Its going to be alright (𝚂𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚡 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛) completed

Chapter 2: Juice

Scotts pov:

I haven't had a lot of sleep tonight, Stile's words kept playing on repeat in my head. I mean wolves? That can't be possible. I'll definitely ask y/n, I bet she'll have some better explanation than that.

As soon as I walk into the school hallways I'm shoved against a wall by some force. I look up to see Jackson pinning me against the wall. I let out a groan because of the pain. Whatever I did, he's not liking it very much...

"Alright, little man, what about you tell me where you find your juice?"

"What?" I ask him, totally confused by his question. He clearly ignores the confused look on my face and repeats

"Where are you getting your juice?"

"My mom is always the one who's shopping" I tell him.

"Now listen, McCall, you're gonna tell me what it is and who you buy it from because there's no way you can suddenly go on the fields and kick our ass like that without a chemical boost."

"Oh, you mean steroids! Are you on steroids??" I ask him.

I'm shocked, I really thought he talked about real juice, you know, like orange juice. Definitely going to be drinking that later on lunch, anyways.

"What the hell is going on with you, McCall?"

"What's going on with me? Do you really want to know? Well, so would I! Because I can see, hear, and smell things that I shouldn't be able to see, hear and smell! I do things that shouldn't be possible. I sleepwalking three miles in the middle of the woods and I'm pretty much convinced that I'm totally out of my freaking mind!!" I scream out, not knowing I've just spilled what's been on my mind the past few days.

"You think you're funny? I know you're hiding something and I'm gonna find out what it is. I don't care how long it takes." He says before letting his grip on me go.

I crunch down on the floor and let a big sigh out. I let my head rest on my hands, that

douche- bag Jackson. I can't think of anyone, I hate more right now than him.

My thoughts are interrupted by someone shaking my shoulder, I look up to see...

Y/N's pov:

Mr. Harris's class was too boring, so I thought about ditching it. I don't think anyone can blame me. But as soon as I pass the corner I see Scott crunching on the school hall floor. He looks sad, or more like frustrated.

I approach him and shake his shoulder to get his attention on me. He looks up and says "y/n?"

"Um... I saw you and I guess I was wondering in case everything is alright?" I ask him.

"Yeah, it's okay, I'm just taking a break. What are you doing out here tho? Don't you have Mr. Harris's class right now?"

"I do, but..." I say.

"But what? Haven't we talked about this shit before? You know what happened last time. The school called child protective services for too many skipped classes. And you know your parents, we can't go through it again"

"You mean you can't." I say.

"No, we can't." I hear Stiles say, as he approaches us from the corner.

♡︎

𝙷𝚒𝚒 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚜, 𝚊 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚝 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘𝚍𝚊𝚢. 𝙷𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚝. 𝚂𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚞𝚙𝚝𝚊𝚍𝚎, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚍𝚎𝚏 𝚝𝚛𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚞𝚙𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎. 𝚃𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚗𝚎'𝚜 𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚝 𝚘𝚗𝚎'𝚜

𝚆𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚝. 𝚂𝚎𝚎 𝚢𝚊 𝙸 𝚐𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚜.
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