Opia

Chapter 7

"-you get your best friend drunk." Stiles grinned at Scott, who looked back with a blank expression.

About fifteen minutes later, Stiles was completely drunk.

"Dude, you know, she's just one-one girl. You know, there are so many-there are so many other girls in the sea."

"Fish in the sea."

Stiles looked at Scott like he was an idiot. "Fish? Why you talking about fish? I'm talking about girls. I love girls. I love 'em. I love especially ones with black hair, medium skin, grey eyes, 5'7"-"

Scott's eyebrows raised. "Like my sister?"

"Yeah, she's gorgeous." Stiles looked confusingly at his best friend. "Hey, how did you know I was talking about-about-What was I talking about? Hey, you're not happy. Take a drink."

"I don't want any more." Scott seemed annoyed with the sarcastic boy.

"You're not drunk?"

"I'm not anything," Scott answered honestly.

"Hey, maybe it's like-maybe it's like not needing your inhaler anymore, you know. Maybe you can't get drunk as a wolf. Am I drunk?"

Scott laughed slightly. "You're wasted."

Stiles looked proud. "Yeah!" He reached up for a high five but looked sad when Scott didn't give him one. "Come on, dude, I know it feels bad. I know it hurts. I know. Well, I don't know. But I know this. I know that as much as being broken up hurts, being alone is way worse. That didn't make any sense. I need a drink."

Two guys suddenly showed up, and one of them took the bottle from Stiles, who instantly sobered up. "Well, look at the two little bitches getting their drink on."

Scott stood up, feeling angry at the strangers. "Give it back."

The first guy laughed. "What's that, little man?"

The second one smirked. "I think he wants a drink."

"I want the bottle."

Stiles stood up next to Scott and pat his shoulder. "Scott, maybe we should just go."

"You brought me here to get me drunk, Stiles. I'm not drunk yet. Give me the bottle. Give me the bottle of Jack."

"Scott?"

Scott's eyes glowed yellow, and the men instantly handed the bottle over. Stiles shook his head. "Okay, please tell me that was because of the breakup. Or 'cause tomorrow's the full moon. Going home now, yeah?"

*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*

Leila groaned as the radio woke her up.

"-beautiful Monday morning, Beacon Hills High School is back open after being closed Thursday and Friday. Police search continues for alleged killer Derek Hale-"

She shut off the machine, forgetting about how they convinced the cops that's Derek was the killer. She could hear her mom and Scott talking in his room, but decided to ignore them. Leila just rolled over to try to get more sleep.

"Hey, how're you feeling?" Her mom rubbed her shoulder as she smiled sympathetically at her daughter.

"Horrible," she groaned. She tightened her arms around her pillow. "I feel like death."

"Ah, that's lovely."

"Do I have to go to school?" Leila looked at her mother pleadingly.

Melissa McCall sighed. "Scott's going, but you don't have to go if you really don't want to."