𝐋𝐘𝐃𝐈𝐀 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐍.
━━━ ❛ WARNING ━━━ YOU
CAUGHT FEELINGS! ❜
extended summary inside.
season three. book 01 / 02 of Everyone
wants to be a hero.
plot creator ━━━ @/wcnchstr
published ━━━ seventeen. sixth. twenty-eig...
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chapter three.
"WHAT?" STILES BARKED. Arthur flickered his hazel browns between the two noticing the longing look on Scott's face, he fought the urge to groan out loud knowing the beta has something on his mind restraining him from focusing on having fun tonight.
Scott glimpsed at the two realizing they're both looking at him, he pinched his eyebrows together. "What, what do you mean, "what"?"
"He means 'what', you know what 'what' means." Arthur piped up walking on Scott's other side down the pavement to a house party Stiles bragged about being invited to because they invited him not them first.
His features twisted clueless. "'What' what?"
"You've lost me now." The hazel brown countered glimpsing at the two, hands in his pockets.
Stiles leaned forward looking at Arthur pointing at Scott. "You didn't see that look he was giving?"
Arthur nodded passing the werewolf a side glance. "I saw the look."
"I didn't give a look." Scott complained with a small groan looking at the two. The only time Stiles and Arthur could get along is when they're taunting Scott, something they never fail to do.
"Oh, there was a distinct look, Scott." Stiles retorted walking sideways now.
The werewolf avoided their eyes. "What look?"
"The look that says; the last thing you want to do is not worry about our bizarre town for one night." The hazel brown noted. He wanted to dance until he couldn't stand anymore, he wanted to feel as free as a butterfly without thinking about Beacon Hill's newest threat breathing down his neck. Is it too much to ask?
Scott huffed giving in. "It's not that. It just seems weird going to a different high school's party." Arthur groaned along with Stiles, this isn't the first time he's attended parties with different high schools. He's done plenty with Lydia before she met Jackson, Arthur wouldn't say they're enemies but they're closer than classmates.
"What? Would you..." The freckled boy groans slouching his shoulders. "God, one drink, all right? You'll be fine. I went to nursery school with this girl, okay? She promised to introduce us to all of her friends. So tonight, no Allison, no Lydia," Stiles eyes Scott and Arthur, his voice raises finishing his speech. "Tonight, we're moving on."
