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The future is never set in stone, you may think your future is going one route but then one choice changes everything. One decision can change everything in people's lives, even the people not involved. One night can change everythin...
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Chapter Eight 🐺 Lunatic 🐺
Under the light of an almost full moon, Scott followed Stiles and Sawyer down a dark path through the woods, "Where are we going?" Scott asked. "You'll see." Stiles said, giving him a completely vague answer.
"Cause I really shouldn't be out here. My mom is in a constant state of freak-out from what happened at the school." Scott said and Sawyer raised her eyebrows. "Well, your mom isn't the Sheriff, okay? There's no comparison, trust me." Sawyer said as she glanced back at him.
"Can you at least tell me what we're doing out here?" Scott asked and Stiles turned to him, "When your best friend gets dumped-" Stiles said and Scott cut him off. "I didn't get dumped. We're taking a break." Scott said and Sawyer rolled her eyes, "Well when your best friend gets told by their girlfriend that they're taking a break, you get them drunk." She said, pulling out the bottle of Jack Daniels.
After a while, the once full bottle of Jack is now half empty. No telling how much time has passed, but long enough for Stiles to have gotten completely wasted and Sawyer to get buzzed. The three friends keep warm around a steel trash can with a fire blazing inside. "Dude, she's one girl. There are plenty more girls in the sea." Stiles slurred, making his sister squint slightly.
