Bisexual ↣ Stiles Stilinski

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"But that's the thing! I was bit! I swear to God I was bit," Scott says quickly, trying to get me to believe him. But how can I believe him if there's no proof? I mean, no, I don't not believe him, but this all seems pretty sketchy. "Please believe me," he pleads and I have to look away from his deep brown eyes or I'm sure I'll cave.

What? He is basically a puppy, and who can say no to puppies?

After a few seconds of standing in an awkward silence, I sigh heavily. "Fine! Okay, I believe you, but this whole thing is really weird," I give in, finally looking at Scott. He has a big smile on his face, but not as big as the one he had earlier at practice. "Just, go feed the cats and I'll put this crap away," I tell him and motion towards the unused supplies that are laid out on the bathroom counter.

Scott nods in acceptance before flashing one more smile and leaving me alone in the bathroom. I shake my head and scoop the supplies into my arms. On the way out of the bathroom, I flip the switch with my elbow which results in the bathroom going dark.

When all the supplies are in their correct home, I jump up onto the counter and sit down with my legs dangling in the air. I close my eyes and rest my head against the cupboard, but my oh-so wonderful silence is interrupted by the loud hissing and clashing metal that is coming from the cat clinic. I jump off of the counter quickly and rush out into the hallway, but Scott runs into me and I let out a high pitched squeal.

"What the hell were you doing to those cats?" I ask Scott loudly, and I point at him accusingly. He puts his hands up in surrender and he shakes his head.

"Noth—" Scott is cut off by a loud banging. We both look towards the front door, and my eyes widen as Allison comes into view. She looks like she's crying and she keeps looking behind her at a car.

Once I realize that just standing here in shock isn't going to help Allison, I rush forward and unlock the door. I pull her into the building and out of the raining weather, sobs falling past Allison's thin lips. She runs her hand through her dripping wet hair, and looks at me and Scott with puffy eyes.

"What happened? Are you okay?" I ask her, looking over her slim body to see if there are any injuries on her pale skin.

"No, I mean yes I'm okay. But, I didn't see it. I took my eyes off the road for, like, two seconds to change the song on my iPod, and then this dog, it just came out of nowhere!" Allison explains quickly, some of her words quieted by the sobs that are escaping her lips. My eyes go wide as I realize that a dog is outside somewhere in the raining weather, hurt and suffering. I swallow the painful lump that is rudely sitting in the back of my throat and I look back at Allison. We have to find out where that dog is.

"It's alright, it's alright," Scott calms Allison, his voice soothing. I take a deep breath and close my eyes briefly, my heart rate slowly going back to normal. It literally felt like my heart was going to jump out of my throat.

"Do you remember where it happened so we can send Animal Control to find it?" He asks with a small reassuring smile on his face. I sigh. I'm glad that he's thinking the same thing I am.

"No!" She shouts which causes my stomach to drop in fear. "I mean, yes, I know where I hit it, but the dog is —"

"Tell me where it is," I cut her off rudely, a small frown on my lips. She really needs to get over herself and tell us where the damn dog is.

"Where is it?" Scott asks her again, but more kindly than how I did it. He sends me a small glare before looking back at Allison.

"It's in my car."

I look at her in disbelief. "You put it in your car?" I ask. I'm actually kind of surprised that she would do that. She doesn't seem like that kind of girl.