catalyst [2] ☆ tw

xiv. SPARKS

CHAPTER FOURTEEN
SPARKS

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(oops this is gonna be rlly long)

The whine of the microphone compulsed Violet McCall to cover her ears before someone began yelling into the microphone, "No—I—give it! Violet! Violet McCall!" The voice exclaimed.

Violet exposed her ears to the sounds again as she wobbled back up, that's me! she thought.

"Violet! Where are you?" the person on the microphone spoke.

"Violet!" Another voice called out. Isaac's voice. He quickly approached Violet and helped her towards the front door, and past the stage where the person behind the microphone stood.

The constant shouting of her name made Violet's head spin. It wasn't long before she collapsed again, and dozens of people rushed to help her up.

"Someone can't hold their liquor." A commenter joked.

Turning back, Violet's boyfriend was nowhere to be found. She circled around herself until she felt someone grabbing her. Someone whose arms were not as muscular as Isaac's, but more bony. "Vi, you're staying out of your mother's sight until you sober up. I'm taking you home."

"W-what?" she said, suddenly feeling revolted. Violet lunged herself at the grassy lawn and hurled the contents of her stomach onto it. She mumbled an apology before wiping her mouth with her sleeve.

"Vi, that's disgusting." the boy who'd taken hold of her said.

"Mischief, is that you?" She asked absentmindedly.

"Yes—don't call me that. I gotta get you outta here before Isaac comes and punches me back." Stiles said, loading Violet into the backseat of his Jeep before hopping in himself and speeding off.

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"You haven't called me Mischief since my mom died." Stiles' voice awoke Violet. She stirred, wincing at the brightness of the room she was in. Covering herself with a blanket, she sensed the familiar scent of Stiles' cologne on the sheet and soon realized she was in his bed when the lightning-fast pain hit her head. Violet groaned as Stiles quickly closed the blinds in his bedroom.

"I'm sorry. I wasn't in my right mind." Violet sighed, sitting up slightly as Stiles practically shoved two Advil and a glass of water in her face. Taking both items, Violet downed the medicine before her mind raced with panic. "What time is it?" she asked in a frightened tone.

"6:40 AM. It's Friday. We have school in two hours." Stiles said.

Violet whipped Stiles' thick covers off her person, revealing herself in merely a bra and underwear. Her best friend's eyes widened as Violet took hold of the covers once more and saw her discarded dress in the corner of the room. "When did I take my dress off?" she asked.