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Chapter 8: Road Trip

I, being the girl out of Stiles and I, got the second master bedroom to our house which meant I got a bathroom connected to my room. That's where I was standing, brushing my teeth and correcting my wild hair.

I didn't realize how early Stiles had gotten up that morning. I guess I should've remembered that his and Isaac's meet was today. I also should've remembered that Stiles doesn't knock. It wasn't until I heard Stiles call my name a second time that I started to panic.

I quickly spit into the sink and gargled a little then spitting that out into the sink. I wiped my face clean and opened my door. Stiles was standing there and Isaac, sleeping, was under my covers.

"Wait," Stiles said, eyes widening. "If you're in the bathroom, then who's...?"

"Stiles, I can explain!" I exclaimed just as Stiles whipped the covers off of Isaac.

"Charlie, five more minutes..." Isaac whined. He hadn't opened his eyes yet and he just turned over, curling up into a ball.

"Isaac, sweetie, time to get up," Stiles whispered in a mockingly girly voice to Isaac.

Needless to say, that got him up. He sprung up out of bed like the first daisy of spring. "Oh, thank god," He said, still not seeing Stiles. "Charlie, I thought you were Stiles."

I motioned toward my step-brother with my eyes, crossing my arms. Isaac's eyes followed my gaze. Looking up at Stiles, Isaac muttered, "Great."

"What is going on in-?" My mother has impeccable timing. "Charlie, what is Isaac doing in your bed?"

"Listen, Mom," I pleaded. "Nothing happened! Look he still has his pants on. Everything's fine!"

"Where's his shirt?" Mom said in a very calm voice which invoked more panic in me.

"Who doesn't have a shirt?" Dave said, walking into my room as well. "Oh..."

"Charlotte," Mom said, pulling the first name and making me cringe. "Explain to me what your boyfriend is doing in your bed."

"You're dating Isaac?!" Dave asked, his eyes widened in surprise.

"Dave," I said. "Why don't you go downstairs and get a nice blueberry muffin? Have some coffee while you're at it. I think Mom's got this."

"A nice muffin..." I heard him mumble as he walked down the hall.

Mom cleared her throat. "I'm not asking again."

I gulped and glanced at Stiles who was staring Isaac down like a guard dog. Isaac looked kinda scared but he stood anyway. "If I could say something, Mrs. Stilinski."

"Go on, dear," Mom nodded like Isaac was a gift sent from God. What the hell?

"Charlie and I didn't do anything last night." he started to explain. "I'd been living at Derek Hale's house but he just kicked me out two nights ago. I had nowhere to go so I went here and Charlie let me stay. She wouldn't let me sleep on the floor like I did at Derek's."

"Oh, sweetie," Mom said, pulling Isaac into a hug. "You can stay here as long as you need to. You'll just be sleeping on the couch from now on."

"Thank you so much, Mrs. Stilinski," Isaac smiled.

"What the actual fuck?" I said after Mom and Stiles left. I crossed my arms and looked at Isaac. "How in the hell did you do that?"

Isaac shrugged. "I guess parents like me."

"I hate you right now," I said sarcastically.

"You love me," Isaac said, pulling me closer to him and pressing his lips onto mine.

"I'd love you even more if you'd brush your teeth," I said, pulling away quickly and patting his very nice looking chest.

"Sorry, babe," He said, walking into my bathroom.

"I'm going to puke all over both of you and you are going to be sorry!" I screamed at Allison and Lydia.

"We are not pulling over," Allison said.

"Allison, maybe we should," Lydia said, looking back at me. "She looks pale."

"Tell her to concentrate on Isaac or someone else," Allison told Lydia.

"Allison, dear," I said, mockingly. "I am in the car. You can speak directly to me."

Allison rolled her eyes.

I was currently sat in the back seat of Allison's Toyota because I was, and I quoted, "the smallest". I was 5'2 but I was five feet and two inches of pure sarcasm and PMS fury. I wasn't quite friends with Allison just yet but since I saved her from Isaac, she owed me.

"Why are we even stalking Scott? Can't you just call him or something?" I asked.

"For the last time, Charlie," Allison said, annoyed. "I am not stalking Scott!"

"Oh, really?" I said. "Because my definition of stalking is driving to a meet that we aren't even invited to and riding the bus's ass the whole way there just because your ex-boyfriend is on it. What's yours, Allison?"

"I just have to make sure he's okay..." She said.

I knew what she was talking about. Isaac had told me about the battle between the Alphas and Derek's pack. I had been crushed to hear that Derek was dead but not as crushed as Scott had been. He'd seen the whole thing go down.

After I'd been lulled into a sleep, I woke with a start as Allison cried out, "No!"

"What?! What's going on?!" I asked, freaking out and thinking someone was raped or something.

"We're running out of gas," Lydia replied.

"Oh, okay..." I said then realizing what she'd said. "Wait! No gas? We're gonna be stuck in the middle of the desert with no food, no water! I'm gonna die!"

"Not stuck in the desert," Lydia said. "Stuck in traffic."

I groaned, "Even worse!"

"What if we stop?" Allison asked.

"So we lose them," Lydia shrugged. "We know where they're headed."

"You didn't see what happened," Allison said.

"I know what started it," Lydia said.

"Is that what Aiden told you?" Allison asked.

"Aiden?" Lydia looked at Allison and laughed. "Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hold on a second. Is that why you invited me on this whole road trip? Oh my gosh, you're keeping an eye on them and me."

"So there's nothing going on between you two?" Allison asked, all smirky.

"I am appalled by the insinuation," Lydia said, looking offended but not sounding like it.

"Nothing?" Allison asked with a slight giggle.

"Nothing," Lydia confirmed.

"I call bullshit!" I shouted from the back.

"Oh and why is that, Charlie?" Lydia asked me.

"Because you two were making out in Coach's office on Friday," I told her. "You two were very loud."

Allison started laughing.

Lydia just rolled her eyes because she knew I was right. "Charlie, what's that smell?"

"What?" I asked, furrowing my eyebrows.

"You got a new perfume on?" Lydia asked.

I nodded. "Derek had given it to me a while ago. I figured I'd wear it because you know..." I didn't really wanna say "because he's dead".

Suddenly my phone started ringing. I looked at the I.D and my eyes widened. "Hey, Stiles," I said, announcing who it was to everyone. "We were just about to head into a movie so-"

"I know you guys are right behind us," Stiles said. "Put me on speaker."

"Alrighty, then," I said, pressing the speaker button on my phone and holding it between Allison and Lydia.

"Scott's still hurt," Stiles said.

Allison looked confused. "What do you mean 'still'? He's not healing?"

"No, he's not healing," Stiles said. "I think it's actually getting worse. The blood's turning like a black color."

"What's wrong with him?" I asked.

"What's wrong with him? Do I have a PhD in lycanthropy? How am I supposed to know that?"

"We need to get him off the bus," Allison stated.

"And take him where? A hospital?" Lydia argued.

"If he's dying," Allison looked at her. "Yes."

"Stiles, there's a rest stop about a mile up the road," I spoke to the phone. "Tell Coach to pull up there."

"I've been trying," Stiles said.

"Well, reason with him," Allison told him.

"Reason? Have you met this guy?" Stiles asked.

"Tell him you're on your period!" I called.

All Stiles did before hanging up was groan.

Lydia and Allison looked at me.

"What? It always worked for me in gym," I shrugged.

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