The Omen

ꕥ Chapter Twenty-One ꕥ

When I woke up in the morning I felt Stiles shifting behind me. I groan when I see how dark it is outside, I should be asleep still.

"Sorry." I hear Stiles whisper as he gently crawls over me, "I'm sorry."

I slowly sit up and rub my eyes, looking up at him as he stands by my bedside table, "Where are you going?"

Stiles rubs the back of his neck, a sheepish grin on his face. "I have morning practice today and I have to run home first to grab my bag."

I sit up on my knees so I am almost as tall as him, with my face now even with his I whisper, "Or you could stay." I press my lips to his as I hang off of his neck, trying to pull him back onto the bed.

His arms wrap around my back causing me to arch into him as my fingers twist into his shirt. "Hetha." He groans out, leaning away from me.

I huff out an annoyed breath as I pout at him, trying to convince him to stay.

He rolls his eyes, "Trust me when I say that was the hardest thing I've had to do. But I really do have to go to practice."

I slowly drop my arms from around him, "If you must." I whisper, sinking back down on my bed. I have a half hour before I have to start getting ready for class.

Stiles presses a quick peck to my mouth before he jumps towards the door, "I really don't want to." Before waiting for me to respond he almost sprints out the door, his keys clanging as he jogs down the stairs.

A low chuckle draws my attention towards the doorway again. There stands my twin, a smug look on her face. "You going to deny liking him, still?"

I flop back onto my bed, a wide smile strung along my face. "I might deny it for a little bit longer."

My sister walks into the room and sits on the bed next to me, putting her face near mine, "You have to tell me everything, that spaz left here looking like he won the lottery."

"That spaz's name is Stiles." I snap, narrowing my eyes at her, "and for your information we only kissed, nothing else happened."

Lydia tilts her head, "Did you talk about it? Are you dating now?"

I shake my head, crossing my arms over my chest. "Oh course we didn't talk about it."

Lydia rolls her eyes and lays down next to me, cringing as her stitches hit the bed. "I mean this in the nicest way H, you're an idiot."

"Thanks." I hiss, trying to force the small of off my face. Every time I tried to push it down I thought of the feeling of Stiles's lips on mine and it came back. I remembered the feeling of his hands trying to pull me closer, my hands grasping at his shirt.

"God you're whipped." Lydia teases, standing up. She walks over to my closet and shuffles through my clothes, "We're going to make sure he can't take his eyes off of you at school." She turns to face me and adds, "Not that he ever does anyway."

She reaches in and grabs a tight long sleeve blue shirt and a high waisted plaid skirt. She places them on my bed and grabs a pair of black tights from my drawer.

"Why so dressy?" I question as I pick at the clothes. They were cute, but not something I would pick out for myself.

Lydia turns to my from her position sitting amongst my shoes, "We spent two days walking around in the woods, we're going to know them we are still the baddest bitches."

I laugh at her words, shaking my head. "I like that plan."

Lydia shakes her head, "Of course you like that plan, I made it." She picks up a pair of black heeled booties, ones I hadn't worn in awhile because I could never walk in them for long.