Kids in the Dark [S.S. Book One]

Eight

Alyssa's POV:

The next night, Stiles dragged me and Scott out into the woods. "Where are we going?" Scott asked.

Stiles smiled deviously. "You'll see."

"'Cause we really shouldn't be out here. My mom is in a constant state of freak-out from what happened at the school."

I laughed. "You think you're mom's freaked out? I had to spend a whole half-hour persuading my parents that going out with you idiots would be okay, that nothing would happen. My dad trusts Stiles, but not you, Scott."

Scott glared at me and Stiles frowned before saying, "Well, your mom isn't the sheriff, okay? Ally, I'm glad I'm more trusted. Usually Scott is more so. There's no comparison. Trust me."

Scott sighed. "Can you at least tell me what we're doing out here?"

"Yes." Stiles nodded. "When you're best friend gets dumped--"

"I didn't get dumped. We're taking a break," Scott interrupted.

I rolled my eyes. "Scott, you got dumped. Taking a break means you got dumped, but there's a chance you might get back together."

Stiles sighed. "All right, well, when your best friend gets told by his girlfriend that they're taking a break, you get your best friend drunk."

He smiled mischievously as he held up a bottle of Jack. I think I know how well this is gonna go.

A few drinks later, Stiles was wasted. I probably was too. "Dude, you know, she's just one--one girl. You know, there are so many--there are so many other girls in the sea."

"Fish in the sea," Scott corrected.

"Fish?" I slurred with a giggle. "Why're you talkin' about fish? He said girls."

Stiles nodded. "I love girls. I love 'em. I love especially ones with wavy brown hair, brown eyes, 5'2--"

"Like Alyssa?"

Stiles grinned. "Yeah, exactly. Hey, how did you know I was talking about--about--what was I talking about? Hey, you're not happy. Take a drink."

Scott shook his head. "I don't want any more."

"You're not drunk?" I asked sadly.

Scott sighed. "I'm not anything."

I poked his chest. "You're not not anything. Heh. Not not. That means you are, get it?"

Stiles nodded. "Hey, maybe it's like--maybe it's like not needing your inhaler anymore, you know. Maybe you can't get drunk as a wolf. Am I drunk? Is Ally?"

"You're both wasted," Scott replied.

"Yeah!" Stiles cheered as he held his hand out for a fist bump. "Come on, dude. I know it feels bad. I know it hurts. I know. Well, not the breaking up part. But I know this. I know that as much as being broken up hurts, being alone is way way worse. That didn't make any sense. I need a drink."

Stiles took another swig of Jack as two guys appeared. "Well, look at the two little bitches and their whore getting their drink on." He took the bottle from Stiles.

Stiles stood up. "Don't call her that."

"Give it back," Scott said in a low voice.

"What's that little man?" The guy who took the bottle asked.

"I think he wants a drink," the second guy said.

"I want the bottle," Scott demanded.

"Scott, maybe we should go," Stiles suggested as he tried to pull Scott away.