Post by Ayame Moon on Sept 8, 2014 19:51:13 GMT
A groan escaped Ayame’s lips as she walked down the street of Stiles’ house. Not only had the school day been extremely weird, but also she had gotten pretty much her butt kicked at work. She had bruises forming on her ribs and despite wearing headgear, she had a bruise growing on the side of her face. While it wasn’t tender to the touch or anything like that, it looked awful. It looked as though she had had the tar hit out of her, but she hadn’t. Her skin just seemed to bruise quite easily during the fight with that new guy, Mikhal or whatever his name was. It had been a fun fight, a fight that she pretty wanted and needed. She didn’t like being the best all the time and this guy had provided her with a challenge. Although, she had a feeling Stiles was going to flip like a coin when he saw her, but she digressed. She’d do her best to explain things before he explained to her what happened at school.
The substitute teacher at Beacon Hills was a strange one. He had made Ayame uncomfortable the moment that he had approached her and Lydia, placing his hands on their shoulders. His hand had lingered on hers which made her feel more than a little awkward. Stiles, of course, had missed that part, but the substitute, Mr. Juarez or something like that had asked for Lydia and Stiles to stay after class, after Lydia wrote something odd on the board, that she couldn’t quite figure out. Ayame, of course, knew better than to ask questions, well, until Stiles slipped her his phone after class ended and she went to wait in the hallway for him and Lydia to get out of the classroom. Once outside, she had looked at the phone and found a message from Stiles. Using his phone, she called this Peter fellow and told him what Stiles wanted her to say. Peter had told her get out of there and that Stiles would text her later.
Stiles did text Ayame later. She had gone home and gotten her homework done and was on the way to work when she got a text from Stiles about meeting him at his place later that night. Ayame told him she would after work and headed in, which was where she met that Mikhal fellow. She fought with him and now here she was, walking up the front steps of Stiles’ home and knocking on his door, waiting for him to answer so that he could explain to her what on earth had gone on. She wanted to know, badly, but at the same time was worried about what would be said. After all, that substitute was one creepy fricken guy and the last thing Ayame needed to hear was how he had creeped extra hard on Stiles and Lydia, but she kept her thoughts to herself and instead, focused on the fact that Stiles was taking forever to open his door.
Tag; Stiles Stilinski
Words; 506
Notes; Hope this is an okay starter.
