𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫 ❨ stiles stilinski and scott mccall ❩

𝟓. 𝐗𝐗𝐋

God, I wish that you had
thought this through

Before I went and
fell in love with you
*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

THE FOLLOWING DAY, MJ FOUND HERSELF leaning against Stiles, who was sitting on one of the classroom desks as Allison and Lydia showed Derek the mark on their arms.

Derek turned to Scott after looking at the bruises with his arms folded and a frown upon his lips. "I don't see anything."

Looking between their arms, the werewolf spoke. "Look again."

It was clear to MJ that Scott was just trying to to keep a peaceful dynamic between the group, and her heart broke for him because while his efforts were sweet, he was failing.

Derek looked to Allison, "How is a bruise gonna' tell me where Boyd and Erica are?"

"It's the same on both sides. Exactly the same."

The older mans eyes were hard-rimmed and fixed, so much so that it was as if he was no longer able to move his eyeballs, like they'd rusted into place. "It's nothing."

"Pareidolia. Seeing patterns that aren't there. It's a subset of apophenia."

Scott looked back towards Derek. "They're trying to help."

However, only a look of irritation was returned. "These two?" He only scoffed before pointing at Lydia. "This one who used me to resurrect my psychotic Uncle, thank you." He added sarcastically before looking towards Allison, "And this one, who shot about thirty arrows into me and my pack."

Stiles suddenly spoke, gently intervening and Margot couldn't help smile as she rested her head upon his shoulder. "Okay, all right, now, come on. No one died, alright? Look, there may have been a little maiming, okay, a little mangling, but no death. That's what I call an important distinction."

"My mother died." Allison excused. Her glare was the only message Derek needed. Nothing she said afterwards registered in his mind; like watching a movie on mute.

Glare and spit, it was all Derek would do. The only thing that moved was his masticating jaw as he scoffed, "Your family's kittle honor code killed your mother, not me."

"That girl was looking for Scott. I'm here to help him, not you."

"You wanna' help? Find something real." The older wolf began walking but was stopped by Scott as they had a rather hushed conversation.

However, just as Margot was about to leave the room, her hand gently grazing Stiles' as she walked, she heard the gentle call of her name by her ex-boyfriend. "Hey, Margot?"

The girl smiled however, anyone could tell it was more of a gentle grimace. "I'll be out in a minute." She whispered to the boy beside her before turning and walking back to the centre of the room. "Yeah?"