The Other McCall ✢ Stilinski | 1

FIFTEEN

FIFTEEN

"Stiles. I'm fine." I groan as he and I walk down the hallways Beacon Hills the next Monday morning. We had Thursday and Friday off, the police are still looking for Derek. Though he's dead. So, have fun finding him.

It's funny, nobody knows it was us that were trapped in school. Which I'm glad, I hate talking to people.

"Stacey," Stiles stopped me, and I bumped into him on accident, which I didn't mind at all. "You were almost killed Wednesday, you can't say to me your fine. I—why did you leave? I would lose my freaking mind if something had happened to you on Wednesday,"

"I'm still alive now, Stiles." I shrug. "It's fine, no big deal."

"It's a pretty big freaking deal to me." Stiles snapped, and I jumped at his sudden tone and he sighed. "Stacey, you may shrug it off and think it's nothing, but I won't, you're like... the only one... ugh, Stacey, you don't understand."

"Then help me understand." I plead, our eyes connect.

"I—you don't feel the same way about it." Stiles quickly said. Oh? I drop my shoulders.

"Well, then, I better get to that test we have."

✢

I entered Mr. Harris' class, god she had him for the test we have. I usually sit behind Stiles, which I did. And he came in entering after me, he had sat down and put out three pencils and a rubber. I snort at it.

Scott had comes in as well, tried to talk to Allison, but failed. Scott sat a few seats away from us.

"You have 45 minutes to complete this test." Mr. Harris started. "25% of your grade can be earned right now simply by writing your name on the cover of your blue book." Mr. Harris held out up the blue book and I wrote down on my page, and wrote Stacey McCall. "However, as happens every year, one of you will inexplicably fail to put your name on the cover, and I'll be left yet again questioning my decision to ever become a teacher. So. Let's get the disappointment over with." He held up a timer. "Begin."

I soon begin, answering each test I could. I flipped over the page and started to answer them straight away, I must say, I was flying through them. During the middle of the test, Scott had gotten but and left, all heads fly up watching him leave.

Scott, what the hell are you doing?

"Mr. McCall?" Mr. Harris calls, at his sudden absences. Stiles had quickly gotten up and out of his seat, running after him. Should I go after? "Mr. Stilinski!" I attempted to get up, but was shot down by Harris. "Miss McCall if you even attempt to go out that door and not finish the test I will give you detention for the rest of your school life."

My eyes widen.

"Can you do that?" Mr. Harris glares at me, and I slowly sat back down.

He can totally do that.

✢

I stop when I saw Stiles walk through my once locked door later on that night. I frowned. "You have a key?"

Stiles grins and holds up a key. "I have a key," he had a big bag with him—I forgot that the full moon was tonight.

"Scott?" My Mom asks, walking through the lounge to the door with her work closes on.

"Stiles." Stiles smiled at my mum.

"Key!" Mom pointed at the key, I'm not surprised that Stiles made himself a key.

"Yeah, I had one made, so..." Stiles trailed off, holding up the key.

"That doesn't surprise me." Mom said, looking at Stiles. "It scares me, but it doesn't surprise me." Stiles dumbs the big bag on the ground, and Mom stares at it. "What is that?"