The Beginning || Stiles Stilinski ¹

25 || Saving Mrs.McCall

Episode: Co-Captain

"Go, go, go." Thaís hurried as she and Stiles raced through the dark hallways of the high school. Her hand was gripping the wrist of his jacket for guidance. The only thing she could hear was the sound of the blood rushing inside her ears and their heartbeats.

Upon arriving at the locker room, they noticed it was dark inside, but a beam of moonlight shone bright enough for her to see. Scott McCall was sitting at a bench near the room entrance, a towel around his waist, a sheet of mist shining on his skin. He looked deeply disturbed and conflicted. His clasped hands fidgeted on his lap anxiously.

"Dude, we have a huge problem." Stiles heaved.

Instead of turning to look at them, Scott's eyes stayed put on the ground. "Trust me... I know."

The girl frowned, wondering possibly how he could have known. But then this deep sensation cleansed her senses - The same scents and rooted emotions consumed her. Her eyes widened. "They were just here."

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Stiles had driven Thaís back to his place so she could collect her school things. Neither of them could say much, considering everything that had happened. Peter Hale was the Alpha that bit her and Scott, Derek was now helping Peter, and there were also werewolf hunters searching for a Beta (which they believed to be Jackson). Too many things were happening.

"Hey -" The boy called out suddenly, making her turn her gaze to him. They were making their way back to the Jeep - to drive Thaís home. His voice came as a stutter, "Has, uh, Asher asked you to the winter formal?" He felt his heart stop seeing the look of confusion wash over her expression, thinking that maybe he had pried too much. She furrowed her eyebrows, wondering about his question, but shook her head. His eyes widened. How could he not? He thought Asher was insane; she was too beautiful and special to let that opportunity pass. "Are you serious? I swear if he doesn't ask you, I'll have him de-balled."

Thaís giggled, making him flash his teeth. "Well, I mean, I wasn't planning to go anyway."

"What?" He exclaimed as if she had just committed a crime or something, flailing his arms. "You cannot miss the Winter Formal."

"It's not a big deal..."

He shook his head. "But it is. Asher is an idiot."

She snorted, "He is not an idiot, Stiles." The boy smirked to himself, agreeing that he was. "I'm not demanding him to ask me."

"Oh, sure." He rolled his eyes, feeling a strange pulsing in his chest. With her around, he had become used to telling himself that she was only a friend and that he loved Lydia, and it had always been that way, "You're probably hoping to be asked by him."

"Yeah, it would be nice for him to do so -"

He loved Lydia.

"But I'm not gonna force him to." She continued before pursing her lips. Her eyebrows furrowed, seeing the look on his face - It had changed slowly but prominently. "Are you okay?" Thaís finally spoke. Stiles' gaze turned to her. "You know about the whole game thing?"

His face fell slightly, but then he tried to give her a reassuring smile. "I'm fine."

She knew better than that.

"No, you're not." She replied, making him look at her curiously, "You can talk to me, you know."

He stared at her, not knowing exactly what to say. After a few seconds, he sighed. "Uh - I'm sure my dad is disappointed." A look of sadness washed over him. "He was hoping to see me, and I ruined it."