"we'll figure this out 𝘵𝘰𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳."
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season 1 - 6
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: #1 in stilinski
: #1 in banshee
: #5 in stilesstilinski
: #1 in allisonargent
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"Stilinski, I think you dropped this. And, uh, congratulations."
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Lydia traces the outline of my bruise with a black ballpoint pen then holds my arm up against Allison's, comparing the two bruises the woman created on us.
"Doesn't look like much to me." Lydia mumbles.
"It's a pattern, it means something." I quickly reply.
"You really think Scott's going to know what it is?" Lydia questions.
"No, but he might know someone who does." Allison asks.
"How are you both so sure it means anything at all?" Lydia questions again.
"The girl said she needed to find him, she had to find him." I reply. "That means something."
♡
Allison parks the car outside of a house, people seen entering the building that is blasting music. We spot the Scott and Stiles about to enter the party. Quickly, the three of us clamber out of the car just to see them walk through the entrance of the house.
"I'll get them." I tell the girls. "Stay here."
I run inside and the two boys look at me with confusion as to why I'm here. I just bend down a little, putting a hand on my knee and holding one finger up as I catch my breath.
"Stiles!" A voice exclaims.
We all look up to see a blonde girl running towards Stiles. She throws her arms around him and kisses him. Scott's mouth opens slightly in shock while I feel a pang of jealously at her actions. I shouldn't be jealous, he's my best friend! The blondie takes his hand and drags him away, Scott turning to face me.
"What do you need?" Scott asks, reminding me of why I came here.
"To talk." I reply, peeling my eyes away from Stiles and the girl. "Come outside."
Scott nods in response then I lead him outside and over t where Lydia and Allison are now standing.
♡
"How is a bruise going to tell me where Erica and Boyd are?" Derek asks, looking down at mine and Allison's bruises.
"It's the exact same on both sides." Scott replies.
"It's nothing." Derek mumbles.
"They're just trying to help." Scott argues.
"These three?" Derek scoffs. "Lydia used time to resurrect my dead uncle, thank you by the way. And Allison shot about 30 arrows into me and my pack. Y/n.. I got nothing."
