𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐨𝐬 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐨𝐫𝐲 ▷ Stiles Stilinski¹

29|do something about it

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The fire alarm continued to ring even after Isaac had left with Derek. Stiles and I were now alone in the holding cells. Well, not completely alone.

The hunter was still on the ground, not responding to our attempts to wake him to see if he was okay. Or at least alive.

It's not that we cared - he had tried to kill Isaac, after all - but it was a matter of principle. We didn't want Isaac to be a murderer.

The alarm stopped all of a sudden, and seconds later Sheriff Stilinski stood in the doorway to the holding cells. He looked from the body on the ground to Stiles and I, and I did the same.

Stiles stumbled for words as he glanced around the room, before pointing to the man dressed as a Beacon Hills police officer. "Uh, he did it."

Sheriff Stilinski looked unimpressed to say the least.
"Both of you, to your own homes. Now." He sounded very official. Probably because some of his fellow officers were by his side.

Stiles nodded, acknowledging his father's request and grabbed onto my hand to lead me out of the station. On the way out I looked for any sign of Derek or Isaac, but found none.

I sighed, disheartened, as I climbed into the Jeep. Stiles started the engine without a peep and I figured he was ignoring me.

I couldn't stand this new found tension between us. If I knew things would end up this weird, I probably wouldn't have tried to become more than friends with him in the first place.

While we drove in silence I felt obligated to say something, to show gratitude for what he had done that night.

Clearing my throat, I looked over to him. "Thank you for what you did tonight; going out of your way to save Isaac and risking your life."

He didn't respond. He didn't even bother to glance in my direction. Was what happened the previous night really that bad? I mean, I felt awkward of course, but I'm not going to ignore him over it.

I sighed, "Well, just like Scott, he had no control. And I'm sure he really appreciated it."

Stiles' jaw clenched at my words, and he murmured beneath his breath, "I didn't do it for him."

This made me fall silent. At first I thought I may not have heard him right, but I know that I did.

How do you respond to something like that?

We continued in silence, like we had done every other time we'd been around each since the previous day. He had nearly kissed me. I had nearly kissed him. But if my mother hadn't interrupted, would he have gone through with it?

Would I have?

With all the feelings he had for Lydia, would he have kissed me because he liked me, or because Lydia still refused to acknowledge him?

The first question I had to ask myself, however; did I want to know? Maybe it was best to go back to who we were beforehand.

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The night had gone by slowly. It sucked, because I had been craving sleep. I mean, when did I not crave sleep? But I stood in gym class anyway, against my better judgement, exhausted out of my mind.

Plus, things were beginning to get even worse for all of us. First Isaac was turned, then there was this . . . this thing going around killing people.