Eden Moore has been friends with Scott McCall and Stiles Stilinski since moving to Beacon Hills at the start of her high-schooling last year. Now heading into sophomore year, things are about to get a little supernatural. It seems that now the only...
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Eden's POV
I was laying on my bed. It was the night before the school year officially started. I was gratefully distracted from my summer reading by my phone buzzing from beside me.
Stiles :) I'm parked out the front, get up and get dressed. I'll explain when you get out here.
Stiles... He does this often and as a result, I've gotten quite good at sneaking out my window and climbing down the wall. My mother never suspected a thing. I grabbed a hoodie and threw it over my head to go with the sweatpants I was wearing and jumped out the window.
"What are we doing this time?" I asked, hopping into the passenger seat. "Its the night before school goes back and I procrastinated all my homework."
"We," he dragged the word out as he put the jeep into drive. "Are going to pick up Scott, then we are going for a hike in the woods."
"A hike- Stiles, a hike in the woods? I'm wearing slippers!" I exclaimed.
"They found a body! What else was I supposed to do?" He lifted one hand off the wheel and moved it to the gear stick.
"Um, let your dad be the sheriff?" I squinted, looking at his side profile.
"And why would I do that?" Stiles responded as we turned the corner onto a familiar street.
"Yeah no, you wouldn't be Stiles if you did." I sigh, leaning back into the seat. He chuckled and turned to smile at me. The feeling of heat rushing to my cheeks, something that I knew all to well around this boy.
"Wait here, I'll go get Scott." He jumped out, the car door making a banging sound as he closed it. I laugh quietly to myself when I see him climbing onto the roof. Of course he couldn't knock on the door like a regular person. My laughing ceased when I saw the baseball bat that Scott had walked out the front door with and almost hit Stiles. They talked for a few moments before both heading back towards the car.
"Hey Eden," Scott smiles, climbing into the back seat.
"What's up Scotty," I return his smile, twisting in my seat. "Remind me what we're looking for again?" I turn back around.
"Half a dead body." Stiles says nonchalantly.
"What the fuck Stiles?"
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Stile's pulled up to the preserve, right in front of a sign saying that it's forbidden to enter at night.
"We're seriously doing this?" Scott asks, climbing out the back seat.
