**COMPLETED***
Coming back to Beacon Hills with her brother, Blake Hale obviously knew they came back for a reason. But she wasn't exactly prepared to come for one reason, and stay for another. She wasn't prepared to go back to school, or to make fr...
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Chapter Eight 🐺 Lunatic 🐺
Blake sat with her back against her headboard and her notebook in her lap as she sketched. Suddenly someone came bursting into her room making her jump slightly and look up to see Stiles holding up a bottle of Jack Daniels and a large smile on his face. "You're coming with me and Scott to get drunk." He said and she raised her eyebrows at him. "It's a school night." She said and he shrugged.
"So, think if it has a way to help Scott get over his break up and celebrate you getting adopted." He said while she stood up, "I didn't get adopted, I went into foster care." She said and he rolled his eyes, "Whatever, come on!"
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Under the light of an almost full moon, Scott and Blake follows Stiles down a dark path through the woods, "Where are we going?" Scott asked. "You'll see." Stiles said, giving them a completely vague answer. "Cause Blake and I really shouldn't be out here. My mom is in a constant state of freak-out from what happened at the school." Scott said and Blake nodded in agreement. "Well, your mom isn't the Sheriff, okay? There's no comparison, trust me."
"Can you at least tell me what we're doing out here?" Scott asked and Stiles turned to him, "When your best friend gets dumped-"
"I didn't get dumped. We're taking a break."
"When your best friend gets told by his girlfriend that they're taking a break and your other best friend get adopted-"
"Not adopted."
"You get them drunk." Stiles said, pulling out the bottle of Jack Daniels.
After a while, the once full bottle of Jack is now half empty. No telling how much time has passed, but long enough for Stiles to have gotten completely wasted. The three friends keep warm around a steel trash can with a fire blazing inside. "Dude, she's one girl. There are plenty more girls in the sea." Stiles slurred.
