"we'll figure this out 𝘵𝘰𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳."
x fem!reader
season 1 - 6
highest: #3 in teenwolf
: #1 in stilinski
: #1 in banshee
: #5 in stilesstilinski
: #1 in allisonargent
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"Get out of there now! He's the alpha!"
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I head to my school, which is Beacon Hills High School, where I spot Stiles and Scott talking to one another. But that's nora normal. I make my way over and the boys look up at me, acknowledging that I'm there so that I don't walk away.
"Y/n, can you get Allison's necklace for us?" Stiles asks, blurting it out.
"Why?" I ask, curious.
"Derek said it'll help us find out who the alpha is." Scott answers.
"You want me to steal my friends necklace?" I summarise, raising an eyebrow. "No way."
"Come on, you can just ask her!" Stiles states.
"I'll do it, I need to talk to her anyway." Scott volunteers before I can respond to Stiles.
"Good luck with that." I mumble, rolling my eyes at my friends stupidity.
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It's now lunch, Stiles and I are currently sitting in the cafeteria together when Scott appears out of nowhere and slumps down into one of the seats.
"It didn't work, she told me not to talk to her." Scott tells us, a hint of sadness in his voice.
"Okay, plan B!" Stiles begins. "Just steal the damn thing!"
"I'll figure something out." Scott says, looking up at the two of us.
"If this whole necklace thing goes wrong then I'm not involved because she's my friend and I don't think this will go down well." I tell the boys.
The two glance at each other before turning to me and nodding, understanding where I'm coming from. I notice Scott shift uncomfortably in his seat, glancing around at Jackson before turning his attention back to us.
"Jackson knows I can hear him and is talking to me." Scott whispers. "Talk to me!"
Stiles looks around the room, desperate to think of something to talk about but he finally turns to his best friend with a sigh of defeat. I look over to where Jackson is sat but I see that he's no longer there.
"Scott, he's not there anymore." I tell my friend, hoping it'll help.
Scott shifts in his seat again, scrunching his eyes shut as he grips the lunch tray tightly. Oh no. I watch as his skin turns white in certain places, showing us just how tight his grip is on the tray. All of a sudden, a loud snap is heard and the lunch tray is now in two pieces. Everyone turns around at the loud sound, looking at us before returning to whatever they're doing.
