amateur detective ━━ stiles stilinski¹

xiii; big bad wolf

   IT WAS HALLOWEEN NIGHT, Juliette's favourite holiday of the year. Though she would usually celebrate it at home watching horror movies, it was unlikely to do so this time with every supernatural thing that has been happening lately. Juliette doubts she'd come across any horror movie that would scare her after all the supernatural creatures she's come across, anyway.

     "How come Isaac couldn't drop you off today?"

The two were in the blue jeep, on their way to school. Isaac had called her earlier and explained that he wouldn't be able to be her ride today. "He spent the night at Allison's and her house is closer to the school. That's what he said, but really he just doesn't want me third wheeling and ruining the sexual tension thing they've got going."

     Stiles stopped at the red light. "Yeah, remind me not to mention that to Scott."

    "Why do you have you have so much hoodies in your car?" But before he could answer, she continued. "I'm borrowing one." Juliette was wearing a thin sweater that hugged her waist and chest, and it consisted of very thin material that was not appropriate for the coldest week of the year. Without her father being her to constantly cajole her into taking a jacket with her, she'd forgotten to keep herself warm.

"You don't care if I say no, do you?" Stiles watched as she moved from her place at the front seat to the back, grabbing the blue hoodie folded not so neatly, thrown in the backseat.  "The blue one's my favourite, so i'd rather if you not-"

    Before he could finish, she took out his favourite blue hoodie and stretched it out to get a better look. Stiles shot her an annoyed look. "What? Blue matches my pants."

    "You're wearing black jeans." Taking off her sweater, she revealed her black bralette. Juliette hadn't considered how uncomfortable Stiles would be, because she assumed he'd be too busy looking at the road to notice. "Annnd you're naked. Great." Stiles' hands gripped the steering wheel tighter.

    She started putting her arms into the hoodie, but before she could put the hoodie on, she peered at Stiles, who was desperately trying not to glance her way. "Stiles, green light."

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"DEREK HALE?" Stiles widened his eyes in shock. The two walked through the school hallway, heading to their locker. Any passing student could hear the little discussion they were having, but none cared enough to question them. Juliette has gotten used to, even comfortable, with the way the students have always ignored her existence. "You tell me your first crush was Derek 'I Only Have One Facial Expression And It's A Death Glare' Hale and you expect me not to make fun of you?"

Juliette shook her head. "Before he turned all wolverine. He used to pick up his little sister from my old school. Then he starting picking his sister up with his girlfriend with him, and I cried for two days straight. I think his sister even bit me for being so obsessed with him."