La Bete | Stiles Stilinski

Chapter One

Chapter One

Malia and I watched the clouds come over the Beacon Hill's sky on a Sunday night. We are waiting for our ride, which was Stiles, to take us to the Senior get together, to go and sign our names off in the bookshelves at the library at school. They say its tradition.

Malia and I watched the clouds come over the Beacon Hill's sky on a Sunday night.

Malia and I just finished hanging out, and her Dad is here with us, waiting for Stiles to pick us up. However, we are still waiting for our Maths results to come through to know if we're a Senior, we bonded over our worries.

"Sorry we're late," calls out my boyfriend as he pulls up into the car park next to us. I smiled widely, seeing him here just brighten up this very dark evening. I skip towards him, not wanting to run to try and seem desperate... "Hey."

I connect our lips together, enjoying the moment while it lasts. He disconnects with a grin on his face, connecting our eyes together. Suddenly, Liam leans forward in the middle of the conceal and smiled smugly with one earphone in. "I'm sorry, too."

I looked behind me, Mr Tate was eyeing the boys as Malia stands next to him. "You boys do remember I own a gun, right?"

Stiles nods. "Vividly,"

Mr Tate looked at Malia and winked before walking off, Malia smiled, and I climbed in, sitting behind Stiles' seat, and Malia sat behind Scott's, Liam sits in the middle. Uh, I remember why Liam's here now; it's actually a full moon.

They both turned around to us; neither of us says anything and Malia grew annoyed. "What?" annoyance was laced in her tone, almost glaring at them.

"Did you guys find out yet?" Stiles questioned eagerly, he sets his gaze on me, and I pressed my lips together.

"Find out what?" Liam questioned, and Malia looked slightly worried. She didn't want Liam knowing about our grades, or, in fact, she didn't want anyone knowing. But, I didn't mind, to be honest. He's Liam; he's harmless.

"They're gonna email us," Malia answered, avoiding Liam's question altogether.

"Is this about Summer school?" Liam asked, and Malia's eyes widen, shooting Stiles a look.

"You told him?"

"Oh, no, all they said was you guys had to go to summer school 'cause the principal said your test scores weren't good enough and you might have to repeat junior year." Liam explained I rolled my eyes.

Stiles licked his bottom lip, feeling Malia's glare on him. Stiles looked at Scott. "We should've left him chained to the tree."

Soon, we were on the road, silences amongst us. We are driving to the hospital, to drop off Liam mainly.

I'm downstairs with Scott, dropping off Liam as we make our way to the elevator. "My Dad's helping out in surgery," Liam keeps trying to join our little senior get together, but Scott keeps saying no. "He's not gonna be out for hours. So I'm either stuck hanging out here, or I could just go with you guys..."

Scott presses up on the elevator door panel and turns to Liam; I stand next to him. "Show me your hands." Scott requests.

Hesitantly, Liam pulls out his hands from his pockets; I frowned when blood marks stained his hands. It looks like he's still having trouble. "Okay, so I'm still having trouble," Liam admits.

"No," Scott shakes his head softly. "You're still learning. What do you do to stay focused on not changing?" Liam looks down at his earphones that hang from his t-shirt.

"But it's not working," Liam spoke, shrugging as he drops the earphones, letting them loose.

"It's working enough," Scott told him. "Listen, Derek told me that you were one of the strongest that he'd ever seen at your age."

"Trust me, that coming from him means a lot." I pointed out, and Scott nods as the elevator door dings.

"Maybe that means that things are gonna be harder for you a while." He takes a step back into the elevator, and I followed him. Scott placed his hand on the door, stopping it from closing. "But it also means something else, doesn't it?"

Liam shrugged."That I'm really strong?"

Scott smiled and took a step back further, to where I was, letting go of the elevator door. "Hell, yeah." With that, the door closes leaving us in peace, Scott pressed the button level 1.

I pressed my lips together. "You think he's gonna be okay?"

Scott nods. "Yeah, I believe in him." Scott and I share a small smile, and the door soon opened onto level 1, greeted by Stiles. "Still can't reach Kira."

"Okay, you reminded her about tonight though, right?" Stiles questioned as we walked down the hall to the reception where Malia was.

"I think so," Scott states as we walked. "She only texted me once this week."

"Once?" Stiles asked, his eyes widening. "How'd you guys leaves things when she left New York?"

"Well, they were good," Scott tells us. "Yeah, I just said, you know -- don't worry about anything, just go and have fun."

"No." Stiles groaned. "You told her to go have fun?"

"Why? What's wrong with that?" Scott questioned worriedly as we approached the reception.

"Nothing, nothing's wrong with that," Stiles speaks. "It's just... I don't know, that can be interpreted a lot of different ways.

"Like what?"

"Well, like," he pressed his lips together.. "Don't worry, we're not exclusive, go have fun with others guys."

"No, no way." Scott denies, shaking his head, and I had to roll my eyes at the entire thing. Boys, they are so dramatic, I swear.

"Malia," Stiles turns to Malia. "Say you and are I together, and if you were going away and I told you, don't worry, go have fun. What would you think I was talking about?"

"Fun like bowling?" Malia asked, her arms folded. "Or sex with other guys?"

I throw my hands in the air. "Okay, yeah. Now I'm worried." Scott spoke, a hint of worry in his tone only because he cares.

Suddenly, a man in a stretcher comes by with a few pandemics. "25-year-old male, unrestrained driver, involved in..." That's all I heard on the walkie as they went by.

"Hey, Mum, where's all this coming from?" I snapped out of it, looking over at Scott as Melissa comes up to us.

"A jackknifed tractor-trailer on 115, caused a major pile up," Melissa explained briefly as she rushes by, following the man.

"Okay, okay... There's only one way back into Beacon Hills from the airport." Stiles spoke.

"115."

"Kira's never gonna make it," Stiles muttered, looking down at the floor with a frown. I eyed Stiles; it's like he wants -- no, needs everyone here tonight. I wonder why.

"I can get to her," Scott insisted as he begins to walk towards the emergency exit. He turns slightly, walking backwards. "You guys head to the school. Lydia's probably already there. We'll meet you at midnight."

"How are you gonna get to the rin the middle of a traffic jam?" Stiles called out.

A small smirk spreads across Scott's face as he pauses at the exit. "We'll make it. Trust me."