â The Kiss â
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Stiles rested his head in the palm of his hand whilst ignoring his history lesson. His teacher's voice was a blur as he blocked out everything around him other than the thing he had his eyes on: Juno. He watched intently as she slowly wrapped her blonde ringlets around her index finger, letting the strand of hair drop before starting again. Her right hand was scribbling down the answers to all of the questions the teacher was allocating, knowing every answer due to her having experienced the history that the teacher was teaching them.
Their teacher had finally grown tired of their constant talking in class; Juno didn't need to pay attention in class due to her many years of schooling, and neither did Stiles since she could explain the content better than any teacher he had ever had. This lead them to never listen to their teachers and only socialise during class. Eventually, all teachers grew tired of their behaviour and they were separated to opposite sides of every class they had together. While it stopped them from talking, it didn't stop Stiles from being distracted by her.
His heart skipped a beat as Juno reached up to tighten the white ribbon used as a headband; the way her pale hands delicately held the silk between her fingers and gently tugged the material outwards had Stiles breathless. Often he found himself questioning why little things like fixing her headband or tying up the laces of her pink high top Converses gave him such an indescribable feeling, wondering how this girl could have such an affect on him.
It had been only a few weeks of knowing her, standing alongside her whenever they were together, talking to her at every opportunity he had, staring at her whenever she was in sight. Lydia was almost a stranger to him; the strawberry blonde never crossed his mind unless she spoke directly to him, never being in his thoughts.
Stiles came to the conclusion that he wasn't in love with Lydia Martin anymore, but had fallen for Juno Clarke instead.
However it wasn't a simple fall or a tumble; it was a crash, a crash faster than light. He crashed hard, and was now burning alive from the constant barrier that blocked him from admitting his feelings.
He knew that she could sense every one of his emotions, no matter how far away she knew when Stiles was angry, upset, anxious, or madly in love. He felt the tension between them when she could sense his butterflies, he felt that her flustered reactions were merely caused by his own and that they weren't her genuine feelings. In some cases, he was right; Juno would fight against her feelings, afraid to fall for someone that she would inevitably abandon.
Every time she stood by him, she fought the urge to want anything more than friendship. The sweet scent of his blood made it all the more difficult, as well as his red hoodie that she kept 'forgetting' to give back, despite her keeping it just so she could have his scent even when he wasn't around.
"Stilinski!" The teacher spat. Stiles was so stunned, his face slipped from his hand and ended up slamming into his desk. The class laughed, including Juno who covered her mouth as she laughed delicately, keeping her old fashioned habits. "Do I have to let the principal know to separate you and Miss Clarke from being in the same classes?" He snarled.
Stiles shook his head rapidly, eyes wide. "No sir! I was listening, I promise."
The teacher cocked up an eyebrow, not believing a word Stiles said. "Then tell me, what happened on Bastille day," the teacher asked, arrogance threaded in his tone. Stiles stuttered, searching for an answer but couldn't find one. The teacher sighed and turned his eyes back towards the textbook on his desk that he was deriving his information from. The teacher continued to lecture, although at one point, a chuckle escaped Juno's lips.
"Miss Clarke, how many times do I have to tell you to stop trying to correct history books?" He snapped, glaring at the blonde who continued twirling a lock of her hair around her finger. "You weren't there, therefore you can't keep trying to humiliate me in front of my class by saying I'm wrong."
For the past few weeks (particularly in history) Juno would often speak up in the middle of a lecture to tell her teacher that what he was saying was incorrect. Particularly, she would argue that she has a family of historians and therefore knows more about history than the textbook, meanwhile Stiles would have tears rolling down his face as he held back laughter, knowing well that Juno was correct because she was there in history.
"You can't actually believe that what happened on Bastille day was a revolt, especially since the entire movement is called the French Revolution," Juno said, rolling her eyes at her teacher. "Not to mention, the French were not just angry about high taxes; can you imagine living in a time where religion is forced upon you as compulsory tradition rather than a choice? Also Marie was a right git-"
"Miss Clarke, I won't tolerate you interrupting me and giving me a history lesson!" The teacher spat. Before the teacher could continue expressing his anger towards Juno, almost giving her detention, the bell sounded, and Juno was the first to bolt out of the room with her belongings. The teacher called out to Juno to return to the classroom, but she was already halfway down the hall.
Stiles followed; brushing past students as he chased after Juno to catch up with her. She stopped by Stiles' locker, waiting for him to get up to her. Stiles finally stopped in front of Juno, placing his hands on his knees as he took in a few deep breaths, choking out laughter as he did so.
"You've got to stop torturing Mr Lawrence like that," Stiles huffed, fumbling his fingers as he tried to unlock his locker. "I think you're slowly driving him towards insanity."
Juno shrugged, "it'll do us all a favour if he's out of the classroom and in a mental health center," she joked. "Besides, it gives me joy correcting history teachers."
