Teen Wolf (LegaciesxTeenwolf)

T H I R T E E N

"You coming with me to that Bonfire tonight, Hope." Sebastian said as he sat at my desk.

"Why?"

"Because you can't just stay home and wallow in self misery for the rest of your life." He reasoned.

"Again." I sat up and looked at him. "Why?"

"Because I said you can't." He stood up and pulled me off my bed so I had no choice but to stand or fall on my face. I groaned. "But I don't ever go to party's. Every time I do something bad happens." I tried.

"Well, if something does happen then it'll make it more interesting. Now," he looked at me. "Im going to pick out something for you to wear. We are going to go to that Bonfire and get you to have some fun because seeing you miserable is just making me miserable."

"Fine, Smythe. I'll go to the stupid bonfire." I raised my brows. "As long as you give me twenty bucks."

"Deal." He pulled out a 20 dollar bill and slapped it in my hand. "Now go shower."

~

"This was a terrible idea. I say we go back." I looked at Sebastian as we walked through the crowd.

"Uh, no. I gave you twenty bucks to come to this thing." He gave me a look.

"I'll give it back." I offered. "Please?"

"Nope. We're here so just enjoy it." He handed me a drink he grabbed off a table. "Now drink this and come dance with me and everybody else having the time of their lives." I looked at him before taking the drink and downing it.

"That was very fast." He looked impressed.

"Now we can dance." I breathed. We starting jumping around and dancing like crazy animals until we met up with Malia. We didn't need to say anything. All we did was cheer and start dancing all together. Sebastian excused himself to go dance with one of his other friends and we told him it was okay. Everything was fine until Scott walked over.

"Hey." He greeted to us over the noise. "What are you doing here?"

"Getting drunk." Malia answered. "What are you doing?"

"Trying to make sure no one gets hurt." He replied.

"That's sounds fun too." She shrugged as she danced.

"Not really." I spoke up. "It sounds extremely boring."

"I don't want to ruin your night or anything but we kind of cant get drunk." Scott said to Malia, sparing me only a glance.

"What?" She asked, confused.

"I know. I think it has something to do with our healing." He said. What a genius. "But, trust me, I've tried. Your not gonna feel anything."

"Maybe you should tell him that." She moved out of the way, pointing towards Liam and his friends. "Hey, guys, I just wanna talk." Scott tried.

"And we just wanna dance." Malia answered as we continued jumping around.

"We had our reasons. We didn't tell you about Peter-"

"-To protect me." She cut him off. "That's what Peter said you would say. And guess what he said next? That you were right." Scotts face morphed to one of confusion. "Does that surprise you?"

"No. It makes me wonder what he wants." Was the reply. "Malia, Hope, we need to stay together. You, me, Stiles.."

"I don't want to talk about Stiles." I cut him off before sighing. "I just wanna dance. And get drunk."