Scrambling not to be choked by the unforgiving pressure yanking him by the neck, he trots nervously alongside Will and thinks, uselessly, of Scott. If only his best friend were here. Scott would…beat Will up! Maybe growl back, or something. Piss a circle around Stiles to mark his wolfy territory. Wow, actually, forget that last bit. Stiles is pretty sure he’d rather be murdered. Which is what is probably going to happen. Will is just radiating serial killer vibes right now. God, he never even got to kiss Lydia Martin. Life is so unfair.
“Oomph!” Smacking into the back of the closet, he instinctively throws his arms out to the sides and places them against the small confined walls. There’s a coat hanger stabbing him in the head, but he ignores it.
“Wh-what!?”
Seriously!? With a sudden scowl, he tries to open the door; it doesn’t even budge. He can see Will’s shadow leaking through the slit at the bottom, and stamps a foot on it like a child.
“Witches aren’t inhuman,” he snaps, tone brittle, “and I don’t get what your problem is, dude. If you have such a witch complex, what the hell are you doing at one of their parties, huh?”
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Scrambling not to be choked by the unforgiving pressure yanking him by the neck, he trots nervously alongside Will and thinks, uselessly, of Scott. If only his best friend were here. Scott would…beat Will up! Maybe growl back, or something. Piss a circle around Stiles to mark his wolfy territory. Wow, actually, forget that last bit. Stiles is pretty sure he’d rather be murdered. Which is what is probably going to happen. Will is just radiating serial killer vibes right now. God, he never even got to kiss Lydia Martin. Life is so unfair.
“Oomph!” Smacking into the back of the closet, he instinctively throws his arms out to the sides and places them against the small confined walls. There’s a coat hanger stabbing him in the head, but he ignores it.
“Wh-what!?”
Seriously!? With a sudden scowl, he tries to open the door; it doesn’t even budge. He can see Will’s shadow leaking through the slit at the bottom, and stamps a foot on it like a child.
“Witches aren’t inhuman,” he snaps, tone brittle, “and I don’t get what your problem is, dude. If you have such a witch complex, what the hell are you doing at one of their parties, huh?”