"You get that needles are involved in this, right?" Stiles asked parking the Jeep. She wanted to make sure Scott wasn't having one of his 'this will be easy' moments. "Like copious amounts of needles."
"That's the fourth time you have said that." Scott points out to her.
"I will say it a fifth time just in case. NEEDLES SCOTT." Stiles throws her hands up and hits the roof of the car. Scott smiled at her while she shook out her hands.
"You are the one with three seperate slide shows about why tattoos are hot on dudes." Scott makes a face to indicate that he did not enjoy any of the slides.
"Yes but I don't feel the need to lick you so…."
"Can we go inside now that you have made your displeasure abundantly clear?" Scott got out of the car and headed into the sketchiest looking tattoo parlor this side of a biker gang.
Stiles checked her phone on the way in. Isaac was supposed to come too. Or rather Stiles had informed Isaac that he was going to come as well so that him and Scott could do whatever bromance they did while Stiles sat in the corner and tried not to vomit from the sound of needles.
Okay so summer had been...mostly being grounded. But apparently Scott was like doing things now. And him and Isaac had some kind of wolf bond. Whatever, not her problem.
Was that a Kanima? Why does creepy tattoo parlor that doesn't check ages have a kanima drawing.
"Hey Scott?" She held up the drawing with a smile. He did not return the sentiment. "Too soon?"
"So, girl problems?" Stiles asks on the drive home. Scott glares.
"What? Dude. Like I havent talked to you in forever. I mean yes I was grounded but you weren't so spill before I am forced to cut it out of you like Ramsay Snow."
"You watch a lot of HBO this summer?" Scott teased.
"Almost exclusively. Not the point. Spill." Stiles was tired of being left in the dark. By many a party. Cough*Derek*Cough. No seriously. She broke her vibrator three weeks in and didn't have the Jeep for another two weeks to get a replacement.
"I haven't spoken to her. At all." Scott looked out the windshield with a very despondent face. "I'm not even sure if she will be coming back this year."
Stiles did. Because she was right there. Like next to them in Lydia's car. Stiles had to hold herself back from making a rather ridiculous face. Lydia was in fact the only person that Stiles had talked to all summer. Mostly because Jackson had left the day before her grounding was over so Stiles was now the only person around and willing to follow her about town.
Lydia was to be blamed for the new look as well. She had literally dragged Stiles kicking and screaming into a salon a few weeks ago. So now Stiles had hair products and layering and some low lights to 'enhance her honey color.'
So when Stiles raised her (now waxed and contoured) eyebrows and Scott turned to look at Allison and Lydia there was a sheer moment of hilarity. Lydia and her made eye contact and neither rolled their eyes but there was that moment of 'this is painfully expected' between them. Stiles was just getting ready to roll down the window when Lydia takes off through the red light.
"Well that's dangerous and super illegal." Stiles says to no one in particular, Scott is too busy freaking out at the moment to notice she exists.
Then the deer happens. Which is super odd. But also like creepy. Stiles is so done with deer. They are annoying as fuck with their appearing on the road and not seeming to care that her car will take a shit ton of damage when they die a gruesome death on it. But the point is that this particular deer was deranged.
"I wasn't seeing things right?" Stiles asks Lydia.
"No that came right at us." Lydia looks startled.
"Well that will teach us to have our teen angst on the open roadways now won't it?" All of them looked at her. "No seriously we could have seriously hurt someone with our shenanigans." She pointed at each of them in turn. "Let this be a lesson to all of you not to run red lights or stop in the middle of a medianed street."
It would have been nice to go back to the car after that flourish. But instead she called her dad and the tow company. Because Stiles was responsible with her roadway safety like that. Scott and Allison were awfully quiet the entire time. Lydia refused to be engaged. So Stiles watched Twitch TV on her phone because she was so not in the mood for this much angst.
"It's hurtful is what it is." Stiles says at THE THING.
"I saved up all summer for it." Scott looks hella fucking proud.
"I don't like it." Stiles suppresses the urge to hiss at the offensive bike.
"Well there are more so..." Scott nods his head in the direction of the much sleeker black motorbikes.
"Don't parents read accident statistics?" I mean her dad did. And it sucked. They were also poor. So. But whatever her Jeep was way better than vibrating death between your legs. (hmm vibrating) Focus.
"And what is this?" The principals says, right as Scott and her make their way past his door.
"Go. Just go. Abort." She hisses as they hurry to english.
"Stiles?" Scott asks as they near the door.
"Wha?" She turns on her toes to look back at him.
"Did you bribe Ms. Kendric to put us in the same classes again?" Scott does not look puppy happy the way he used to when they compared schedules.
"No..." She says eyeing Lydia off to the side who seems to be pointedly ignoring Stiles. Well if that's the way it's gonna be...
"Stiles!" Scott snaps. She had stopped paying attention clearly.
"Surprise!" She mock shouts and runs into the classroom to grab the seat by Lydia. There will be no avoiding their friendship not after the nail salon disaster.
Stiles was proud of how well Scott handled the Allison thing. Ms. Kendric was getting so much more contraband (cheat codes. The woman was a great gamer but sucked at finding the up up down down left right squares of the world. So they had an agreement.)
Also new english teacher liked her dramatic entrances. She and Peter Hale should never me. Or Derek. None of these people should ever be in the room together. Only bad things would come of this.
"I didn't like it when Hitchcock did it and I don't like it now." Stiles complains in the aftermath of The Birds. How like Scott to miss the near blinding of so many people.
"I am not putting that as your statement." Her dad said with a look.
"Fine. But at least put down that they really seemed more interested in hitting something than escaping." Her dad actually wrote that down. Other parents were trickling in slowly now that her dad was wrapping up with his interviews. Poor Ms. Blake looked ready to cry. Stiles kind of wanted to sit her down and be all "leave this place if you want to live." But Stiles wasn't actually a nice person at heart, so she just grabbed a feather instead.
Which is when her dad felt the need to betray her by mentioning to Chris Argent that Stiles had said he was experienced hunter. (No more half lies to dad. He remembers that shit. Come up with better things to say. Although what is there to say about Papa Argent, Father of Guns and King of the deep v neck. Does grief make people wear less clothes? Can that be a thing?) The point is that now she has to have the most uncomfortable moment of like looking at her dad, then Chris, then Allison and finally Lydia for shits and giggles.
Isn't life grand?