" I know people are temporary...
..but can you be permanent?"
Stiles-a boy who's sarcastic
Olivia-a girl who's also sarcastic as hell and mentally unstable most of time.
𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭.
People fear what they do not k...
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Chapter fifteen✓
A week passed after the motel incident and Olivia was still stumped. Not only has she not figured out the reason why she had hallucinations, but every time she walked into English class, she swore Mrs. Blake had it out for her. When Olivia wasn't paying attention, she would be called on, asked questions that were especially hard, and fuck.
It annoyed the hell out of her.
She had to suppress the very strong urge to throw herself out the classroom window.
Everytime she thought she had a small breakthrough in her case, she would instantly call Stiles and run over to his house to work through it with him. He's the only one who knew about her suspicions about Mrs. Blake. When she first told him her theory, he only nodded and then agreed to work on it with her.
"I've had much crazier theories before." Is what he responded with.
Honestly, she thought he thought she was crazy and she might as well be so.
This occurrence of her running over to his house happened often, enough for Stiles to just leave his bedroom window open knowing that she could easily climb up and jump through.
One time she almost fell out of it though, accidentally catching Stiles off guard and scaring him shitless.
"Jesus, Olivia!"
"Sorry!" the girl tumbled out of the window and onto his bedroom floor.
From Stiles's point of view, coming out of the bathroom and seeing a shadowy figure trying to open his window while living in a county with murderous supernatural creatures, was a little bit nerve racking to say.
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"Hey Liv! We need to take dinner to the hospital!" Olivia heard Scotts voice from below her. This had also been a frequent occurrence. Her and Scott would end up taking dinner to Melissa who was stuck in a night shift at the hospital.
She shouted back saying she'd be down in a minute and ran to grab a hoodie and sweats. Olivia also snatched her phone, her worn out converse and then glided down the stairs.
Scott wanted to take his motorcycle since Melissa had taken the car and Olivia hated that motorcycle. It was a death trap in her opinion. They had this argument everytime.
"Then you can walk."
"I don't want to walk."
"Then get on."
"Fine."
She would end up hopping on against her wishes, but since it was late at night each time they went out, she didn't have much of a protest in her.
