Stiles Stilinski x Fem!reader

Part 15

I felt fine this morning, so I changed and took a deep breath before swinging my bag over my shoulder and leaving the loft to go to school.

"You're kidding, I came back on cross country day?" Stiles nodded and I groaned. "Can I borrow a jacket?" He sent me a small smile and pulled a spare one out of his bag. I pecked his cheek as a thanks before heading off to the girls locker room. I slipped on some yoga pants, trainer socks and my trainers along with Stiles' reasonably fitted jacket over my sports bra, and headed out to the area we were supposed to meet coach.
Unfortunately halfway through the run, I screamed...again...and was caught up by coach and everyone else. In front of us was someone's dead body tied to a tree with a dog's leash. I took a step back and bumped into someone wide eyed, turning and finding Stiles with a hand on my lower back to steady me.

"You heard the man, nothing to see here! Probably just a homeless kid." I took a closer look at the guy and my eyes widened again.

"Coach." He looked over to me. "He was a senior. It's Kyle." Not even three seconds later, a blonde girl ran around the tree and cried out his name, police having to hold her back.
I turned around a little and noticed the boys wandering off, only to have the twins come over to me, making me shrink back a little because of our difference in status and the fact they were with the Alpha pack.

"You're with Scott's pack, right?" I shook my head.

"I'm with Derek's..." They shared a look before looking at me again.

"You're an Omega, right?" The other twin asked and I slowly nodded again, growing increasingly more scared with each question they asked. "Do you never want to be an Alpha?" I shrugged.

"I've never thought about it...I just want to get to Beta and stay there..." I glanced back to the boys behind me, who glanced at me at the same time, noticing who I was talking to . "Instead of falling back down to Omega." They shared a look.

"You got stronger then weaker? You fell back to Omega?" I nodded and they both looked confused, a hand soon grabbing mine and tugging me away.

"Why are you talking to them?" I recognised the voice as Isaac's and followed him down the hill to my best friends.

"They came over to me, we were just having a conversation..." I looked between the three of them. "Why? Is something wrong?"

When I got back to Derek's and opened the door, my eyes widened and I dropped my bag.

"Cora?!"

"(Y/n)!" She smiled brightly and enveloped me in a tight hug.

"I-I thought you were dead?" She shook her head.

"No, after the fire, I ran and found a pack in South America." I slowly nodded, looking over to Derek who just shrugged.
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I sat on the bus in front of Stiles and Scott, listening to Stiles argue with the coach about going to a rest stop.

"Coach, it's five minutes for a bathroom break, okay? We've been on this thing for, like, three hours..." The coach blew his whistle, a horrible and shrill sound. "It's sixty miles to the next rest stop-" another whistle from coach. "Being cooped up for is not good-" and another. "You know, our bladders aren't exactly-" and again and again, and again, every single time Stiles tried to speak. "Can you just-" another. "Please- jus- I- Let me talk! I'm-" I could see Stiles was losing his nerve, coach chuckling. "Every time-" this whistle blow lasted a lot longer and I could see Stiles had had enough.

"Get back to your seat, Stilinski!"

"Okay!" Stiles shouted back and I turned to Scott, wide eyed. Despite the many years I had known Stiles, I had never heard him get frustrated like that, it was kind of attractive...