You, Scott, Allison, Lydia, Jackson, and, to your disappointment, Stiles, had left late at night to go to the school trying to figure out what was going on in town.

You had never liked Stiles; his sarcastic comments were making your head explode. Stiles didn’t like you either, which he made very obvious with his comments.

Allison is holding Scott’s hand, and Lydia is holding Jackson’s. You and Stiles are just.. there.

After a while of feeling absolutely freaked out and extremely anxious, you grab hold of Stiles hand, startling him.

“H- Huh?!”

“Not a word.” You snap back, continuing to follow the rest of the group while holding onto Stiles’ hand tightly.