[BOOK TWO]
Once a deep and powerful connection between two people has been made they become a vital part in each other's lives and there is no separating them. No measure of distance or duration of silence can prevent the outbreak of smiles and laug...
"Stiles, of course he hasn't," Sierra replied for what felt like the millionth time. "It's the middle of the night."
"But it's not just a normal night," Stiles persisted eagerly, "It's Mischief Night, almost Day actually. He knows he's supposed to help us set up Coach's prank."
Sierra chuckled quietly and continued walking down the dark hallway with her boyfriend who was holding a flashlight. He had literally dragged her out of his bed so they could get everything ready in time. After a lot of planning and thinking, they had come up with the perfect scheme together. They were going to carefully remove the bolts and screws from everything in Finstock's office and keep it upright with masking tape. This meant that it would stay up long enough until Coach fell off his chair, or ran into anything. Sierra personally thought it was a very clever trick, considering she came up with putting the screws in a perfectly wrapped gift box.
From beside her, Stiles hummed excitedly to himself as they entered the boys' locker room. He had stashed some supplies the other day and couldn't wait to put them to good use. "Should I try Scott again?" Sierra whispered, watching him take off his lacrosse bag.
"Yeah, go ahead. I have a few words for the guy."
A moment filled with Stiles anxiously tapping his foot passed before Sierra heard a familiar voice on the other side of the phone line. "Hello?" Scott asked groggily, sitting up in his bed.
"Glad to hear you're still alive," Sierra remarked with a chipper tone. "We're at the school so you better hurry before Stiles beats your-"
Stiles grabbed the phone out of her hand, immediately stating to his best friend, "Get your ass down here, we have work to do."
"Sierra, may I please have the phone?" Sierra mimicked under her breath, crossing her arms over her chest in a huff. "Yes, of course, Stiles, because you asked ever so kindly."
Stiles shot her a look even though Scott was speaking to him, hearing her words before he focused back on the other conversation. "Dude, we do this for Coach."
"I thought we did this to Coach?" Scott reworded the phrase, already throwing a shirt over his torso.
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Stiles rolled his eyes but stopped walking once he reached his locker. "Whatever, you know he needs this. Coach lives for this kind of stuff, you know? He loves it."
"But it's the middle of the night."
"Do you and Sierra have like a psychic link or something?" Stiles asked him, slightly bewildered since his girlfriend had said something similar.
Sierra commented, "You do realize I'm a supernatural creature whose powers literally involve connecting to people, right?"
Ignoring her, Stiles continued an attempt to persuade the teen wolf. Unbeknownst to him, Scott was almost already to the school. "It's twelve-fifteen actually, which means past midnight. That also means it is officially Mischief night slash day. And by a perfectly awesome coincidence, it is also Coach's birthday. So if you're not down here in five seconds, I will destroy you."
