Playing With Fire ➳ Stiles Stilinski [3]

Back in Beacon Hills And Tattoo

Skyler's P.O.V

"No Lydia just because I'm back now, it does mean I'm going to 'get on that'." I groaned while taking a bite out of the apple on my hand.

"Oh come on don't be a total prude." Lydia laughed through the phone. "Besides isn't it-"

Lydia's voice was cut off by the sound of Dad coughing by the doorway. "I'll call you back."

I quickly ended the call and threw my phone into my bag when I saw Dad standing outside my door.

"Do I even want to know?" He asked and I raised my eyebrows taking another bite of my apple.

"I'm not even sure I want to know," I replied under my breath smiling over at him. "What's up?"

"How are you after last night?" Dad asked and I shrugged quickly, tilting my head to one side unsure of how to answer. I was unsure. "Right well I just wanted to make sure that this whole becoming an Argent thing doesn't get out of hand."

"Dad. We made a promise not to do the whole hunting thing. Well they did, you just spoke on my behalf." I stated and he nodded his head with a forced smile. "I'll be fine. Now can I please get my highly entertained ass to school?"

"One more thing." He added and I whined in response. "It's come to my attention that your back. And that means Stiles being around a lot again. So I just want to make sure that when your together that your being safe—"

"Oh my god!" I yelled storming straight past him covering my ears. "Dad I will see you when I get back."

The last thing I need right now is to have the safe sex talk with my Dad. I don't think I'll ever need it!

If I did I'd go to my dead aunt. Or Lydia if I was really desperate.

I rushed out of the house not wanting to be anywhere near my father and that topic of conversation. And where do I go when I want an escape from my own home.

Why next door of course. Even if next door means talking to Stiles and having that awkward conversation I'm sure he's dreading.

It's only when I let myself in did I realise that there wasn't an obnoxious boy in a blue jeep slamming his horn waiting for me to get out.

I checked at my phone noticing the time and then back at the empty house. And I'm usually the late one.

What the hell is Stiles up to?

I made my way upstairs and saw Sheriff standing at the door with his expression as not impressed. Seriously, what the hell is Stiles up to?

"Remind me why I'm going to be late to school?" I asked leaning against the doorway next to the Sheriff and he pointed over at Stiles who was sat typing on his computer.

"You know how many vehicle collisions last year involved deer?" Stiles rhetorically asked and I raised my eyebrows looking, at Sheriff. Is this because of last night? "247,000."

"Oh, God, please go to school."

"But that's crossing the road. This one last night came right down the middle." Stiles began informing us again.

Stilinski sent me a look, silently pleading me to do something. And I gave in. Sighing I walked over to Stiles.

"I'm not gonna beg you." Sheriff muttered and Stiles nodded his keeping his eyes on the screen.

"Okay, good. I'm impervious to your influence anyway."

"Would you consider a bribe?" Sheriff asked as I placed my hands on the back of his desk chair.