After a few minutes to compose yourself you finally walk back downstairs to face your friends. You're not sure what Stiles told them, you're not even sure you want to know. But you couldn't hide in his room forever.
Everyone was still in the living room chatting but quickly stopped once you got into the room. Talk about feeling awkward!
"So...what's the plan, now?" you ask.
"Well...I don't think you should be alone tonight. We thought we'd have at least a day from him after last night but we were wrong. And we don't want to chance another...erm, encounter. The more times he does this, the more he takes from you and Stiles. We don't want that to keep happening." Scott explains.
"Makes sense." you respond.
"She could stay with me tonight." Lydia chimes in.
"I don't think that's a good idea." Scott replies.
"Why not? You or Derek could keep watch at the house! I'm not completely incompetent you know!" Lydia moves closer.
"No I don't think you are! I just think that any of the girls' house would be the first place he would look." Scott tells her.
"Scott's right" Derek jumps in "I think our best bet would actually be you staying here tonight." he turns to you.
"You've got to be kidding me." you looked at him with complete shock. Did he really think staying with Stiles tonight was a GOOD thing? After everything that's happened in the past two days?
"Think about it" he starts "this would be the last place he would look!"
"Or the first." you reply.
"I think that's our best option right now." Scott agrees.
"What?" you shriek. He's agreeing with Derek? This is ridiculous!
"Derek, Allison, Issac, and I will be out keeping an eye on things tonight to make sure we can figure out the Nogitsune's next move. And he'll definitely check Lydia and Kira's house for you first if you're not home. This really might be the LAST place he'd look for you and we would be ready for him if that happened."
"It's a good plan" you hear Stiles respond, noting this was the first time he's said anything since you've come downstairs "You should stay here. I don't want this asshole getting to you again. And my dad will be here tonight, so we'll have some extra protection with him being here."
You sigh, feeling somewhat defeated, but you finally agree to it. Besides, maybe having Stiles' dad here won't make the night so weird between the two of you.
"I'll need to go back and get a change of clothes." you say to whomever is listening.
"Lydia and Kira can go and get some things for you." Scott replies "Just write down what you need and they'll bring it."
"I can't even go to my house to get clothes?" you ask, a little ticked off.
"Look, I know you're frustrated. But he could be there waiting for you. We can't take that chance." he pleaded with you.
You nod your head and take the pen and paper that Lydia has given to you and you write down everything that you need for the night and the next morning and hand it back to her along with your house keys.
"We'll be quick." she tells you as she and Kira head out the door.
Scott and the rest of your friends chat a bit more about the plan for the night, but you're not paying attention. You sit down on the couch, exhausted already, and try to wrap your head around everything that's been going on. You overhear them agree that no one is going to school tomorrow, and you're at least happy with that. You're not sure you could face the entire school after that video got leaked. Tomorrow is Friday anyway, so maybe over the weekend it'll give everything a chance to settle and it won't be so weird by Monday. At least you're trying to convince yourself of that.
Another fifteen minutes pass while they're talking and you're lost in your own thoughts when you notice them starting to head for the door. You're not sure if you should feel relieved that you don't need to be around them anymore or more paranoid now that you're alone with Stiles.
"When is your dad coming home?" you ask him as he shuts the door behind everyone.
"He's supposed to be here by now, let me check and see if he's on his way." he sends a quick text and sits down on the chair across from you.
"So..." he starts, but thank GOD is interrupted by someone knocking on the door.
He stands up and opens it. You hear Lydia mumble something and see him take a bag from her, and then shuts the door. Guess they couldn't stay long.
"Lydia brought your stuff." he walked over and handed you your bag.
"Thank god. I'm getting tired. I'm going to go get my pajamas on and brush my teeth if you don't mind." you begin going up the stairs even before he has a chance to respond.
You rush into the bathroom upstairs, happy to finally get a moment alone to yourself. This is the first time all day you've really been alone and able to just relax and you want to take full advantage of it. Wash your face? Done. Brush your teeth? Done. You rummage through the bag and find underwear. THANK YOU LYDIA! You keep looking. You see your change of clothes for tomorrow, hair ties, hair products...but no pajamas. You even tried asking for the LEAST sexiest thing you owned, but she either forgot or couldn't find it and didn't see anything else to pack.
