Chapter Seventy Seven- Sweaty

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"So you're telling me a murderous supernatural creature is going to a rave?" Stiles asked, hands on the wheel of his jeep as he drove himself and the McCall's to school.

"I think that's where his next victim is, at the rave." Replied Scott, sitting in the front seat beside Stiles, explaining to him what happened last night. "That's why we need to go."

"Well did you get us tickets?"

"Nope, they closed before he got the chance to, plus he doesn't even have the money for one let alone two." Answering for her brother, Rosie leant into the gap between the two front seats.

"Two? Are you not coming, Rosie?" Concerned that she wasn't going, Stiles looked at her in the interior mirror, looking at her reaction.

"No, I think Matts getting me one."

"Your tutors asking you out? Sure he is." He joked and scoffed, not knowing she was being serious.

"Well yeah, I didn't actually know i said yes until it was too late." Stiles put his foot on the brake hard enough to make them jolt forward, Rosie being flung into the back of his seat as there was no seat belts at the back. Luckily, Stiles had pulled them into a parking space outside the school but not luckily that it had almost ran Matt over in the process. "What was that for? You know I don't have a seat belt."

"You're going out with Matt?" His voice cracked, showing how shocked he was, overpowering his hurt.

"Yeah, I just told you that." Not knowing that deep down it was hurting him, crushing him, Rosie didn't attempt to change the subject, however Scott did.

"There must be another way to get tickets."

"It's a secret show. Theres only one way and it's a secret." Stroppily, Stiles replied, getting out of his car and giving a dirty look to Matt, wondering if he would look like a wimp to Rosie if Stiles punched him a little bit.

"Hey, Rosie!" Matt called out to her, just as she began walking away and trying not to be seen by him. The boys stopped with her, wanting to hear what he was going to say, well one more than the other. "You ready for tonight?"

"Yeah, totally." After hearing herself, Rosie scolded herself for sounding so sarcastic and like a normal basic bitch in those teen movies which were awful. "See you later."

"Wait!" He stopped them again from walking away. "Any of you know why no one's getting suspended after what happened the other day at school?"

"Just forget about it. Nobody got hurt." Stiles spat at him, trying to seem like the better man in front of Rosie.

"I had a concussion."

"Well, nobody got seriously hurt." He spoke to Matt as if he was a delinquent and needed people to over exaggerate their words.

"I was in the ER for 6 hours."

"Hey, do you want to know the truth, Matt?" Stiles said with a patronizing tone, belittling Matt. "Your little bump on the head is about this high on our list of problems right now."

Scott sighed apologetically for his friends outburst of anger, and wanting Matts help, he tried to reason with him. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah I'm fine now. So you didn't get any tickets last night either." Matt said to Scott, making Rosie sort of excited that she didn't have to go with him.

"Are they still selling?"

"No." His eyes went straight to Rosie who was compressing a smile. "But i managed to find two online. You should keep trying. Sounds like everyones going to be there."

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