𝐊𝐄𝐄𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 ▸ Stiles Stilinski ¹

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Forty four
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Brie decided to join Stiles on his look for Boyd at Boyd's house. Mostly for moral support as she really didn't care what happened to the boy.

They jumped out of the jeep and walked towards the house, one more eagerly then the other.

She looked through the window while Stiles knocked at the door.

"Hey, Boyd?" Stiles shouted as he knocked.

"I don't think he's here, Stiles," Brie sighed, looking away from the building.

"You don't know that," Stiles argued. "Maybe he's hiding. Use your super hearing or whatever."

Brie rolled her eyes and began to listen. She didn't hear anyone in the house. But she did hear someone. She turned around and saw Erica approaching them.

"Do we have a stalker on our hands? Do I need to call the police?" Brie teased, crossing her arms in from of her chest.

Stiles looked at her with confusion before turning around. He jumped at the sight of Erica. "Oh, wow."

Erica chuckled, looking at Stiles suggestively. She was wearing an extremely low cut top which showed a lot of cleavage.

"What are you two doing here?"

"We could ask you the same thing," she took a step closer, making Erica look at her.

"We were just looking for, um..." Stiles stepped forward, trying to diffuse the situation.

"Boyd?" Erica finished for him, looking back in his direction.

"Yeah, yes. Boyd."

"You know what you're doing right now that's kinda funny?" Erica said to Stiles. "You're only looking at my eyes."

"Would you like him to look somewhere else?" Brie questioned, rolling her eyes. She knew what the girl was at. Shoving her tits in her boyfriends face?

"Well it's just it's that kind of look where you're trying not to look anywhere other then my eyes," Erica continued with a sly smirk. "But you want to , don't you."

"Trust me, babe, your not missing much," Brie said, very obviously looking at her cleavage. "Not everyone wants to stare at your tits Erica."

"But he does," Erica went on. "He wants a nice, long, hard look. Does that bother you, Brie," she turned to her. "Does it make you jealous?"

Stiles let out a slight scoff. "I see no reason for her to be jealous," he put an arm around her waist and pulled her closer. "And no, I don't want a look."

"Oh, so it's just my eyes?" Erica went on, widening her eyes in fake innocence.

"Yes," Stiles confirmed. "You have really nice eyes."

"I have really nice everything."

"And a newfound self-confidence," Brie muttered under her breath.

"Congratulations Erica," Stiles said sarcastically. "We should get going."

Erica then placed a hand firmly on the pairs chest to prevent them from moving another step forward. Brie didn't expect her strength.