"please, just let me help you"
"why should i? everyone i know either dies or thinks i'm a total freak show"
Georgia Ray is a social outcast. Nobody bothers to spare her a second glance, unless it's to roll their eyes or scoff. Living alone w...
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GEORGIA RAY WAS CURRENTLY biking down the road, dressed in a pair of ripped jeans and a shirt that used to belong to her dad. It was too big for her, meaning she had tied the bottom so it fit better. Georgia was on her way to the animal clinic to discuss their kanima problem with Scott, Derek, and Deaton.
Upon arriving Georgia just kinda threw her bike aside and entered the building, "Wassup bitches?"
Scott and Deaton entered the front room to greet her. Deaton stepped forward with a polite smile, "Georgia, I don't believe we've properly met."
Georgia nodded, sticking her hand out for him to shake, "Yup, I think last time I saw you Derek thought you were a big bad murdering alpha werewolf."
"I'm not," Georgia huffed, "I'd take Peter Hale—may he rot in hell—over kanima Jackson and Granddaddy Argent any day."
Deaton merely raised his brows at her words, glancing over at Scott. Scott chuckled, "I told you she's weird."
Georgia scoffed, swatting at Scott's head until the bell out front rang, alerting them of the newcomers.
"What's he doing here?" Scott glared at Isaac when he realized Derek brought one of his betas.
"I need him," Derek said vaguely.
"Like sexually—?"
"I don't trust him," Scott shook his head.
"Yeah, well, he doesn't trust you either," Isaac spoke in the third person as he walked in regardless.
"You know what? Derek really doesn't care," the alpha of the room snapped.
"And Georgia is really annoyed by all y'all men," the only girl spoke up, her arms crossed.
"Where's the vet? Is he gonna help us or not?" Derek tried desperately to ignore Georgia. She really annoyed him with everything she did, similarly to Stiles.
"That depends," Deaton entered the room, "Your friend, Jackson. Are we planning to kill him or save him?"
"Save him," Scott replied.
"Kill him," both Derek and Georgia said at the same time.
"Save him," Scott reprimanded them before nodding at Deaton, "Save him."
The four of them followed Deaton into the back room. Isaac approached Georgia.
"I guess I never got the chance to apologize for hurting your feelings that day in chemistry," he still had a small, smug smirk that gave away the fact that he wasn't sorry in the slightest.
Georgia huffed, nodding her head with a sarcastic smile, "Save it," she patted his chest, "I don't get my feelings hurt."
They all stood around the metal table. Deaton turned and grabbed a little wooden organizer with various different glass containers. The contents were unknown to everyone but him while he set them on the table.
