I stared at the screen as my thumbs moved franticly on the controller, my tongue poking out of my mouth in concentration.

"No, no, no, no," Stiles muttered, his eyes glued to the screen.

"Yes, yes, yes, yes," I mumbled in reply, not daring to take my eyes off the screen to look at him.

It was the final seconds of the game and from the looks of it I was going to win. I did a weird thing with the controller and suddenly I had won.

"Yes!" I cried out, dropping the controller so I could fist pump the air.

"No!" Stiles moaned, slumping onto his bed in defeat.

I looked over to Stiles from where I was sitting at the edge of his bed and smiled smugly.

"I win," I bragged.

"No shit," Stiles muttered, crossing his arms. "Are you sure you've never played this game before?"

I shrugged my shoulders.

"I guess I'm just a natural," I stated.

We had been playing a video game on Stiles' Nintendo switch which didn't need power to run, thankfully, and it seemed I was better than him at it.

Stiles glared venomously at me before throwing a pillow at me. I gasped in outrage before throwing one back and then the war started.

We were scrambling to get our hands on any pillow on the bed and throw them at one another. There was a lot of squealing, most of which didn't come from me. At one point, I managed to shove Stiles off the bed but at the last moment he wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me down with him.

We landed on the floor with a thud, our chests pressed against each other. We laughed, sitting up, when I realised how close we were.

Our faces were inches apart, our noses almost touching. I looked to Stiles eyes only to see them already staring at mine. I licked my lips hesitantly drawing Stiles' gaze from my eyes to my lips.

My heart racing as I followed his lead, lowering my gaze to his soft lips. Stiles started leaning towards me and my eyes fluttered closed as I started leaning towards him. We were so close I could feel his breath on me and hoped he couldn't hear how fast my heart was beating.

Our lips were a breath apart when a phone started ringing.

I froze, my shoulders stiffening and my eyes opening. Stiles was looking at me with panic in his eyes as he slowly drew away.

I felt like I was going to vomit as Stiles looked down at his phone and then up at me, clearing his throat.

"It's Scott," he said awkwardly before answering.

I looked away from him, feeling my cheeks redden in embarrassment. What just happened? I nearly kissed Stiles, that's what. I covered my face in my hands even though my back was facing Stiles, feeling mortified. Stupid Scott. Why did he have to call right now? What was so important that he had to call right then and there, ruining whatever had been happening between Stiles and I?

Stiles cleared his throat again and I turned around to see him getting up off the floor.

"Uh, Scott needs me to help him break into the police station," Stiles said, avoiding eye contact with me. "Do you want to come?"

I nodded my head. "Sure," I said awkwardly.

We left his bedroom and got into his jeep, where Stiles put his keys in and started driving. The whole ride to the police station was silent as we sat awkwardly next to each other, not knowing what to say.

I bounced my leg up and down, something I did when I was nervous, and looked out the window, my thoughts a whirlwind of anxiety.

What was happening between us? Why were we being so awkward around each other? Is this how we were going to be with each other for the rest of our lives? Was our whole relationship destroyed because we nearly kissed? Did that mean he didn't like me back?

I was so distracted I didn't realise we were here until Stiles started rolling down his window and Scott and Kira appeared, surprising me. Why was Kira here? She didn't mention she wanted to break into a police station when we talked earlier today.

Stiles pulled some key cards out of his pocket and handed one to Scott. "Okay, this one will get you into all of the perimeter doors- "he passed another card to Scott. "-this one into the evidence room- "he passed the last card to Scott. "-and this one's for my father's office."

Scott was frowning as he held the cards, looking at Stiles sceptically.

"You didn't steal these, did you?" he asked, a hint of concern in his voice.

"No," Stiles said, Scott's expression turning into one of relief before Stiles added, "I cloned them using the RFID emulator."

Scott scrunched up his face.

"Is that worse than stealing?" he asked.

Stiles stared at Scott blankly, as if thinking.

"It's smarter," he said after a beat of silence.

"And scarier," I found myself adding.

Kira looks at Scott, worry plastered on her face as she asked, "Scott, can I ask you something?"

"Yeah, sure," Scott said.

Kira and Scott started walking away a while back, leaving us.

"Okay then," I muttered as they left to have a private conversation. Stiles threw his hands up to convey his unhappiness with this.

When they came back, Stiles gave them both a pointed look before continuing. "Okay. So, now almost everybody's out dealing with the blackout, but there's always somebody at the front desk. There's Dispatch and usually a night shifter or two. You guys are going to use the service door entrance by the dumpster-"

Stiles pointed to a door half blocked by an overflowing dumpster.

"-Nobody uses it. Now, I'll text you if anyone comes out, but Scott, if you get caught, I can't help you. My dad's under investigation for an impeachment because of your dad-"

I blinked, surprised. Stiles never told me that his dad was under investigation for an impeachment, and he didn't mention that it was by his best friend's dad either.

"-So, if anything happens, we will run and leave you both for dead." Stiles finished. I snorted, and Stiles turned to me saying, "I'm serious."

Kira nodded her head nervously as Scott smiled.

"Got it. Thanks. Seriously dude," Scott said.

"I'd ask my dad, but you know.." Stiles said, trailing off.

"I know, I get it." Scott replied.

The two boys looked at each other for a moment, as if having a silent conversation before Stiles spoke again.

"Alright, just uh, just hurry up."