"Well when it comes the time where we have to learn about the American Revolution I'll definitely need your expertise."
"I don't think I can really help you on that..." Juno muttered. "I don't really remember much from the American Revolution."
Stiles' jaw dropped. "What? How can you not remember one of the most pivotal moments in history!?"
"I'm over seven hundred years old Stiles," Juno said lowly, "do you really think I have seven hundred years of clear memories stored in my brain?" When Stiles nodded, Juno stifled a laugh. "Sometimes things just aren't as significant to me so I don't remember them. All I remember from the American Revolution was meeting this lovely writer in New York who was obsessed with writing-"
"You literally met Alexander Hamilton and didn't know!?" Stiles said in disbelief. Juno squinted up at the ceiling in thought.
"Clearly you don't need my help if you got that from such vague information," she teased. "Now that I think about it, I'm pretty sure Cyrus went to a ball in Winter with Alex and his other buddies..." Juno hummed. Stiles ran his fingers through his hair, tousling it slightly and messing it as he did while staring at Juno, not believing what he was hearing. Juno's heart fluttered and she quickly looked away. "I'm not sure; Cyrus was friends with many historically relevant people."
Stiles scoffed, "so you only really made an impression with good ol' Presley," he said with a snarky tone, a hint of jealousy laced in his words.
"Well after being caught as a Jewish sympathiser in World War Two, I realised that I should stop being so reserved," Juno snapped, not liking her first romance being mentioned in a hostile way. While she was not completely in love with Elvis Presley, Juno would still react negatively whenever he was mentioned; mainly due to their split being linked to her immortality as well as her fear of commitment clashing.
Stiles looked down in shame after he thought about what happened during that time. He immediately regretted bringing it up. "I didn't know-"
"There's a lot you don't know, Stiles," Juno sighed. She closed Stiles' locker for him, seeing that he had completely cleared it out with the books he needed for homework.
"I talk to you all the time, more than Scott at this point. I feel like I actually know you, and then you turn around and say stuff like that," Stiles argued. "I may not know everything that's happened to you in your seven hundred years of existence, but I do know the Juno Clarke that's become one of my best friends." Stiles readjusted his bag strap, and walked away from Juno. She stood in her spot, hugging her textbooks to her chest as she exhaled, watching him walk away.
Many things have happened to Juno, but she definitely was not a different person. Since her turning, she has always been a rock hard distant vampire on the outside, but the charming, humorous and kind woman that she was before her turning on the inside, only willing to open up to a very small list: Cyrus, and now Stiles. She knew that Stiles had a point that he did know her, but not as well as he may believe. He didn't know what were sensitive topics to her, what made her snap, what made her cry and so on; but every day he learned more and more and would know her better than the back of his hand in no time.
She sighed, leaving the building and heading towards Cyrus' car, slumping in the passenger seat. Staring straight ahead, a scowl formed on her face as she sensed Cyrus creeping through her thoughts.
-
"Where are you going," Cyrus lowly asked, not looking up from the DVD player that he was kneeling in front of, trying to make it work. "It's five in the morning."
"You know I leave the house in the dead of night, right?" She retorted, readjusting her backpack.
Cyrus sighed and nodded, repeatedly pressing buttons on the box before groaning again. "What are you doing trying to mess with technology that isn't medical?" Juno joked.
Cyrus glared at his sister, "Mariana told me about some film that I've never seen and said it was good, so I'm trying to watch it but this contraption clearly does not work," he sighed.
"Mariana?" Juno asked, her mouth forming into a teasing grin, "and who is Mariana?"
"Nurse at the hospital," Cyrus answered, rolling his eyes. "And don't get your hopes up; I think of her only as a friend-"
"Sure, Cy," Juno interrupted, her teasing grin growing wider.
Cyrus sighed again, "she's a lesbian, June." Juno's eyes widened, and her grin fell. Cyrus chuckled, "you need to stop interrupting me. I blame that freckle boy."
"Well that's who I'm going to see, to answer your question."
Cyrus scoffed, "I don't even know why I asked. I forget that he drops you off in the mornings now. Ask him how you work this thing when you get there."
"What's it called?"
"A DVD Player."
Juno raised and eyebrow. "A D-V-D player? Like, the letters?" When Cyrus nodded, Juno noted in her mind to ask Stiles about it. She bid her brother goodbye, then ran to Stiles' house. Once she arrived, she found her way to the side of Stiles' house where his room was. She went up to the window and tapped on the glass.
It had become a regular thing for Juno to sprint to Stiles' house in the mornings. After one day when he stumbled into class late, Juno's 'old lady-ness' as Stiles called it kicked in, and she began scolding him for missing out on precious class time. He would wonder why she worried about education when she had graduated so many times but Juno denied her care for education, insisting that she didn't want Stiles to mess his up. That's when, Stiles joked that Juno should wake him up each morning, but Juno took it literally and showed up in his bedroom the next morning. Since then, it became tradition.
