La Bete | Stiles Stilinski

Chapter Two

Chapter Two

Stiles and I wait outside the school; it is pouring down with rain. Malia had run inside to try and find Lydia, leaving Stiles and me alone.

I looked down at my phone, seeing nothing from Scott or Kira. "Nothing from Scott or Kira," I spoke.

"And nothing from Malia or Lydia either," Stiles spoke afterwards, worried laced in his tone. Though we needed to give Malia more time, she left ten minutes ago.

"And I still don't know if I passed," I said, and Stiles sighed, I stood behind Stiles. I bite my lower lip, watching all the seniors either run through the rain or walk with an umbrella. "I don't want to do this unless I'm actually a senior."

"Yeah," was all Stiles said. I took a step forward and inhaled him, getting some sort of anxiety off him. He turned around, alarmed that I was there. "Huh..."

"What's wrong with you?" I asked, frowning. Sure, I noticed he was a little anxious in the hospital, but it's worsening now. "You smell terrible."

"Yeah, it's called anxiety," he quipped back. "Should be a familiar scent for you by now, since it's pretty much a constant state for me."

"Why's this thing so important to you?" I asked, eyeing him.

"It's not." He lied, shrugging. I cocked my head, not believing his bullshit. "It's not. It's uh... I don't know, maybe it is." He licks his lips, and I don't say anything, wanting him to continue. "I asked my Dad the other day about his high school friends. Guess how many he still talks to? None. Not a single one. You know, and these were his best friends, and he just says he lost touch with them, you know. So, I started thinking about things, like I always do."

"Obsessively," I pointed out. Because it's true, Stiles is obsessed with thinking, sometimes in the middle of the night I would hear him muttering things to himself, sometimes it's about his future, or me -- I hear my name a lot, actually.

"Yeah," he said. "And so I'm thinking, what if... What if Scott's my best friend now, you know, but he's not my best friend for life?"

I bite my lower lip, thinking of my old best friends. "Well, doesn't that just happen sometimes? I've lost touch with my old best friends... But then I made new ones."

He looked at me, worry-filled in his eyes. Okay, maybe I shouldn't have said that. "Yeah, but only because we let it happened." He points out. "You know, that's what I'm saying. How come when we graduate we're just expected o go our separate ways? If I've already found the best people in my life, why aren't I not trying to stay with them, you know?"

"Well, I thought that was the plan, the dream," I recalled. One night, we were talking in his room, just talking about the dreams for our lives... It was a scary talk, I teared up a bit, I had to admit, and Stiles was reassuring me that everything's going to be okay. Huh, now it's my turn to reassure him...

"The vision." Stiles corrected. "And don't mock the vision."

"I..." I took a step towards him. "I like the vision." I held onto him, wrapping my arms around his stomach and he placed his hands on my arms. "Especially if I'm part of it." I paused for a moment. "So that's why you wanted everyone here tonight. Because you don't want to lose all your friends after senior year."

"And I hope they don't want to lose me either," Stiles added, making my heart melt for him. I connected our lips briefly together, closing the gap.

I pulled back, smiling. "I love you, Stiles."

"And I love you more." He was smiling now, too. I chuckled. My chuckles died down and my smile faltered as I heard the sound of speed to the right of me, I frowned.