In the midst of a world wide pandemic, three best friends decide that they'll break the quarantine just once because they missed one another. After all, nothing bad could happen in just one night? All they wanted to do was hang out, maybe binge a sh...
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Zelda held onto the headrest of the backseat while Ronald just tried to hold on in general. He's been in a fast car but not as fast as this. Briella slammed herself into the side of the car with a groan, wondering why she had even agreed to come out. Zelda and Ronald, one, lied saying that they were just going to hang out. Which turned into a freaking high speed chase with a hunter tailing them.
"Faster?"
Stiles peered in the rearview mirror and nodded, "Much faster."
Briella shot a glare over to her friends, "I could be fucking home!"
"And I could be doing the fucking cha-cha-slide for all I care!" Ronald shoots back over to her, which just makes her roll her eyes, "Oh my-"
"Scott-" Stiles grumbles as he looks back again, "I don't think you're grasping the concept of the car chase here."
"If I go faster-" Scott's hands gripped onto the wheels, "I'll kill us."
"I appreciate that-" Zelda yells as her blood pumps, "But if you don't drive faster, they're going to kill us!"
Stiles nodded in agreement and looked over his shoulder, "Shit, they're gone."
He grabbed the talkie and turned it on for them to hear, "All units, suspect is on foot heading into the Iron Works."
"Oh for fuck's sake!" Briella reeled to the side when Scott took a very sharp turn, "If I get shot, I'm killing you."
"It's fine-" Zelda yelps when they hit a bump, "If you get shot, I'll just yeet myself."
Ronald groans loudly and shoves them, "Not the time!"
Scott pulls to a halting stop, which jerks everyone in the car. Stiles throws the door open and waves at Derek, "Get in-" He then crawled into the backseat, which wasn't any way comfortable because now there were four teenagers in a backseat that honestly fit two at most. Briella was basically on top of Ronald and Zelda, while Stiles was seated sideways.
"What part of laying low don't you understand?" Scott demands as he drives off.
"Damn it-" Derek yells in anger, "I had him!"
"Who-" Stiles shifts in the back to make his face seen, but earns a curse from Briella, "the Alpha?"
"Yes!" Derek snaps viciously, "He was right in front of me, and the fuckin' police showed up."
"Whoa, hey-" Stiles went into defense mode, "They're just doing their jobs-" With the glare he was getting from Derek, Stiles just sunk back into his very small seat.
"Yeah, thanks to someone who decided to make me the most wanted fugitive in the entire state."
"Oh, fucking get over it." Briella gripes, pushing at his head so she could hold the headrest and stand slightly on her feet so she wasn't putting all her weight on her friends. Briella pressed her cheek against the headrest, "It was a dumbass mistake. You don't have to constantly bring it up."
