"Stiles!" I shout as I bang on his door. "Stiles open up" I say ringing the doorbell. Finally I hear the doors unlocking and a head poke out. "Stiles-"
It wasn't him, it was his dad, "Hello Dani I haven't seen you in a while." He says has a rubs out an ache in his temple. "Yeah, is um Stiles here?"
Mr.Stilinski looked back inside and then at the door once more, "Why?"
I sighed, "He left his ADHD meds in my room last night." I lied
"He was out with Scott last night." he retorted.
crap
"Yeah about that, after where ever they went Scott got wasted and I hung out with Stiles..."
"and?" he sighed,
"We kinda just went in my room and some ecliptic details that don't need go be discussed."
"Wonderful, did he atleast use pr-"
"God no- can I just return his..."
He nodded and pointed to the top of the staircase.
I quickly padded up the stairs, and stormed into his room.
"Gah!" he let out his only had his boxers on.
I bit my lip in excitement, "Damn you Stiles!"
I threw the cracked orange bottle at his head. "What the hell is wrong with you?" I exclaimed, my eyes looking maddened. "What the hell is wrong with you Dani? Talk about privacy." I rolled my eyes and pushed him onto the bed pulling a cover onto his body. "Are you more comfortable now?"
"Now that you have showed that at any moment that you can push me down to a bed and possibly tie me down too... um no not really."
"Stiles, can we be adults for a second?"
"Sure, I'm open to your opinions wifey,"
"What's wrong with Scott?" I burst out, Stiles eyes widens.
"W-w-what? Why would you think that?"
I sigh, "Great there is something wrong. Can you just tell me?"
"No not really why what happened."
"He is easily upset now a days."
"He's on his period."
I frown at the fact that he easily dismissed my first theory. "His um eyes they do this glowing thing. When he is mad or eager."
"Yeah I just got him these new eye changing contacts."
"Stiles! He tried to kill me."
"What?" he said as he sat up.
"I couldn't breath," I pulled down my hood and unzipped my jacket. There were dark purple bruises on my clavicle and they did hurt. I sat down.
"Danielle how did you get away--" he placed an arm on my shoulder, I flinched and quickly stood up. I pulled my hood and zipped my jacket back up. I picked the orange pill bottle from the floor and handed it to Stiles.
I can feel tear in my eyes, my voice feels tight and I manage to croak out, "Can you just not be Scott's supplier for a while... 'Kay?" I say quickly fleeing the room and whipping tears from my eyes.
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The Bite |Teen Wolf|
Teen FictionOne of those cliche werewolf stories, or so it may seem. From the very moment Scott came home with the bite, his sister has been on edge every second of the day. Not even Scott, nor Stiles knows what impending torture they will have to go through ne...