invisible string ━━ stiles stilinski ?

5| bar battle

"We need to go, now!" Juliette grabbed the weapons from Olivia's unconscious body, and clasped onto Stiles' hands as they ran to the parking lot.

Juliette twisted in her place to take a look on the car parked outside the bar, Olivia's car, and rushed to it. She dug the daggers into each of the car's tires, then kicked the car window until it broke. "She can't chase after us with a broken car."

    Hopping into the jeep, Stiles pressed his foot on the gas pedal and headed back to their house. He was, Juliette had just realised, in his blue pyjamas. "Okay, is this the appropriate time to ask who the fuck that was and why was she trying to kill you?"

    "You want to hear something funny?"

    "I'm not sure how to answer this."

    "I don't know who she is." Juliette admitted. "But I guess I can find out. How many Olivia's are there in Oakland?"

    Stiles glanced to her, catching her opened wound. "You need to get that checked up in the morning."

    "If morning means after school, sure." She nodded, searching for her phone. "I have to tutor someone today, I can't miss it for some small cut on my arm."

   He gaped at her, shocked. "Am I hearing this right? Someone just tried to kill you and you're more concerned about missing a tutoring lesson today?" When he parked the jeep upfront, Juliette instantly got out and walked into the house to avoid this particular conversation. "You can't keep doing that!"

    "Doing what, Stiles?" Juliette turned on her heel, dropping her jacket on the floor and crossing her arms at him.

     Stiles' hands rushed through his hair. "You can't keep thinking that it's okay for you to get hurt! Do you honestly think that no one will care? Do you honestly think that I won't care? I cried for three days when you broke your ankle in third grade, and you think I won't lose my mind if anything happened to you now?" He exclaimed.

     For a long lived moment, and for perhaps the first time in her life, Juliette couldn't think of anything to say. "What happened?" Malia asked, and they both turned their gaze to her, at the top of the stairs looking down at them in her oversized red shirt. Juliette gulped when she realised the red shirt belonged to Stiles.

"Someone tried to kill Juliette and we don't know why."

"Oh, I think know why." Juliette countered. "She said it was for a job. If i'm right, she came all the way to Beacon Hills to do this."

Malia walked down the stairs, standing next to the two. "So someone's paying them to kill you?"

"Or hurt me." She suggested. "Either way, she'll do it again. And I saw the way she holds and uses her daggers, she's done this before. I just can't exactly think of anyone who might want me dead."

Juliette stumbled in her place. "You need to sleep." Malia held her shoulders. "Have you been awake since last night?"

"I'm fine."

"No," Stiles shook his head. "You're not. Malia's right, you should sleep. We can sort everything out tomorrow, okay?"

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      AVOIDING HER OWN PROBLEMS to focus on other things was simpler than she thought. But the moment she finished tutoring Liam, everything came rushing back to her. All the worry she tried to postpone started to come back to her, so she went to the field to try and get her mine off everything. "Both of you!" Juliette groaned, pulling Scott and Stiles to the bleachers. "Did you ask Liam Dunbar if he was out in the woods on the night of a full moon?"