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...
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STILES. IT WAS ALWAYS STILES. He had been taunting it. The beast behind the door. Bragging about how they had finally trapped it. Which of course caused it to climb up through the ceiling.
When they had finally escaped Scott has stopped them. Perking up and reminding both Luke and Stiles of a puppy.
"Wait, do you hear that?" He panted.
"Hear what?" Stiles asked. Luke started looking around the darkness. Paranoid after barely escaping the Alpha.
"It sounds like a phone ringing."
Scott pauses as the familiar tone rang through his ears once more. "That's Allison's phone."
Luke started dialling. He finally convinced Allison to meet them outside the trophy case. All three wondering the same thing.
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"Why are you here?" Scott hissed.
Allison looked confused. Looking at Scott like he had his memory erased. "Because you texted me to."
Scott paled as Luke intervened. "Allison Scott hasn't messaged anyone. Did you drive here?" He asked. Allison shook her head. "No, Jackson did."
Stiles almost choked on his own spit. Now he got to die with a douchebag by his side.
"Oh god, is my precious baby girl here?" Luke said in a flustered panic.
Just as he said that, both Lydia and Jackson walked through the doors. Both looking completely fed up.
"Ugh, finally can we go now?" Lydia asked. She walked over to Luke grabbed his hand and started to walk forward.
As she did so a sudden creaking rang through in the vents above. The boys knew immediately and before the others could question it- they started running.
It wasn't until a moment later something came crashing through the vent.
"Run!" Scott yelled.
Luke grabbed Stiles by his jacket and shoved him forward, kickstarting Stiles slight reaction. Lydia was still grasping tightly to Luke's hand as they both raced down the corridor with the rest of their group. In this madness, Luke was still finding himself awestruck at how Lydia managed to run that fast in heels.
