Soulmates

Y/N comes back

Stiles slumped into school and looked around. He sighed as he couldn't see Scott, only Lydia. She gave him a small smile as he walked towards her before opening his locker.

"You okay, hun?" she asked.

"No. I can't get that dream out of my head." He sighed.

"Did she say anything in it?" Lydia asked.

"Yeah. She said that everything would become clear soon, whatever the hell that means." He scoffed.

"I'm sure you'll figure it out." She nodded.

"I don't know, Lydia. I have no clue what to do." Stiles sighed.

"Oh my god." Lydia whispered.

"What?" he asked, looking at her. She nodded towards the entrance of the school, making Stiles look that way. His eyes widened as he saw her. The doors shut behind Y/N as she slowly walked in. His throat dried as he let out a breath. She looked incredible, even better than she'd looked the night she had left. She'd cut her hair so that it hovered above her shoulders but it still curled in a way that perfectly framed her face. It was now red, telling him that she had dyed it. He snapped out of it and suddenly felt rage growing in his stomach.

"No." he mumbled before storming towards her. He saw her gulp as he approached her.

"Hey-."

"Don't." he scoffed as he grabbed her arm and pulled her out of the doors.

Y/N's P.O.V

I walked into school and looked around. I gulped as everyone stopped their conversations and just stared at me, several eyes widening. I looked over the sea of people for Stiles. I felt my heart drop to my feet as I saw him. His eyes were also wide as he skimmed his eyes up and down me, checking out what had changed. My stomach dropped as I saw his eyes go dark. He said something to Lydia before storming towards me, making me gulp.

"Hey-."

"Don't." he scoffed before grabbing my arm and pulling me out of the building. He pulled me to his jeep and stood in front of me.

"What the hell are you doing here?" he asked.

"It's my home-."

"Your home? You've been gone for nine months, this is not your home." He scoffed, squinting his eyes at me. I sighed.

"I came back for you." I admitted, looking at him. He looked at me.

"Don't lie to me." He shook his head.

"I'm not, we both know you'd be able to feel it if I was lying." I scoffed. He returned it and shook his head.

"Come on." He mumbled, opening the passenger door to his jeep. I looked at him.

"Where are we going?" I asked.

"To the police station. You've been missing for nine months, presumed dead for eight. I need to tell my dad that you're alive." He mumbled. I sighed and nodded before climbing in. Stiles slammed the door behind me, making me jump. He climbed in next to me and put the key in the ignition before trying to start the jeep. His jaw clenched as it wouldn't start.

"Come on." He mumbled, turning the key again.

"Start, you piece of crap." He spat, turning the key yet again.

"Goddammit!" He yelled, hammering his palm against the steering wheel.

"Hey." I spoke, placing my hand over his. He flinched away immediately, moving his hand as he looked at me.