Playing With Fire ➳ Stiles Stilinski [3]

One More Surprise And Alpha Pact

GUYS IT HAS NOT BEEN PROOFREAD SO Bear WITH ME ON THE MISTAKES. A BIT OF A LONG CHAPTER.

Skyler's P.O.V

"Did you find anything?!" I heard Stiles yell from downstairs.

I looked around in Sheriffs room and through his drawers.

"No!" I looked down at the floor and picked up a sock holding it away from me. "Unless your Dad is emotionally attached to a sock?!"

"Yes, Sky. My dad can't go anywhere without it!" He yelled back and I rolled my eyes dropping the sock.

I didn't exactly appreciate the sarcasm but then again there was no fixing whatever the hell this was anymore.

I wanted nothing to do with Stiles. Stiles was avoiding me after I told him what I felt.

Ergo, altogether we were avoiding another, bothering with anything else like our main plan. Deaton's plan.

I sighed looking around the room, actually making an effort this time. I looked over at Sheriff's desk and saw two picture frames.

I furrowed my eyebrows walking over. I hadn't ever got a proper look of Sheriff's room before. Usually, it was just quick glances when I walked past it to get my adderall back from Stiles.

I looked over at the few pictures in his room either framed or hung. Some had Stiles in. Some had just Noah and Claudia.

Back then it was easy to be mad at Stiles and be happy with him the next second.

Now I can't even picture being anything but mad. Because just when I thought if there is a chance I can forgive him in the future, I see it all over again.

But I see him. I see him kissing Lydia. Or Lydia kissing him.

"Hey." I flinched at the sound of Stiles' voice doing my best to get out of my head. "You find anything?"

"No, but I did find this picture of you. You were so sweet as a child, wonder what happened," I muttered while holding up a frame and Stiles managed to crack a smile.

"Hah, funny."

"I wasn't joking," I replied bluntly setting the picture down. "You find anything?"

"My Dad's badge," He held up the badge and scanned the mess I had managed to make. "It's better than a sock."

I walked up to him and looked over at the badge in his hand. It was crushed together from Jennifer's grip the day he was taken.

I took a quick glance at Stiles whose eyes were fixed on the badge.

Yeah. I guess I'm not the only one who's about to lose someone either. I'll help for Sheriff. Not for Stiles. For his dad. And mine.

"Well, I think the badge beats the sock by at least half a point," I nodded swiftly snatching the badge off him while walking out of the room. "Come on. There's a toolbox in my garage. I'll hammer it down."

Stiles was beyond confused but went with it as he followed me out of the house and next door into my garage.

Not a word was said. And I wanted it like that. I needed it like that.

I couldn't hear an apology or a reason. I couldn't even look into his eyes. I used to love his eyes. The way they never failed to comfort me.

I can't even force myself to look at him.

When we get to the garage I make sure to get this done quickly.

I place the badge on the small table at the side of the garage and Stiles helped look around for the toolbox.