Chapter 7. Morning Argument

It was entirely too hot under the covers with Stiles' body emitting heat, I can literally feel myself sweating and it's gross. As I rolled over to see if Stiles was awake or not, I was met with his face nearly an inch away from mine, his hazel eyes shining brightly as he smiled at me.

"Jesus!" I gasped as I jolted away from him, but his grip on my body prevented me from moving very far.

He chuckled lightly, "G'morning to you as well."

"Sorry, you just scared me. Why were you watching me sleep?" I asked skeptically as I adjusted my head on the pillow.

He shrugged, "Because you're beautiful, and I like to look at beautiful things."

"It's too early in the morning for this," I laughed as I tried to fight the smile that was tugging on the corners of my lips.

"I don't think it is, I wouldn't mind starting off every morning like this." As soon as the words left his lips his eyes widened and I could feel the skin of his body heat up about ten more degree's. He sat up quickly and focused his eyes on the blanket awkwardly.

I sighed, "Stiles--"

"No it's fine, you don't-- you don't have to say anything. That was a bit, uh, much. Yeah." He rambled as he literally jumped out of the bed, "I have to go brush my teeth and pee." He muttered before walking out of the room. Yes, he had a toothbrush here. He also had a few articles of clothing as well. It's not weird.

And what he said really wasn't that weird either, he always does this-- wigs out before he even gives me a chance to formally respond to what he says. I don't know why he thinks that I'm going to feel put off or awkward by him talking about wanting to have a future with me. It's really not that outlandish of a concept, and if he would have waited a damn second I could have told him that I wouldn't have minded waking up every morning like that either.

With a sigh, I heaved myself out of bed and headed to my closet to get some clothes for the day. I settled on my knitted Batman jumper and a pair of skinny jeans with some converse. I pulled my hair up into a bun, that was the definition of a mess itself, and then applied my usual amount of make-up. Stiles had went to the main upstairs bathroom, so I quickly went to mine and brushed my teeth before walking back to my bedroom. By the time I got back, he was sitting on the edge of my bed, his knee bouncing up and down nervously.

"Hey, I'm all set for school..." I stated awkwardly as I grabbed my phone off of my nightstand.

He glanced at me and nodded, "Okay, yeah let's go."

"So, are we not going to talk about what just happened?" I asked in annoyance as I followed him down the stairs.

"I would prefer if we didn't, yes." He replied as he pulled the front door open for me, he stood beside it and offered me a small smile.

I clenched my jaw harshly as I snatched my bag off of the floor and stormed out of the house, this is another thing that he he does that pisses me off. He never wants to talk about things like this. He has no issues at all talking to me about watching porn or anything of that nature, but God forbid we discuss anything about our future.

As I climbed into the jeep, and might I add that I slammed the door shut for shits and giggles, Stiles was shaking his head from side to side. When he was seated and started the jeep, he let out a sigh, "Kasey--"

"No, it's fine Stiles. I'll just add it to the jar of endless talks about our future that you refuse to have." I snapped, my voice taking a tone that I hadn't intended for it to. I can't help it that I'm frustrated though. He's my boyfriend, and claims to love me more than anything-- so why can't he talk about a future with me? It just doesn't make any damn sense.

"Obviously it's not fine if you're acting like this," He muttered as he backed out of the driveway.

I scoffed, "Oh so now you have no problem talking to me? You are unbelievable."

"You have got to be kidding me, it wasn't even a big deal." He breathed out as he glanced at me, annoyance was lacing his words.

"So wanting to be with me isn't a big deal anymore? You know, you really make no damn sense sometimes." I retorted as I crossed my arms over my chest, this was going to be the longest ride to school in the history of long rides to school.

Stiles groaned, "Oh come on! Are you being serious right now? You are so over reacting."

"Okay. It totally makes sense how you could talk to Heather about having sex with her, but you haven't even brought it up with me once. Whatever, Stiles. I'm done talking about it." I stated as I kept my gaze focused on the passing cars on the street.

He let out an irritated huff as he took a harsh turn on to the freeway, "So now you're mad because of Heather? You know what, I'm not just gonna stop talking about it this time. You always do this, you always just throw a fit and then claim to not want to talk about it anymore. I'm not letting you get out of the jeep until we talk about this."

"What are you going to do? Lock me in?" I asked sarcastically.

