It's Always Been You || Stiles Stilinski

Chapter 14 - Shape-Shifted

Taking the first few steps up to the school with Allison and Lydia, I tuck a piece of loose hair that has fallen out of my side braid behind my ear and turn slightly towards Lydia "You really don't remember anything?"

Lydia rolls her eyes and lifts a hand out to her side "They called it a fugue state, which is basically a way of saying 'We have no idea why you can't remember running through the woods naked for two days'. But personally, I don't care," she smirks and throws her hands to her sides with a little don't you know it tilt to the side "I lost nine pounds."

Allison and I share a smirk before she turns to our friend "Are you ready for this?"

Lydia scoffs " Please -- it's not like my aunt's a serial killer." She adds with a look that before I was friend's with her, I would have called her a bitch for. However now being her friend I realize it is her joking face you have to look really close, but it's there

Allison and I chuckle, though I can see the look that crosses her face questioning the bitchy tone of the last statement.

Lydia walks in before us and I hold open the door for Allison to walk inside, throwing her a way too bright smile to make her laugh before we face school.

She chuckles and once we step inside, I see Lydia has stopped walking and a good twenty to thirty people are stopped as well-- looking, or more like staring right at the three of us did I fall asleep in those 8 seconds and step into one of those naked dream nightmares?

I flick my eyes down to my mint colored long sleeve henley and dark blue frayed jean shorts, to my left at Allison's white sweater and grey skirt and finally to my right at Lydia and her navy dress fully clothed, good start

Allison leans closer to me though she directs her statement at Lydia "Maybe it's the nine pounds."

I fight a smile and make a noise in the back of my throat as Lydia nods her head slightly and makes a face like she had that coming.

I take a deep breath and link my arms with both of theirs "Well we look fabulous today, so let them stare" I feel both of them squeeze my arms in solidarity and we make a silent agreement to walk forward through the hall with our heads held high.

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I had a talk with my guidance counselor who said that I need more extracurriculars because running for my life from a crazy Alpha werewolf who turned my brother into a werewolf doesn't look good on college applications

Coach was complaining about not having notes to look back on for practices and the plays he comes up with, so I offered to be a note taker for him if it would count as being on the team since playing on the team means running and that's a no

He didn't take much convincing and labeled my position as assistant coach transcriber aaaand that's how I find myself walking with Scott and Stiles towards the locker room for morning practice and my first day on the team.

Scott breaks my train of thought with his argument in response to Stiles' worry "I'm serious. It's not like the last full moon. I don't feel the same."

"Oh, does that include the urge to maim and kill people like the two of us?" Stiles scoffs and shakes his hand in between myself and him.

Scott throws his head back on a groan, stressing "I swear I don't have the urge to maim and kill either of you."

"You know, you say that now but then the full moon goes up and out come the fangs and the claws and there's a lot of howling and screaming and running everywhere, okay? And it's very stressful on me and so yes, we're still locking you up." Stiles states as they walk through the open door and I wait outside for the coast to be clear of teenage boy bodies unclothed.