You trudge back down the stairs, silently cursing Lydia for being an idiot and forgetting pajamas. Seriously...WHO FORGETS PAJAMAS when you're spending the night at someone else's house? Leave it to Lydia.
"Lydia forgot my pajamas. So I guess I'll just wear my dress..." you trail off.
"No it's fine. You can wear something of mine." Stiles tells you.
"Thanks." you sigh, thankful you don't have to sleep in the clothes you've been in all day.
"I hate to be the bearer of more bad news, but my dad's gotta stay at work so he won't be here. I knew you'd like having extra protection here. We'll still have some of the guys keeping an eye on the house, and the rest are out looking for him. My dad is doing what he can at the station to try and find him, too."
Great. Alone with Stiles. This won't be strange at all!
"Oh uhm, well that's ok. I feel safe enough with everyone on the look out at least."
You both stand there for a minute, not sure of what to say. Could this get any more awkward?
"So, uhm...about the clothes..." you begin.
"Right! Right. Upstairs. Come with me, we'll find something."
You follow him up to his room and watch as he rummages through his closet. Who lives like that? Clothes everywhere! You hope at least they're clean!
"Here. This should fit." he hands over a long sleeved t-shirt.
"Pants?" you ask.
"I uhh...I don't think I have any that would fit you." he frowns "They'd probably just fall right off."
You look at him through raised eyebrows and watch his face change from the frown to panic.
"I uhh...not that I'm hoping that would...uhh, you know I just mean I'm taller than you and that they wouldn't fit you and the shirt should be long enough I think so you should be..."
"Stiles, relax. I'm just messing with you." a smile forms on your face. The first time you've smiled in days, and it feels good. It feels like you are two friends joking around, like it used to be.
He smiles back at you and let's out a small laugh.
"Look, I'll take the couch tonight. You can stay here in my room. You get dressed, I'm going to make a few phone calls to see what's going on, if anything." another smile from him and then he shuts the door behind him.
The day surprisingly went by pretty quick and it was already starting to get dark outside. You quickly disrobe and throw on Stiles' shirt. The sleeves are a little long, and it barely gets halfway past your thighs, but it'll do for the night.
You throw your dress in your bag and look around the room. What a mess! Jesus Christ! You've got nothing else to do so you figure you can at least pick some things up off the floor. For a few minutes it gets your mind off of things and you can just focus on what you're doing.
With a pile of clothes in your hand you turn around to throw it into the laundry basket(Did he not realize it was in here? Geez!) and are startled when you see Stiles standing right in front of it.
"You look good in my shirt." he grins.
"You're not him!" you're frozen to the spot on the floor.
"You're getting good at this." he replies.
"Now see, I thought your own pajamas were pretty sexy. But this is even sexier, I think." he's close now, too close.
"Please don't!" you beg him. Not here. Not now. He can't do this!
"I love it when you beg." he runs his hand through your hair.
"How? How did you know I was here? How did you get past everyone?" you're still frozen to the spot on the floor.
"Being a werewolf clearly didn't make your friends any smarter. Your car is still in the driveway. I knew you were here. And I'm a trickster, remember I have my ways." he's breathing in your face now.
"Now...be a good girl and take a seat." he shoves you down on the bed.
You're trying to figure out a way to stop this, a way to get him to leave or at least stall him.
"Don't even think about screaming." he practically read your thoughts.
"I wasn't..." you begin but are cut off by the door opening.
"So hey good news the guys think they found him hiding out on the other side of town..." he quickly says as he opens the door but suddenly falls silent when he sees the scene before him.
"You." he looks at the Nogitsune.
"Yeah, me." the Nogitsune responds back with a laugh.
"I swear to God if you don't leave her alone I'll..."
"You'll what? Rip me to shreds? Ohhhhh that's right, you're not a werewolf. Your friends are. And they're all on their way across the town right now. Far far away from here. As well as every law enforcement officer in this city, including your father." he smiles.
"They'll be back soon enough!" Stiles begins across the room, but is quickly stopped by the Nogitsune knocking him down, rendering him unconscious.
"Well...now I have you both here. This should be fun!" he smirks.