His grip on the steering wheel tightened, "Kasey do not change the subject."

"I'm not the one avoiding the subject, Stiles! You are! Every time you make a comment hinting at a future with me, you freak out and get the hell out of dodge before I can even respond." I shouted, I can feel my blood pressure rising-- and I know that he is going to start yelling at me if I don't get my shit together and stop yelling myself.

"That's what you think I'm doing?" His tone quickly changed to one of confusion, and he was no longer paying attention to the road-- oh, that's because we are in the school parking lot, how did I miss that?

"I--I mean, yes. Because that's exactly what you do." I stammered, totally not prepared for his sudden change in demeanor. I wanted him to yell at me, not look confused and lost-- like a little puppy.

He sighed, "Kasey... I freak out because I'm just afraid."

"What could you possibly be that afraid of Stiles?" I asked bitterly.

"Maybe you realizing that you don't want to be with me for the rest of your life!" He snapped as he whipped his head to the side to face me. His eyes were bulged and his cheeks were flushed, he's angry.

I opened my mouth to respond but he cut me off, "No, let me finish. It's not that I have any doubt about being with you, I know that's what I want-- it's what I've wanted for almost eleven years now. The problem is, Kasey, that you are this amazing girl who could have any guy she wants, yet you chose me-- me of all people! I'm not going to apologize for being afraid to lose you."

This would be a great time for one of my witty comebacks to tumble out of me, but nothing is happening. I'm just sitting here, my eyes fixed on the dashboard-- because I'm too big of a chicken to actually look at him right now. I can hear his rapid breathing, and he had ran his hand through his hair anxiously before he gripped the steering wheel tightly once more. I really want to just jump out of the jeep right now, because this is not the type of discussion that I thought we would be having this morning.

"You see? This is why I never want to talk about a future with you. Right here is a perfect example. You're just sitting there, and I know exactly what you're thinking," He retorted with a sarcastic laugh.

"No you don't," I argued defensively as I dug my nails into the palm of my hand, I know that he knows exactly what I'm thinking about-- he isn't stupid. He knows me better than anyone.

Stiles scoffed as he shook his head from side to side, "You're thinking about how every marriage you've seen just falls apart, about how not a single person is able to stay with someone who they love. I'm not your dad, Kasey! I'm not going to leave you, ever. I don't know what else I can do to prove that to you."

"Stiles stop." I stated angrily, he knows how I feel about my dad. He knows that I can't stand him, and he also knows that just talking about him in general pisses me off. He didn't have to bring him up, sure that was exactly what I had been thinking-- but he didn't need to actually waste the oxygen in the jeep talking about him.

"No. We obviously need to talk about this," He huffed.

I rolled my eyes as I climbed out of the jeep, "Talk to yourself. Have a freaking awesome day, asshole." I snapped as I slammed the door shut and stormed away from the jeep. As I walked away, I could hear him shouting to himself and repeatedly hitting the steering wheel in frustration.

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To say I was pissed at Stiles would be the understatement of the year. I can't believe he actually not only 1.) had a sex talk with Heather and not me, but 2.) brought my dad up. I get that he didn't want to talk about a future with me-- because I'm emotionally jacked up when it comes to commitment and abandonment, but still. He could have said that, instead of just bolting out of the room.

My whole avoiding Stiles plan really backfired when I remembered that the entire lacrosse team had to take cross country this year. The only reason that I took cross country was so that I appeared to be active in school functions, and running wasn't that big of an issue for me anymore, due to how often I had to do it last year. I can avoid him during the run, there are at least thirty other people running, what are the odds that I won't be able to find another running buddy?

"Okay, remember to pace yourself people!" Finstock yelled as people began to line up at the starting point. I had my hair pulled up, which I don't do all that often, and had on a pair of black skin tight running pants-- apparently they work better with aerodynamics or something, oh and I was wearing a navy blue hoodie. My shoes were my favorite part of the entire outfit though, they were black, bright blue, and coral pink. They looked epic, and they were super comfortable.

"Kasey? I didn't know you were taking cross country?" Scott asked me as we positioned ourselves at the start.

I nodded, "Yup."

He wandered away from me and over towards Isaac, for some reason the twins were like giving him the stank eye-- and literally the second the whistle blew, the three of them took off running. I sighed to myself as I began to run alongside the group, and here comes some sort of drama. Scott bolted after them, leaving the class with zero werewolves running with them.