Scott and Kira both nodded before walking away and entering the police station through the back door, leaving Stiles and me alone.

It was silent in the jeep, both of us unsure what to say. The awkwardness that was between us earlier had come back, and I frantically tried to think of something, anything, to say in the hopes it would dissolve this unwanted tension between us.

"I didn't know your dad was under investigation for an impeachment," I finally said.

Stiles looked up from where he was fidgeting with his fingers.

"What? Oh, yeah, he is. And by Scott's dad too, so that doesn't really help the situation."

I nodded my head, opening my mouth before closing it, unable to think of anything else to say. There were a few minutes of silence before we both started to speak at the same time.

"So, about before-"

"About what happened earlier- "

We both laughed awkwardly.

"You go first," I told him.

Stiles nodded and his throat bobbed as he tried to find the right words.

"Well I- uh, I just wanted to say that- "

Stiles suddenly stopped talking, squinting his eyes at something in the distance. I followed his gaze and cursed as I saw Rafael walking out of his car.

"Oh hell," Stiles muttered and texted Scott, warning him that his dad was there.

I frowned, wishing that Rafael had never arrived and that Stiles had finished his sentence. Why couldn't one thing go right tonight?

"I'm so going to regret this," Stiles mumbled and started getting out of the jeep. "Stay here," he told me before leaving.

I ignored him, of course, and quickly hopped out of the jeep before running to catch up with him.

Stiles shook his head before running in front of Rafael and trying to distract him.

"Hey, hey! Wow! Thank God you are here," Stiles said, rambling. "Oh, boy. Thank the lord."

I finally caught up with him and stood next to Stiles, fidgeting with my hands as I stood before Rafael's judgmental stare.

Stiles noticed and quickly took my hand in his, causing my stomach to do somersaults.

"What do you guys want?" Rafael sighed, already tired of us.

"Oh, jeez," Stiles said, trying to think of something to say. "We were, uh, we were just, we were-"

"We were thinking about the case and we have a theory," I piped up.

Stiles nodded vigorously.

"Yes! Yes! We have a theory. We were thinking we should...clue you in...on our thinking," Stiles said. "So, here's our thinking. We were thinking this... uh, Y/n, why don't you tell him? I can tell you want to."

I wanted to gape at Stiles and his utter betrayal. How could he do this to me? Instead, I gritted my teeth and nodded.

"Of course," I hissed, sending a glare Stiles way. "Uh, well... Barrow! He- he received the information to kill Kira at the school, right?" Rafael nodded and I quickly continued, "well, um, I- we, were thinking that the person who gave him that information- ready to have your mind blown? -might actually be someone... at the school. Right Stiles?" I asked.

"Right, yes, correct," Stiles said while nodding his head.

Rafael stared at us for a moment before answering.

"Well, you're right," he said.

"We are?" I asked incredulously.

Rafael nodded his head.

"Yep. We started looking for links between Barrow, faculty, and students last night."

How could we be right? I literally just made that whole idea up in my head. Maybe I should become a detective when I'm older.

"Well, I was the one who actually came up with the idea," Stiles said, taking my credit. "Y/n was just there for moral support."

This time I did gape at him. Even worse, I took my hand out of his just so I could elbow him in the side.

"Actually, Stiles, your dad was the one who thought of it," Rafael said, leaning around Stiles so he could open up the door. "His one useful suggestion."

I narrowed my eyes at him. What was that supposed to mean?

Stiles suddenly moved in front of Rafael again, blocking his way in.

"You know, this attitude that you have towards my dad?" Stiles asked, his voice going dangerously low. "You can dress it up to all the professional disapproval that you want, but I know the real reason you don't like him."

McCall chuckled softly.

"Is that so?"

"Yeah," Stiles said, not deterred in the slightest. "Because he knows something that you don't want him to know."

I had no idea what was going on. I didn't know what Stiles was talking about and I didn't know why it seemed to have such a large effect on Rafael.

"And guess what? I know it too," Stiles finished.

With those four words, Rafael's expression soured completely and he was no longer in the mood to listen to us.

"Go home, both of you. There's a curfew." With that, Rafael opened the door and walked past us, closing it behind him.

Stiles started walking away and I quickened my pace so I could walk next to him.

"What was that about?" I asked him.

"I don't want to talk about it," Stiles muttered.

I stayed silent and instead grabbed his hand, squeezing it lightly so he knew I was there.

We leant against the jeep in silence for about 2 minutes, still holding hands, when Kira and Scott came rushing out.

"We did it. We deleted all the pics," Scott said breathlessly.

"That was awesome!" Kira exclaimed, a large smile on her face, making me grin. Kira spotted my expression and quickly got rid of her smile, adding, "I mean, terrifying. Completely terrifying..." her smile came back, "but kind of awesome."

I grinned even more and Kira's gaze dropped to my hand that was intwined with Stiles, her smile turning into a teasing smirk.

I blushed and let go of Stiles hand, crossing my arms and glaring at my best friend. She only raised her eyebrows playfully in return.

"So, I guess I should take you home," Scott said to Kira, dimming the mood.

"And I should take you home," Stiles said to me.

I nodded my head and we both got into the jeep when we heard Scott say to Kira, "hey, you wouldn't want to go to a party, would you?"

Stiles and I looked at each other and grinned, ready for a night of fun.

A/N:

Some drama between Stiles and Y/n! Finally! 

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