❝ 𝐈 𝐁𝐄𝐓 I can make you feel pain.❞
❝ 𝐁𝐄𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 cant, Stiles. ❞
⸻ IN WHICH, Florence Auclair moved from France to America for her first year of Kindergarten, where she was assigned a new doctor for her chronic illness. M...
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┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° s1: Chapter Four. ✧.*✎ The Bullet.
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⸺ 𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐀 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐁𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐒 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊 𝐓𝐎 𝐏𝐔𝐓 𝐈𝐓 𝐒𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐘. Her cheek smushed into the palm of her hand, staring at her notebook as she doodled random images that came to mind. If it was a pig being ridden like a horse, a cat having eight legs and a massive dick or a leprechaun flying on the back of a naked woman with eagle wings over a rainbow; anything that came to her weird, kind of creepy creative mind.
Her foot tapped on the floor along with the beat of Panic! At the Disco's 'I Write Sins Not Tragedies.' as she whispered the lyrics feathery light so no one could hear. Then she started doodling a werewolf climbing up a Willow tree, her mind running back to what she, Stiles & Scott had previously discussed.
Derek wasn't the Alpha they all assumed he was; in-fact, he was a Beta Wolf. And he, too, was trying to figure out who was the Alpha tormenting the town.
Her eyes glanced up at the tests being handed out, her bottom lip now tucked between her teeth as she started to nibble on the already scarred skin. She wasn't the brightest tool in the shed, kind of dull and quick-witted. But she managed. And if she wanted to she could be smart, but her brain was usually pre-occupied with stuff that actually interested her.
" If Derek isn't the Alpha, if he's not the one who bit you, then who did? " Flora craned her neck to the side, hearing Stiles' not-so-whispery whisper to Scott.
" I don't know. " Scott answered after a while, shrugging. Flora sighed, putting down her blue glitter-gel pen and closing her pink and green Winx-Club notebook.
" You didn't think to ask Emo-Wolf? " " He knows just as much as we do, Ren. " Scott answered with an annoyed sigh, angered not even Derek — who always seemed to have the answers — knew who the Alpha was.
" Did the Alpha kill the bus driver? " " I don't know. " Flora watched as Stiles leaned back with a sigh and a pout. It took all her willpower not to lean over and kiss it away; She opted for just smiling admirably.
" Does Allison's dad know about the — " " I don't know! " Scott yelled, maybe a little louder than he meant to. Everyone turning around in their seat to stare at the pair. Flora giggled lightly, looking up at the teacher as he slipped her test results ontop of her notebook.
She saw the C- scribbled into the corner, and she thanked the lords above she just scraped above the passing grade. Stiles leaned over showing her his paper, to which she just rolled her eyes as his 'A' taunted her. " Whatever. Geek. " She sighed, before they both turned to look at Scott's results.