Stiles as around here somewhere, I'm afraid to actually look for him though. If I do see him, what will that do? It won't make me any less angry with him, but it will add to the awkwardness between us at the moment. I wonder if he's mad at me too? He has no reason to be, well-- maybe slamming his jeep door was a little harsh, but that's about the only thing that I did wrong.

"McCall! What do you not understand about pace yourself?!" I heard Finstock yell, and for a second I thought he had been talking about Scott-- but then I glanced around and realized that I was in the front of the group, like a good twenty or so feet in front of the group. Jeez. I'm in better shape than I had originally thought.

I'm not slowing down, I'm fine. They can all catch up at some point or another, but I can't stop. As I continued down the dirt path, and turned this totally sketchy turn that led me down towards a tree-- I did stop. Not because I was tired, or because I was trying to let the rest of the team catch up. No. I stopped because there was a dead body tied to aforementioned tree. His throat slashed, and what appeared to be a leather belt or something of that nature secured around his neck. It was a reflex to let out a scream. I couldn't help it.

The team obviously were interested as to why I would scream, so they all bolted towards me-- and by the time they got there, another three girls screamed. And that's when I saw Stiles, his eyes were wide as he glanced from the body to me-- but he didn't take any steps towards me. I tried to ignore the stinging in my chest, but it was useless.

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After the police arrived, I was still trying to avoid Stiles-- call me immature, I don't care. Although, I couldn't avoid his father-- Sheriff Stilinski had pulled me aside the second he got to the scene to ask me how I found the body and all of those other pointless questions. I literally had just ran into it, I wasn't searching or anything like that.

Needless to say it was a pointless ten minute conversation, and when Sheriff Stilinski sent me on my way-- he pushed me in the direction of his son, my brother, and Isaac. Shit. Scott had latched his hadn around my wrist as he tugged me away from the group, "Are you alright?" He questioned, I could easily pick up the sense of concern in his voice.

I nodded curtly, "Perfectly fine. It's not like I haven't seen a dead body before, Scott."

"Anyway, did you see the way the twins looked at it?" Isaac asked quickly.

Stiles was quick to question him, "What? Like they had no idea what happened?"

"No. They knew." Isaac stated as he kept his gaze on the two twins, they were standing about ten feet from the body-- eyeing it in a manner of suspicion. I don't think they did it.

I sighed, "The guy was strangled with a garrote. And look-- I know what a body that has been attacked by a werewolf looks like, and he most certainly was not attacked by any type of werewolf. Stiles and I can't be the only one's noticing the total lack of werewolf-atude in these murders."

"So what? You're saying it's just a coincidence? That all of a sudden they show up and all these people are dying, and they have nothing to do with it?" Isaac pressed, he clearly had a vendetta out on these twins.

Stiles jumped to my defense, "No. We're not saying it's a coincidence, but we don't think it's them."

Isaac then turned his questioning gaze to my brother, "Scott? What about you? What do you think?"

It was a total reflection as to why Stiles and I are dating in the first place as we both crossed our arms over our chests and stared at my brother. Even though I'm pissed at him, he does know what's going on-- as I've said many times, Stiles isn't stupid. Scott glanced at Stiles and myself before looking at Isaac and then locking his gaze with mine, "I don't know yet."

I scoffed, "You don't know yet?"

"He has a point. I mean, seriously dude... human sacrifices?" Scott directed his question at my boyfriend.

Stiles reeled back as he gawked at my brother, "Scott, your eyes turn into yellow glow sticks, hair literally grows out of your cheeks and will then disappear, and if I were to stab you right now it would magically heal. But you're telling me you're having issues grasping the concept of human sacrifices?"

Scott exhaled as he glanced at Isaac, "That's a good point too."

"I don't care. They killed that kid. They killed that girl that saved me. So now, I'm going to kill them too." Isaac declared as he stormed away from us.

I sighed, "Yeah that seems like a fool proof plan. Let me know how that works out!" I called to Isaac as I turned on my heel and walked away from Stiles and Scott.

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So for those of you who wanted it so badly, here is finally some Stasey drama. Anyway, why do so many of you want her and Stiles to break up? I can't do that to them-- they wouldn't be able to date another person, they love each other too much! xx

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