Through the Dark // S.S. [Book One]

Chapter 8

Stiles' POV:

As we trudge through the woods, Scott asks, "Where are we going?"

I give him a smirk. "You'll see."

"Cause we really shouldn't be out here. My mom is in a constant state of freak-out from what happened at the school."

I give him a small frown. "Well, your mom isn't the sheriff, okay? There's no comparison, trust me."

"Can you at least just tell me what we're doing out here?"

"Yes. When your best friend gets dumped--"

"I didn't get dumped. We're taking a break."

"Alright, well, when your best friend gets told by his girlfriend that they're taking a break--You get your best friend drunk."

Fifteen minutes later, the whiskey is in my system and Scott seems to be feeling nothing. "Dude, you know, she's just one--one girl. You know, there are so many--there are so many other girls in the sea."

Scott frowns. "Fish in the sea."

"Fish? Why you talking about fish? I'm talking about girls. I love girls. I love 'em. I love especially ones with black hair, green eyes, 5'3--"

"Like Megara?"

"Yeah, exactly. Hey, how did you know I was talking about--about--What was I talking about? Hey, you're not happy. Take a drink."

"I don't want any more."

"You're not drunk?"

"I'm not anything." Scott says sadly.

"Hey, maybe it's like--maybe it's like not needing your inhaler anymore, you know. Maybe you can't get drunk as a wolf. Am I drunk?"

"You're wasted."

"Yeah!" I cheer. "Come on, dude, I know it feels bad. I know it hurts. I know. Well, I don't know. But I know this. I know that as much as being broken up hurts, being alone is way worse. That didn't make any sense. I need a drink."

Two guys appear. The first guy says, "Well, look at the two little bitches getting their drink on."

"Give it back." Scott demands.

"What's that, little man?"

"I think he wants a drink." The second guy says.

"I want the bottle." Scott demands again in a distorted voice.

"Scott, maybe we should just go." I suggest.

He glances at me. "You brought me here to get me drunk, Stiles. I'm not drunk yet. Give me the bottle. Give me the bottle of Jack."

"Scott?"

He throws the bottle of Jack into a tree and I manage to pull him away. "Okay, please tell me that was because of the breakup. Or cause tomorrow's the full moon. Going home now, yeah?"

I take Scott home and when I get to my place, I fall asleep rather quickly.

Megara's POV:

At school the next morning, Lydia, Allison and I walk through the halls. Allison is the first to speak. "It's just weird. Everybody's talking about what happened the other night, and nobody knows it was us."

Lydia gives a smirk. "Thank you, for the protection of minors."

"Lydia, Megara, do you think I made the wrong decision?"

Lydia studies Allison's outfit. "About that jacket with that dress? Absolutely."

"You know what I mean."