the locker room. "Get your ass down here now. We have a job to do."

"Dude, I'm already in bed. And aren't we getting a little old for this?" Scott asked.

"Yes," I answered.

Stiles gave me an annoyed look before he explained to the both of us, "We do this for Coach."

"I thought we did this to Coach," Scott clarified.