Stiles hated to admit it- hated how cliché it was- but Luke Arnold was in his blood. Like a drug, overpowering every thought he had and he couldn't get enough.
- a story in which stiles becomes head over heels for luke arnold , a caffeine addicted...
I re did this chapter because I hated how it went. I'm also on collage break till next Monday so hopefully there'll be a new chapter out soon. Please vote it means a lot!
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IT WAS A SWEET, UNEXPECTED offer and one Stiles didn't expect him to go with. But after 6 painful hours of school, Stiles was a little stunned to see the familiar denim jacket and red hoodie of Luke Arnold.
The boy was leaning against Stiles' jeep, one hand gripping his backpack the other holding his phone and tapping away at his screen playing some sort of game. Luke turned, now leaning on his jeep and giving a goofy grin to Stiles as he walked up.
He noticed the new arrangement of pins, some being tiny tarot cards, others being badges of 90's batman comics.
"Are we actually gonna hang out this time Stilinski?" He asked, hopefully. Stiles shrugged and unlocked the door. "Sure, as long as I can keep updated on Scott and Allison and the 'studying'." Stiles used his fingers to quote the last part. He laughed as Luke glared at him and groaned as he hopped into the car, Stiles following.
"I'm going to have to hear this from Allison," he sighed and buckled his seatbelt. As stiles started to pull out he gave him a serious look.
Luke never got a chance to speak as a small girlish yelp came from his throat. Standing right in front of them was someone Stiles never really wanted to know - Derek Hale. Swaying, pale and sweaty it didn't take long from he collapsed in the road. Luke ran out of the car and knelt before the stranger, Scott by his side as Stiles begrudgingly made his way over.
"Are you okay, Sir?" Luke asked. "I got shot." Derek answered.
Luke started to stutter, unable to form a proper sentence as Scott and Stiles barely batted an eye. "He's not looking so good dude," Stiles then looked over to Luke, growing concerned. "Maybe you should go get a ride with Lydia, Luke."
Luke turned to look at Stiles, completely in shock that not only the boy could be so calm, but the fact that he should abandon the handsome stranger.
"Why aren't you healing?" Scott panicked. Luke scoffed. "Healing? Scott he was shot!"
Derek ignored him and started panting. "I can't, it was a different kind of bullet." "A silver bullet?" Stiles proposed. "No you idiot." Derek said.
Luke sighed, he had no clue what was going on and he didn't think he wanted too. He still had no idea why the boys weren't dragging the dark brooding stranger to the hospital.
Scott's face suddenly dropped. "That's what she meant when she said you have 48 hours."
Derek looked up, clearly in fear. "Who said that?" "The one who shot you."
Dereks eyes flashed blue, and Luke could honestly admit that's he's never seen something so beautiful and terrifying at the same time. "What the fuck?"
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Luke didn't argue with Stiles any longer, his instincts told him to trust the boy and run. Pretend none of what he saw happened. So that's what Luke did.
He finally got home, his dad sitting in the living room chowing down on a box of pizza. He looked to the coffee table, his own slices and of course a can of Rockstar, his father constantly feeding his caffeine addiction.
He sat on the sofa with a huff before curling up and into the few dozen of decorative cushions. "That bad of a day, huh?"
Luke just glared at his dad as he started to eat. Those blue eyes, mesmerising blue. Definitely not a human blue. Especially when they changed like that so quickly.
Luke suddenly felt nauseous and headed up stairs, leaving his pizza and his drink and leaving his dad confused.
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Luke woke up a few hours later, his phone buzzing. He groaned as he picked it up, still feeling groggy from his sleep.
"I'm sorry Luke-"
Luke chuckled. "You should definitely answer the phone like that more often Stilinski." Stiles gave a small laugh from the other side. "How's your friend." Luke asked, still a little bitter from earlier.
There was a long pause. "He's fine. Look my dad had to handle it since it was serious- so uh, if you could, like, not mention it for-" "The civilian protection thingy? Don't worry Stiles. I understand. You still owe me a date."
Luke could hear Stiles gulp through the phone. "I'm joking. Bye super-dork."
Luke hung up and turned over, burying himself under the covers. He wasn't going to press Stiles about the mans glowing blue eyes. He didn't want too.
