𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐨𝐬 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐨𝐫𝐲 ▷ Stiles Stilinski¹

63|slow motion

Wow, look at me go, keeping up with the week to week thing

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"You've been uncharacteristically quiet," Stiles said softly as we laid on my bed, his arm around me and his fingers running through my hair.

I turned the next page of my textbook and began to read, "Isn't that the pot calling the kettle black?"

His hand stopped for a moment, before continuing to softly run down my hair, ever so gently touching my neck. "Touché. But I still want to talk, you know, about Deucalion and what he said to you."

I stopped reading, freezing in the moment, before slowly lowering the book down onto my chest. "We don't need to discuss that, because there is no way I would ever help him."

"Your mum did," he reminded me quietly.

Putting the text book down completely, I sat up so that I could look at him. He looked like he was already regretting what he said as he dropped his hands on his torso.
"You're right."

Stiles' demeanour immediately evolved from cringing regret, to shocked surprise. "I'm right?"

"Don't make me repeat myself, Stilinski," I warned with a small laugh. "Look, I understand that my mum did, but that was her decision. I always looked up to her, so I can only hope that she had no choice but to help him. But whether she was forced to or not, all I know is that I'm not going to follow in those certain footsteps. I'm not going to help them kill people. But I'm just scared of what might happen if I say no."

Stiles grabbed onto my hands, pulling me back towards him and into his lap. "You know I'll protect you, right? And so will Scott. We wouldn't let anything happen to you."

"I think Scott has a few more pressing issues," I sighed. "And that's another thing; I don't want you to protect me, Stiles. It's you that I'm worried about. If I tell him no, I'm afraid something might happen to you or Charlotte or someone else that I care about."

"And you think I'm about to stand by and let them hurt you?" He asked, although the answer was kind of already implied.

Placing a hand on his cheek, I tried my best for a genuine smile, "You're sweet."
He knew I wasn't going to listen to him, so I didn't have to say that out loud. Sliding off of his lap, I picked my text book back up and found the page I had previously been reading.

I didn't have to glance over to know that Stiles was looking at me. He worried too much. I just wished I could ease his mind, but I couldn't come up with the words.

A buzz from Stiles' phone derailed my train of thought, focusing back on my studying. Stiles unwrapped himself from me to reach over and grab his phone, reading the notification that he had received.
"We've got to go. Right now," Stiles announced, climbing off of my bed and pulling on his jacket.

I dropped my book again. "What? Why? What's happening?"

"Lydia. She's had another one of her find-a-dead-body feelings and she's at the school. Let's go."
Grabbing his keys, he rushed out the door.

"Dammit," I mumbled beneath my breath. Dumping the book on my bed, I grabbed a jacket and my shoes in my hands and followed him out the door. "Stiles, slow down a second! I'm running bare foot here!"

"Where are you two going?" A voice called as we were about to leave the house.

I immediately stopped, turning towards the voice. "Charlotte. I didn't realise you were home yet."

She crossed her arms in front of her, leaning against the wall. "Finished work about an hour ago. Where are you off to?"

"Out for dinner with Scott, Allison and Lydia," I replied, quick on my feet.