Dark Side of the World // S.S. [Book Two]

Chapter 15

Sheriff looks in a small mirror and mutters to himself, "Oh, I should've gotten a haircut."

Stiles steps closer to his dad and takes my right hand. "Well, you know, someone your age should be happy you still have hair to cut."

My mouth gapes. Sometimes, the way Stiles talks to his dad shocks me. Scott, who is to my left, gives a smile to the sheriff. "Well, I think you look great."

Sheriff Stilinski nods at Scott. "Well, thank you son I should have had. Oh, what the hell am I doing? This is a terrible idea." He tugs at his tie and loosens it.

Stiles fixes his dad's tie. "What, Dad...Dad, it's one date, okay? The town of Beacon Hills won't implode while you're out with one woman. Or man."

"Sheriff, I think you look great. Whoever you're going on a date with is incredibly lucky."

"It's a woman, Stiles. Thank you, Megara."

Cue the goofy grin. "Okay."

"A very beautiful woman."

"And who might that be?" I ask sweetly.

Stiles nods. "Who is she?"

Sheriff shakes his head. "None of your business. Either one of you."

Stiles narrows his eyes. "I want to know."

"Stilinski!" A boy yells, from the handcuffs he's in. He's being escorted by a couple deputies. "Stilinski!"

We step out into the hallway to find the boy standing in the middle of the room. "I'm gonna kill you."

Sheriff Stilinski is unfazed. "Donovan, if you think that shocks me, remember it was well documented in your Anger Expression Inventory. Deputies, escort the prisoner out."

The deputies make their way towards Donovan and he keeps his eyes on the sheriff. "I'm not angry like I'm gonna throw a brick through your window. I'm angry, like I'm going to find you, I'm going to get a knife, and I'm going to stab you with it until you're dead. And when you look at me and you ask me why, remember right now." Donovan's lawyer is warning him against talking, but Donovan doesn't shut his mouth. "Because this is why."

There's a silence and my boyfriend decides to say, "Wow, that was awesome."

I narrow my eyes and shake my head. "Stiles, you'll only make things worse."

He doesn't listen and says, "That was awesome. That was great. We do one more? Give us another one, maybe like Christopher Walken this time, you know?" Donovan's face remains blank. "Okay, you know what? It's fine. You'll have plenty of time to work on it when you're in your tiny, little cell. You know, just stuck there, forever."

I narrow my eyes. "If you know what's good for you, back up and let the deputies take you away."

Donovan smirks. "What are you gonna do, little girl?"

I smile. "Loipón, sígoura éfkola klotsiá ton kólo, maláka."

(Translation: Well, certainly easily kick your ass, asshole.)

Donovan attempts to lunge at both of us and Parrish tightens his grip. "Get him out of here!" Sheriff cries.

As Donovan is taken away, the sheriff turns to us and Scott asks, "What the hell's an Anger Expression Inventory?"

Stiles glances to Scott and sighs. "It's a test you take when you're applying to become a deputy."

Scott's eyebrows raise slightly. "That guy wanted to be a cop?"

I let out a soft chuckle. "Wonder if he'll change his mind now that he's getting the full law enforcement experience."

We leave the station, and Roscoe's engine begins sputtering. I groan silently as Stiles keeps trying to turn the key. He notices Scott looking at him with concern. "It's anxiety."