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"Please stop hovering" Lydia snaps at the were coyote that is currently staring over her shoulder like a scary helicopter parent.

"Mal, let her breathe, will you?" I warn the girl from my seat on the table, not looking up from my magazine.

"I'm not hovering. I'm waiting!" Malia argues, bouncing on her ankles like she's on speed or something "Draw something. Write something. We need to know who else is on that list"

"You mean you need to know if you're on the list" Lydia retorts in irritation.

"If someone's coming to take my head off... then, yeah, I'd like to know" Malia admits to the obvious.

"Honestly, I'm a little hurt my name wasn't on it" I hum thoughtfully as I check the article on the page to see what flavour of cake I am.

"You want to be on a shit ton of supernatural assassins' hit lists?" Malia questions me in confusion.

"No, I just wanna know how much I'm worth" I shrug nonchalantly "It better be more than Scott so I can rub it in his face"

"Can you please just sit down. You're making me nervous" Lydia snaps at Malia before looking at me "You have serious issues"

"Don't we all, babe?" I grin at her and she rolls her eyes, looking back to Malia who still hasn't moved.

"Sorry" Malia whispers, sitting down on the chair next to me and opening her textbook defeatedly.

I pat the brunette's head sympathetically and she huffs quietly, flicking through the book. My phone buzzes and I slip it out my pocket to check the message.

dork :)
I need you

pretty girl x
what can I do for you?

dork :)
mr renfield's office
now
please?

pretty girl x
omw

I let out a bored sounding huff and both girls look at me, Lydia seeming more annoyed while Malia looks at me curiously.

"I'm gonna head out. See you guys later?" I chirp, hopping off the table.

"Later" Lydia waves me off, turning back to her easel.

"See you later" Malia frowns and I almost feel a little bad for leaving, but she needs to get over her attachment issues sooner rather than later.

I exit the art room and take the stairs two steps at a time, practically skipping all the way to the biology teacher's office. Without much thought I push the door open and I'm met with a stressed out looking Stiles who practically pounces on me.

His lips collide with mine in a heated kiss and I gasp in surprise, my hands reaching up to grab his face as he grips onto my hips. I hear the click of the door behind me locking and Stiles' lips trail down my jaw, making me sigh in content.

"Hello to you too" I giggle when he nips my neck.

"Sorry for attacking you. I just really need this right now" Stiles murmurs, fisting my hair in his hand and tilting my face to look up at him, our noses brushing together.

"Attack me some more. I like this side of you" I smirk, running my thumb across his swollen bottom lip.

He doesn't need to be told twice before he dips his head down and captures my lips again, spinning us around and backing me up towards the desk. My ass hits the wooden table and Stiles immediately grabs my thighs, lifting me up onto the surface with ease.

"Who knew you were so hot under those comic tees?" I tease, my hand slipping under his shirt to trace his toned stomach and his breath stutters at my touch.

"I thought I was a dork?" He counters, one of his hands caressing the side of my face while the other travels up my thigh and under my skirt.

"Oh, you are. You're the biggest dork I've ever met" I assure him and he grins in amusement, his fingers grazing my panties.

"Oh, yeah?" He challenges, kicking my knees apart and pressing his fingers against the damp material, making me whimper "Is that right?"

"Mmhm" I moan as he circles my clit and his hand on my face falls to my throat, gently squeezing it until my hips buck against his other hand.

"Words, baby" He warns me in a tone that soaks my underwear even further.

"Yeah, that's right" I pant out like a bitch in heat "But turns out I find dorks really attractive"

Stiles smirks at me triumphantly before pushing my underwear to the side and sinking two fingers inside me, starting a steady pace of fucking me with them. My back arches and I cry out at the intrusion, causing him to press his lips to mine so we don't get caught.

"Can you try to stay quiet? There is something I really want to do" He mumbles against my lips and I nod quickly, not trusting myself to open my mouth.

His lips and hands leave my body, making me frown at the loss, but my eyes widen when he sinks onto his knees and pulls my legs over his shoulders.

"Is this okay?" He asks me, licking his lips with a hungry look in his eyes.

"Yes, please" I practically beg and he grins wickedly.

Suddenly his mouth is on me and his hands are grabbing my thighs, my eyes almost rolling to the back of my head at the feeling. I fall back onto my palms and try to balance on one so that I can bury the other in Stiles' hair, tugging at the strands as he laps at my clit like he's a starved man.

One of his hands leaves my thigh and his fingers find their place back inside me, pushing in and out in a rhythm that drives me crazy. As if to test it out, he curls his fingers inside me and I can't help the gasp that escapes my lips.

"Do that again" I demand shakily and he complies, curling his fingers as he groans around my clit "Oh, my God"

My thighs clamp around his head and although he's got the strength to pry them open, he just lets me suffocate him between my legs. A whiney moan allows me know that he's enjoying himself far too much to care about breathing right now and selfishly, I don't argue with him.

"Stiles!" I cry out before I can stop myself, stars exploding behind my eyelids and my body trembling as my orgasm hits me.

My back hits the hard surface and I'm left panting, boneless from the pleasure still zapping around in my body. Like an angel sent from heaven, Stiles' face appears above me and he smiles down at me in concern.

"You good, pretty girl?" He asks me and I lazily smile up at him.

"So good" I assure him and he chuckles, helping me sit up.

