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*EDITED 29/09/21*
|Chapter 5|
We were now on our way home and we were trying to figure out why the mystery girl was buried with wolfsbane. I was searching and nothing about werewolves being buried in wolfsbane. This was useless.
“I can’t find anything about wolfsbane being used for burial.” Scott reads my mind.
“Same here.” I say rolling my eyes and throwing my hands up allowing my phone to just drop onto my thighs.
“Just keep looking. Maybe it’s like a ritual or something, like they bury you as a wolf. Or maybe it’s like a special skill, you know? Like something you have to learn.” Stiles says. He is so into this I am not even kidding.
“I can’t imagine werewolves doing rituals. Unless their rituals is killing people for a whole day in a special month. Like a werewolf pride month or something.” I laugh and I feel Scott roll his eyes next to me.
“Stiles, I will put it on my to-do list and Dayton I don’t think the hunters or Allison’s father would be to pleased with a werewolf pride month.” He says and I nod.
“They’re Werephobic.” I say softly.
“I need to figure out how the hell I am playing this game tonight.” Scott says and I realise I have got a dinner before the game with my dad.
“I have a dinner with my dad before it so please don’t do anything gory or walking dead-y, otherwise I am going to puke all the food in your face.” I smile and he somewhat smiles back.
“Maybe it’s different for a girl werewolf.”
“Maybe.” I say.
“Okay. Stop it!” Scott says from beside me.
“Stop what?” Stiles asks the werewolf.
“Stop saying ‘werewolves’! Stop enjoying this so much!” Scott looks very angry. Before this he seemed like he wanted to eat muffins and now he seems like he wants to throw them at people. Zero to a hundred real quick.
“Are you okay?” I ask and touch his shoulder.
“No, I am not. I am far from being okay.” Scott snaps at me as I quickly remove my hand and I look at him worriedly.
“You know, you’re gonna have to accept this, Scott, sooner or later.” Stiles says.
“Stiles, perhaps this is not the time for this mate.” I say as I look at Scott worried about what he might do next, his eyes look shiny.
“I can’t.” Scott says. What is he on about?
“We’ll you’re going to have to.” Stiles says keeping his eyes on the road.
“Stiles!”
“No! I can’t breathe.” He says before he starts screaming making me jump slightly. Not going to lie, that caught me off guard.
“Why? What’s happening?” Stiles asks.
“What is going on? Scott?” I ask and touch his arm while he flinches away. “Do you need your inhaler?” I look into a bag and open it to see the flower we saw earlier. Wolfsbane.
“You actually kept it?” I ask and both Scott and Stiles look at what I have in my hands.
“What was I supposed to do with it?” He asks me and I groan. You had one job, Stilinski.
“Stop the car!” Scott shouts.
Stiles parks the car and quickly gets out of the car, grabbing the wolfsbane from my hands and throwing it out into the wilderness. Which might also have some werewolves. So if that’s the case RIP.
My mind is interrupted by Scott who gets out of the car.
“Scott.” I try to go after him but it was too late.
“Okay – we are good. You can – Scott? Where did he go?” Stiles asked me.
“I don’t – I don’t know he’s just gone.” I say before getting back in the jeep. “You should call the police.” I say and he looks at me questioningly. “See if there is some kind of dispatch going around involving a werewolf.” I say and he nods licking his bottom lip seductively. Not the time, Dayton.
//
“Stiles and Dayton? Wha- you know you can’t call the dispatch line when I’m on duty.” The lady says. I smirk as I imagined possible words that were about to come out of her mouth before she changed formalities.
“We just wanted to know if you’ve gotten any odd calls.” I say trying to take it slow.
“Odd how?”
“Uh like an odd person or – a dog – like individual roaming the streets.” Stiles says and I slap my own face. This is not good.
“Im hanging up now.” She says.
“No!” I exclaim loudly.
“Wai – wai – wait!” Stiles shouts at his phone.
“Good bye!” She hangs up the phone.
I slap Stiles on the back of his head.
“Idiot! Dog like individual roaming the streets? Really?” I asks and looks at me with a shocked expression.
“Yeah, I would love to see you try mister Barnett.” He says and I roll my eyes. “I do all the work and I get jumped at for some reason.” He says and I turn the other way. I’m hurt.
“I’m Sorr-” Stiles says starting his apology.
“Pull over.” I say keeping my eyes on the window.
“Dayt-” He starts but I cut him off.
“Just pull over, Stiles please.” I say and he groans before pulling over.
I grab my bag and get out of the car and pulling him a middle finger.
“Jerk, Asswipe, Twat, Wanker, Ugh.” I mumble tears threatening to fall but I am able to keep it cool.
I am walking home because I can’t stand to look at Stiles’ face. I know it was heat of the moment and tomorrow I am probably going to forgive him because I can’t really live without seeing his face for a whole day or hearing his voice.
I finally get home and start dressing up for the dinner. I pick something casual which is also what my dad is going for.
I’m still really pissed at what happened but it can’t ruin my – the rest of my day.
I was now ready. I take a second look at the mirror and fix my hair.
