La Bete | Stiles Stilinski

Chapter Five

Chapter Five

I smiled widely, happy for the adult that stands in front of me getting ready for his date. It was finally the weekend and something amazing is happening.

Noah's got a date!

Of course, the two boys, Scott and Stiles, stand on either side of me. Scott looked happy for Noah as we stand in the police station whereas Stiles had his arms crossed, having his thinking look face on.

"Oh, I should've gotten a haircut," Noah complained as he used a hand mirror.

Stiles approached him, standing in front of him. "Well, you know, someone your age should be happy you still have hair to cut."

"I think you look great." Scott comes up behind Stiles.

Noah sends Scott a smile. "Well, thank you, son I should've had." Stiles looked truly offended, but Scott looked beyond happy. Noah sighed heavily and tugged on his tie. "Oh, what the hell am I doing? This is a terrible idea."

"What..." Stiles grabbed onto Noah's shoulders. "Dad, Dad, it's one date. Okay? The town of Beacon Hills won't implode while you're out with one woman. Or man." Stiles gave his father this look, I almost wanted to laugh.

"It's a woman, Stiles." Noah confirmed.

"Okay," Stiles nods.

"A very beautiful woman," Noah added.

Stiles frowns. "What beautiful woman, by the way?"

"None of your business." Noah smiled widely. He glanced between Scott, Stiles, and I. "Either one of yous."

Stiles huffed. "I wanna know." He mumbled. I giggled and his eyes wander over to mine briefly, his whole face softens making my heart almost melt. It almost felt like he and I were the only ones in the room.

That moment was ruin by a shout. "Stilinski!" My head snaps to the main part of the station. There, Parrish and another Deputy had a boy cuffed to his hand, with a man in a black suit and tie with a briefcase standing beside them. "Stilinski!" The boy was calling out in the cuffs.

Noah opens the door to the main offices. Stiles, Scott, and I followed out Noah. Stiles linked our hands together, Stiles stepped in front of me protectively and I almost rolled my eyes.

"I'm going to kill you," my heart beats widely at the boy's threat. The boy has no idea what he has just done.

"Donovan," Noah sighed. "If you think that shocks me, remember it was well documented in your Anger Expression Inventory. Deputies, escort the prisoner out."

Donavon doesn't budge when the deputies begin to pull him away. "I'm not angry like I'm gonna throw a brick through your window." Donovan starts. "I'm angry, like I'm going to find you, I'm going to get a knife and I'm going to stab you with it until you're dead. And when you look at me and you ask me why, remember right now. Because this is why."

It grew dead silent for a minute, before my boyfriend decided to speak. "Wow, that was awesome." My boyfriend begins next to me and I shoot him a look, he ignores me. "That was awesome. That was great. Can we do one more? Give us another one? Maybe like Christpher Walken this time, you know. Okay, you know what? It's fine. You'll have plenty of time to work on it when you're in your tiny, litle cell, you know. Just stuck there, forever."

Donovan shakes his head a few times before he tries to launch forward. Instaly, I was in front of Stiles, my hand in my back pocket, ready to pull out my gun if I have to. I don't even care if there are officers in here. Sure, Stiles stepped out of the boundary, but I'm not letting Donvoan even touch Stiles' perfect body.