Stiles tucks my hair behind my ear and presses a chaste kiss to my lips that has me relaxing against him happily.

"Liam, wait! No, no, no, no, no. Liam!" I hear Mason screaming from the hallway and I'm immediately snapped out of my blissful daze.

"Shit" I curse, jumping off the table and fixing my clothes before I race to the door.

"Where are you going?" Stiles seems to snap from his own fantasy world, a confused frown on his face.

"Hide your hard on, please. Liam needs help" I rush out, darting out the door before he can reply and chasing the freshmen duo that are heading out the front door.

"Brett!" Liam calls out as he approaches the lacrosse players from the other school who are getting off their bus.

"Liam!" I call out but he doesn't hear me over all the commotion so I barge past passersby until I'm stood beside Mason.

"I just wanted to say... Have a good game" Liam grits out through a clenched jaw and holds out his hand politely.

The boys in front of him burst out into a round of laughter and rage bubbles up inside me, the urge to kill them all forces my hands into tight fists.

"That's cute, Liam. Is that what they told you to say in anger management? Apologise, and everything's fine?" Brett scoffs in disgust "You demolished Coach's car"

"I paid for it" Liam defends himself.

"Yeah, you're going to pay for it. We're gonna break you in half out there and it's gonna be all your fault" Brett threatens and I can't just stand by any longer.

"How about I break you in half instead?" I spit out, lunging to throttle the stupid boy and I'm restrained from behind by Stiles who has clearly caught up to me now "My anger management didn't go as well as Liam's and I'm not half as nice either"

"Oh, shit" My brother huffs out as he grabs Liam who looks just as pissed off as I am "Whoa, whoa, whoa! Let's go!"

"Hey, what's up, prep students? Welcome to our little public high school! How you doing?" Stiles lets go of me long enough to pass me to Scott before he holds his hand out to Brett who blanks him "That's a firm handshake you got there. Uh, we're very excited for the scrimmage tonight, uh, but let's keep it clean, all right? No rough stuff out there. All right, see you on the field!"

"Go!" Stiles orders to Scott, Liam and I.

I throw one last lethal glare at the other horrid boys before following mine towards the locker rooms. Liam is immediately thrown under a streaming shower of water by Scott and Stiles, both refusing to let me get near the growling beta who lets out a furious roar.

"Okay... you calm yet?" Stiles questions the younger boy and in response Liam releases another roar of anger.

My brother and Stiles share a look before nodding and shoving Liam back under the water until he start to calm down.

"Okay! Okay!" Liam chokes out as he starts to gain control of himself again.

The water is turned off and the boys let him go, Stiles moving to my side while Scott only backs up a few steps. The former gives me a scathing look that I can only imagine is him trying to scold me for trying to fist fight Brett and I flash him my searing pink irises.

"Do you need a shower too?" Stiles threatens lowly and my eyes fade to their usual chocolate brown, turning to face the other two in the room.

"That car you smashed... I thought you said that was your teacher's?" Scott questions Liam who is now sat on the ground, soaking wet with his knees pulled to his chest.

"He was also my coach. He benched me for the entire season" Liam explains and Stiles silently rubs my back, trying his best to soothe my erratic heartbeat.

"What did you do?" Scott demands.

"I got a couple of red cards..." Liam drawls nervously.

"Just a couple?" Stiles scoffs in disbelief and Scott crouches down to Liam's level with a sympathetic expression on his face.

"You gotta be honest with us. What else happened?" Scott pleads with the freshman.

"Nothing. I got kicked out of school. They sent me to a psychologist for an evaluation" Liam tells us honestly.

"What did the psych diagnose you with?" I wonder aloud, crossing my arms over my chest.

"Intermittent explosive disorder" Liam admits and I nod in understanding.

"I.E.D.? You're literally an I.E.D.? That's great. That's great" Stiles rants in pure disbelief before sarcastically smiling at my brother and giving him a thumbs up "You gave powers to a walking time bomb!"

"Don't be an asshole" I warn him with a shove and he runs his fingers through his hair that is still messy from me tugging on it.

"Did they give you anything for it?" Scott asks, distracting my mind from wandering to something it shouldn't.

"Risperdal. It's an antipsychotic" Liam tells him.

"Oh, this just gets better..." Stiles mutters but I ignore him.

"I was on Risperdal and I slept for months, like, I could barely function on that shit" I speak up and all three boys look at me "You're not actually taking it are you?"

"I'm not" Liam shakes his head in confirmation.

"Obviously!" Stiles comments.

"I can't play lacrosse on it, it makes me too tired" Liam says, his eyes on me as if he's sure I'm the only one that'll understand and I smile reassuringly.

"Okay. I think you should bail out of the game. Tell Coach your leg is still hurting" Scott suggests the idea and Liam immediately jumps to his feet in protest.

"No! No. I can do this" Liam objects "Especially if you're there"

"But Liam this isn't just about the game. We think whoever killed Demarco may have been on our team" Scott informs the younger boy.

"Who's Demarco?" Liam frowns in confusion.

"The one who brought the beer to the party? The guy who was beheaded, remember?" Stiles jogs his memory.

"We think the person who ordered the keg killed Demarco" Scott explains to him and Liam makes a strange face, as though he knows something he's not telling us.

"Liam? What, you know something?" Scott notices the look too, calling him out.

"I don't know who ordered the keg... But I know who paid for it" Liam reveals.