Mystic ✤ Stiles Stilinski ( 1 )

Chapter 12

Tw?? Sexist slurs

Scott Stiles and I were currently walking in the middle of the woods to some random place, if I was a murderer I would take people here to kill them, so I think Stiles might kill us.

"Where are we going?" Scott asked.

"You'll see." Stiles told him.

"Uh Stiles, are you leading us here to stab us and then leave us for dead?" I asked him, Stiles scoffed and kept walking.

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

"Well, your mom isn't the sheriff, okay?" Stiles turned "There's no comparison, trust me."

"Well at least your parents care." I mumbled quietly so the boys wouldn't hear. Kicking a stone on the floor.

"Can you at least tell me what we're doing out here?" Scott asked.

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

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

"Alright, when your best friend gets told by his girlfriend that they're taking a break... You get your best friend drunk." Stiles said, holding up a bottle of alcohol. This isn't going to end up well.

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Stiles put down the bottle with only a quarter left in it and lay down onto his back next to me. Stiles and I were currently both drunk.

"Dude, you know she's just one...One girl. You know there are so many... There are so many other girls in the sea." Stiles slurred, I giggled.

"Fish in the sea..." Scott corrected.

"I like fish, fishie, fishie." I slurred, making a fish with my hands.

"Why are you talking about fish? I'm talking about girls. I love girls. I love em. I love...Especially ones with honey brown hair, brown eyes, 5'5"..."

"Like Emma?" Scott asked, I looked over.

"Hey that's me." I laughed.

"Yeah, exactly. Hey, how did you know I was talking about...About.. What was I talking about?" Stiles smiled.

"Me!" I exclaimed, before falling into a fit of giggles.

"Right! I love you Emma!" Stiles yelled. I giggled some more.

"I love you too!" I yelled. Stiles looked over at Scott.

"Hey, you're not happy." Stiles got up "Take a drink." He said giving the bottle to Scott.

"I don't want any more."

"You're not drunk?" The drunk boy next to me asked.

"I'm not anything." Scott said, I raised an eyebrow.

"That's depressing, don't be depressed. Be like Stiles and I. Happy!" I yelled, throwing my hands in the air.

"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." Stiles informed. Scott and I both looked over at him "Am I drunk?" He asked. Scott shook his head.

"Both of you are wasted." He said. I started cheering and Stiles lifted a hand in the air.

"Come on dude, I know it feels bad. I know it hurts. I know. Well, I don't know." Stiles chuckled "But, I know this. I know that as much as being broken up hurts, being alone is way worse." Stiles said, I nodded slowly and Scott looked over at us with furrowed eyebrows "That didn't make any sense." He chuckled "I need a drink." Stiles said, leaning over, but before he could take his drink, someone grabbed it before them.