"we'll figure this out 𝘵𝘰𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳."
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season 1 - 6
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"I-I can't skate."
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At the moment, we're in PE and being made to rock climb against my own will. Scott and Allison are currently climbing and I see the two talking to each other, smiles on both of their faces. Allison kicks Scott's leg, causing him to fall back down into the matts as the class start laughing. The brunette kicks off the wall and lands on her feet with a smirk, looking down at her boyfriend.
"Stiles and Erica, you're up." Coach says.
Stiles and Erica put the harnesses on then begin to climb on Coach's whistles. Stiles manages to easily climb up in no time, landing on his feet again as he fist pumps the air with a smile. I giggle, instantly catching his attention as he flashes a smile at me. However, my smile soon disappears as I look up to see Erica's body shaking, small whimpers escaping her mouth.
"Erica." I call gently, stepping forward so that I'm on the mat now.
"I-I'm fine." The blonde girl stutters out.
"Coach, maybe it's not safe. You know she's epileptic." Allison says.
"Why does no one tell me these things!" Coach exclaims, throwing his arms up in the air.
"Erica, you're okay." Lydia softly says.
"Just kick off from the wall, there's a mat to catch you." Coach instructs.
Erica hesitates before letting go of the wall and landing with her feet flat on the mat. I help her with a harness then drop it to the floor beside the one Stiles just used. Her eyes meet mine and I can tell that she's holding back tears, so I give her a smile of reassurance. The class begin to snicker at her as she pushes past them.
♡
We all got changed out of our PE clothes and into our own clothes. Allison, Lydia, and I walk out of the locker rooms.
"I feel bad for her, it's not her fault." I quietly say to Allison and Lydia.
"Where is she?" Allison asks, Lydia and I just shrugging. "She wasn't in the locker room."
We walk past the PE hall to see a blonde girl climbing with no harness on or mat below her. Her body begins to shake, panicking me and everyone else. We all run inside just as she lets go but Scott luckily manages to catch her before she hits the ground.
"Put her on her side." Allison instructs.
♡
Scott and I take a seat at a table, watching Stiles as he talks to someone called Boyd. Eventually, he comes back to us and slams down a set of keys in front of us.
"Got em." Stiles says, taking a seat. "I'll pick you up after you finish work then we'll go to the rink."
"Sounds good." Scott replies.
"You're going to the rink?" I ask, furrowing my eyebrows together in confusion.
"Yeah." Scott simply says. "You, me, Stiles, Allison, and Lydia."
I smile, happy that they haven't excluded me. I notice Scott's attention is behind me so I turn around to see a girl with her hair curled, in badass black clothing, and has red lipstick on. Erica? She picks an apple off of a boys tray then takes a bite before strutting away again.
"What. The. Hell." A voice says so I turn to see Lydia standing there with Allison.
Scott just continues to stare at the place Erika was just at. His mind must be filled with so many thoughts. Why would Derek bite her as well?
♡
The five of us pile into the ice rink and Scott flips a switch, providing the place with light. We all put our skates on and I watch Allison attempt to teach Scott how to skate but he just fails miserably. Lydia is skating around like a bro and I smile widely at how much fun she is having, no one like Jackson here to take it away from her.
"Aren't you going to skate or not?" Stiles asks from beside me, stepping down into the ice.
"I-I can't skate." I mumble, slightly embarrassed.
"I'll teach you." Stiles softly says.
I smile then take his hand as he begins to help me skate. I eventually get the hang of it and my hand slips from his as I skate around. All of a sudden, an ear piercing scream echoes throughout the rink. I stop which causes Stiles to bump into me, him grabbing my waist to stop me from falling. However, he soon quickly lets go then we make our way to Lydia. She's sitting in the middle of the rink, tears streaming down her face as she stares down at the ice. We all tried to comfort her but I don't think she heard us.
