Everything in my life was perfect, every aspect dotted out on my checklist to my future. Summer School extra credit, Check. Graduate at the top of my classes, pending. Get accepted into Standford's medical program. It was all lined out, I knew what...
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For some reason, even though I'd played a big role in the kidnapping of Jackson Whittmore, I was given a hall pass. Jackson told my dad and his that I had nothing to do with any of it. So, while the boys were being given a restraining order, I was waiting in the hall for Stiles to be free so we could go home.
The event from earlier that night were playing in my head on repeat as I waited for the boys. To say I was sexually frustrated would be an understatement. I wanted Scott more than anything and it was annoying that my brother ruined my first chance at that.
Though, something told me that it wouldn't be my only opportunity. I blushed at the reminder of how much Scott wanted me. I could tell he wanted me just as much as I wanted him tonight. The way he touched me, the way he kissed me... it was something I was sure I'd never forget.
I was broken from my thoughts by my dad and Stiles coming into the hall. "Do I need to remind you how lucky we are that they're not pressing charges?"
Stiles sighed, "oh come on, it was just a joke."
I couldn't help but laugh, "a joke?" I obviously wasn't helping his lie, so he shot me a look.
"Yes a joke! I didn't think it would be taken that seriously. Dad, humors very subjective, okay? I mean we're talking multiple levels of interpretation here."
I watched from my peripheral as Scott and Melissa walked out of the room and around the corner down the hall. Scott looked like a sad puppy, his head dipped low and a frown on his lips. I felt bad for the boy, knowing that Melissa was going to go 'tough mom' on him again, probably worse than yesterday.
I turned back to the conversation, taking in the way our dad was looking at Stiles with a look that told me he 100% didn't believe a single word out of Stiles' mouth. "uh-huh. Well how exactly am I supposed to interpret the stolen prison transport van, huh?"
"We filled the tank!" Stiles argued. I rolled my eyes, grabbing my brother by the shoulder and pulling him into the hall so we could go home.
My dad stopped me before I got too far, his hand on my arm. Stiles went ahead to the hall while I turned around, facing my dad. He had his brows raised, his mouth tight, and I just knew he was pissed.
"Don't think you're getting off easy, Victoria," My dad's voice was serious, "I know you had something to do with this too."
I sighed, my eyes dropping to the ground before finding his again, "fine. I was there, but in my defense, I told the boys it was a horrible idea and that we shouldn't be doing it!"
My dad only shook his head, "just go home, and stay out of trouble, okay?"
I nodded, guilt swirling inside me at the thought of disappointing my dad. I hated to make him upset, he already had so much to worry about, being a single dad and all, and Stiles and I weren't making it very easy on him.
