You're The Reason | Scott McCall [ 1 ]

42. Raves Aren't My Faves

CHAPTER FORTY-TWO
RAVES AREN'T MY FAVES

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Mini leaned against the metal table with a glare. "I need a break. I've been busting my ass making sure our team continues to progress towards success."

Nathan Bowers, being a typical teenage boy, creamed at the sight of Mini seducting him at school earlier, which means we got tickets for all of us and that also means... we're going to the stupid rave party to watch Jackson and, hopefully, find out who's controlling him when he turns into the lizard boy. The five of us were in the animal clinic, waiting for Deaton to appear so he can give us tools and information on how we can trap kanima Jackson. I would say it was peculiar for us to be going to him for help but he helped heal Scott and Sam after the whole ice rink fight with Derek, he knows about the supernatural, and he's also the one that told us about the bestiary in the first place. Let's just say we've found ourselves a new ally.

But could Deaton turn out to be a better ally than Derek?

"A break?", Stiles confusedly asked, blinking, "You literally did nothing..."

"I basically sold my body for these stupid tickets", she patted her pants pocket where the tickets were stashed at annoyedly. "I never even got a "thank you" or anything."

Scott sighed with an eye roll, "Thanks, Mini, for everything you've done."

She simply grinned back. "That's all I wanted."

I wasn't sure where Scott and I stood at the moment, but all I know is that we had to push our relationship in the back of our heads at the moment to save our crappy town, although, neither him or I wanted to push it back. The two of us kept making quick glances at one another before looking the other way immediately. Every time I looked at him though, sadness pooled his eyes. All I wanted was to hug and kiss him but I hated the way he's been treating me, like, a freaking damsel in distress. There might be some girls who'll accept that role graciously but that's far from what I wanted to be. My eagerness for being a superhero was ruining my own relationship though. Great, I'm not on good terms with two of the best people in my life: Scott and Lydia.

And, trust me, it hurts more than it seems.

"Hopefully this 'plan' works", Sam sighed, using air quotes on plan. Stiles shrugged.

"Deaton seems pretty cool–"

"Thanks, Stiles", Deaton suddenly appeared, holding tools and bottles in his hands with a smirk as His sudden appearance made Stiles jump up in fear.