“Ready, son?” I hear my dad ask from the door.
“Yeah.” I say with a smile before following him to his car.
//
“What would you like?” This handsome waiter asks us. He keeps looking at me but I am looking at him back as he sends a wink my way. Hope my dad didn’t get that. Also ew.
My father orders his usual, mixed grill.
“Uhm I would like a steak, please.” I say.
“How would you like it done?” he asks and I can’t help but widen my eyes. Why is my mind so dirty? I really need to go church sometime.
“Uhm – W – Well done.” I say quiet but enough so that he could still hear as I try not to make eye contact. He is quite hot, now that I think about it, but not as hot as – Stiles. I say as I mentally slap myself for bringing him up.
Do I have a heartbreak wish?
“Sure.” He says and goes back to the kitchen to order the food.
“Are you okay Ken?” My Dad asks. He calls me more of ‘Ken’ as its my second name and also because he choose this name and ‘Dayton’ makes him remember my mother. I guess it helps in his own way.
“Uhm – Yeah.” I say turning to him. “Why wouldn’t I be.” I say before taking a sip of my coke.
We make some casual conversation about work, school, colleagues and friends.
“Got any girlfriend yet? The question comes and I am so nervous that I almost choke on my coke.
“Uhm – Nope, not yet.” I say.
“Oh well – You got plenty of time.” He says and I nod trying not to make eye contact.
I wish I could just tell him that I was gay and get this over with but the fear that he would treat me differently or look at me differently or even love me.
The food finally arrives and the waiter decides to let out a paper as he is placing my plate in front of me. I look at it discretely and I see his digits. I roll my eyes and put it in my back pocket.
I found out his name is Kyle though.
I start eating my food and me and my dad continue to make small conversations.
“How’s are the therapy sessions going?” I ask, me and my father are quite open when it comes to his therapy sessions.
“It’s going quite well, Dr Salvo is really amazing at what he does and he makes me look at things differently.” he says with a smile and I nod. “I believe everyone should definitely go therapy – even if they don’t go through – any – uh – traumatic experience or – but just to really have someone to talk to and who gives real and professional advise.”
“I agree, dad.” I say and take yet another sip of my coke. “I probably need it – now that I come to think of it.” I smile to myself as I look down at my almost fully eaten Steak. Which was delicious.
“You can talk to me about anything, Ken.” My father places his hand on top of mine and for a moment I felt my eyes watering. “I mean it.” I smile and nod while breaking eye contact.
We continued eating our food and after that we had quite a lot of silent moments where my dad was forced to bring something up like the latest sports news or school.
//
I got to the pitch a little late with earphone in my ears listening to ‘Blank space’ by Taylor Swift. Gay, I am.
I sit down with Stiles yet keeping a distance between us, a big enough distance for him to know that he fucked up. Scott was already in the field ready to start. I really hope he can make out of this alive as well as all the people present here today.
“Hey kid, Hey Dayton.” I hear and see Sheriff Stilinski sitting between us and I greet him.
“Hey.” I hear Stiles mumble and he looks at me with an ‘I’m-sorry’ look. Yes, you better be.
“So do you guys think we will see any action tonight?” Sheriff asks.
“Maybe.” Me and Stiles say at the same time and I try not to make eye contact yet I look down to try and cover my half smile. It was freezing cold.
I look back at the crowd and see Lydia and Allison in the crowd with a sign that says ‘We luv u Jackson’. Gag.
Allison looks like she wants to shoot her self and since Scott already noticed the act he looks like he is about to rip Jackson’s head off.
I feel scared for Jackson.
“Brutal.” I hear Stiles mumble as he is looking at the same thing.
I see Jackson, Danny, Adam and some other lacrosse players group together and planning something. Whatever it is, it is not good.
//
Somehow the ball was passed to Scott from the other team and damn. Whatever Scott is doing is great for the team.
“Did the opposite team just deliberately pass us the ball?” Coach asks us.
“I believe so coach.” Stiles says.
Tell me about persuasion, these werewolf skills are coming in quite handy come to think of it.
Scott gets the ball and he is about to shoot. He is obviously really nervous.
“Come on Scott. We have faith in you.” I mumble hoping that somehow Scott was able to listen to me with his intensive hearing.
He shoots and scores and I jump up.
“Oh yes! Oh my god!” I hear Stiles say.
“Yes!” I say and turn to Stiles ready to celebrate with him and he is also staring at me. Then I remember that I was mad at him and turn away. Still excited for my best friend. I’m not giving in, not this time.
I go up to Scott, hugging him and congratulating him.
I turn around and look at Stiles and he is looking like a sad puppy next to his dad and suddenly something pains me in my stomach.
I turn around and walk my way to my dad who was on the benches.
“Scott did a great job down there.” He says and I nod. “Yeah, he really did.”
We decide to go home. I can’t wait to just fall in bed and fall in a sleep that I hope will bring me a dream where I can be happy and live in for a moment.
Ugh.
Sorry for the short chapter but the first 2 chapters are done and I can’t wait for the next episodes which are going to be SICK!
Vote, comment and share. Ttyl <3
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