Mine | Sciam

Chapter 15

No, Liam and Scott didn't have ✨sex✨

Mention of Suicide ONCE later in the chapter. I'm sorry☹️ (longer chapter)

Third person POV

4 days later

Stiles drove in silence. Ian had finally answered him when school was going to end yesterday (Friday). Ian sounded so... tired. He sounded groggy and grumpy, as if finally answering Stiles' calls was a chore. The thought made Stiles a bit irritated, but he couldn't really blame Ian for the way he was acting

Stiles had decided ignored him pretty quickly, once he found out Ian was a banshee

I just don't know what his intentions are, I need to look after my friends.—Stiles thought

He stopped at a red light deep in thought. It's not that he thought Ian would hurt them it's just... they didn't know much of banshees. They definitely didn't know that banshees could use their scream like that. Stiles was just worried that Ian may pull some more surprises on them, on him.

The light turned green, making Stiles drive down the road. He checked his GPS to check what side of the road Ian's house was on.

"Your destination is on the right, arrived." The machine said.

Stiles pulled into the driveway unbuckling his seat with shaking hands. His palms were clamy, he was nervous about what was about to go down. He frowned, getting out of the car—locking the car door and heading towards the front door

He took a deep breath before lightly knocking on the door 3 times....

No answer....

He knocked again, shifting his eyes to the doorbell. He clicked it and patiently waited. He lightly drummed his fingers against his thighs waiting for Ian to answer the door

Still no answer.

Stiles clenched his jaw is frustration. He decided to act childish and click on the doorbell furiously.

"Just a second!" Ian screamed from the other

Good, I was starting to think I had the wrong address.

The door swung open," Hel—oh it's you." Ian rolled his eyes

Stiles froze, Ian was in a towel. It was evident he had just came out of the shower. Water dripped from his hair. The floor underneath his feet was wet. Stiles could smell Ian's coconut shampoo from where he was standing.

Stiles practically drooled as he eyed Ian's curves. His muscular top was defined, glistening. He had a nice, tight curve in his waist. Stiles' gaze moved to his nice, large hips.

"Are you going to stand here gawking at me, or are you going to come in." Ian said moving away from the door to let Stiles in.

Stiles huffed, scratching the back of his neck in embarrassment

He made his way into the house.

"Come on, follow me." Ian said walking up towards his bedroom, upstairs

Stiles gulped for an unknown reason

Focus, this isn't what you came here to do!" Stiles yelled to himself. An argument was storming in his head.

Don't give in to the urges, focus on the task at hand. Stop looking at his body.