As usual, Stiles did not budge. Instead, he laid sprawled across his bed, his mouth hanging open, and his hair a crazy mess. She rolled her eyes and opened the window herself. Dumping her bag through the window, Juno crawled through and then closed it again. She stood over Stiles' sleeping body with her hands on her hips. Glancing over at his alarm clock, she smirked, knowing that it would go off any moment. Taking a step back, she counted down until his clock turned to six.
The sound of Stiles' alarm blared through the room. Stiles sleepily lifted his arm up and slapped around his bedside table trying to turn it off. Juno giggled, pressing the off button for him. Stiles mumbled something incomprehensible and rubbed his eyes. He squinted, staring at Juno.
"Thanks," he mumbled. Stiles swung his legs over the side of the bed so he sat upright, leaned over slightly as he was still incredibly tired.
"Get up, I'll make you coffee," Juno ordered, making her way out of Stiles' room.
Stiles ran his fingers through his hair, "you're the best" he called out groggily as Juno left. She found her way into the kitchen and began preparing the coffee for Stiles. She leaned against the counter and tapped her fingernails rhythmically on the counter as she waited for Stiles to come.
She smiled softly as Stiles walked into the kitchen, ducking slightly as he walked through the arched entryway. He tiredly waved at her as he opened the fridge and grabbed a carton of milk and picked out a box of cereal from the cupboard. As Juno went to get a mug for Stiles, Stiles picked up the coffee pot and stared at it intently.
"What if I poured coffee in my cereal instead of milk?" He asked tiredly. Juno glided past him, taking the pot from his grasp as she did.
"What if you don't," she said, putting the carton of milk in his grasp instead. Stiles pouted at her childishly, mumbling incoherence under his breath as he poured milk into his bowl. She prepared his coffee how he liked and put it down on the dining room table for him. She sat on the opposite side, crossing her legs in her chair as she waited for Stiles to sit with her. He did so, muttering a 'thanks' once he noticed the coffee. Taking a sip, he let out a sigh of relief.
"I'm now alive," he announced, blinking his eyes multiple times and straightening his posture.
Juno covered her smile with her hand, "you say that every morning."
"And you laugh at it every morning," Stiles teased, shoveling cereal into his mouth. The two sat in comfortable silence, Juno ended up taking out her homework which caused Stiles to curse under his breath. She rolled her eyes, going to his room to retrieve his homework so she could do it for him. Sitting back down, the two heard footsteps that belonged to Stiles' father, but they kept working through the homework instead.
Sheriff Stilinski shuffled into the kitchen with eyes struggling to stay open.
"I made coffee," Juno announced. Stilinski nodded, muttering a thanks as he fixed himself up a cup.
"A true lifesaver you are, Juno. How are you?" He asked, taking a sip.
"Not too bad, you know I'm a more of a morning person than you two," she teased.
Stilinski chuckled as he sat down with his son and Juno at the dining table. "You got that right." Stiles eyed his dad, giving him a look telling him to go away. Stilinski rolled his eyes at his son being embarrassed by him. Standing up, he smacked Stiles' shoulder to get his attention. When Stiles scowled up at his father, his father glanced over to Juno then back at Stiles, winking at his son before leaving to his study. Stiles groaned before taking a large gulp of coffee, hoping Juno didn't see his father.
Juno cleared her throat to break the silence between them, "I'm sorry for snapping at you yesterday," she mumbled, tapping her nails on the wooden table.
"Don't apologise, I don't know a lot about you still-"
"No, my past doesn't necessarily define who I am," Juno interrupted. "You and Cyrus are the only two people alive who know me. Of course, Cyrus knows be a bit more, but that doesn't mean you don't know me at all," she explained. "I know it's no big deal but I just didn't want any hostility between us."
The corners of Stiles' mouth curved upwards as he drank his coffee. Stiles got up to take his dishes to the kitchen. Walking past, he gently ruffled Juno's hair playfully. She scowled at him as he left, but her frown faded when she felt warmth inside of her. She grinned and hid her face in her hands. Stiles, too couldn't hide the grin on his face as he rinsed his mug and bowl. He went to his room to change quickly, while Juno got up and wandered to the living room.
She found the rectangle that looked like the DVD player that Cyrus tried to work. Kneeling in front of it, she narrowed her eyes as she examined it. She ran her fingers along the buttons she didn't recognising. She pressed one, and a tray ejected from it, causing her to jump slightly. She picked up the disc from the tray and chuckled at the fact that it was Star Wars.
Stiles snickered, "what are you doing?"
"Cyrus didn't know how to work these things and clearly I can't either," Juno frowned, pushing the tray back in. Stiles knelt down next to her, leaning in close as he pointed at the various buttons and explained what each one did. He couldn't help but chuckle at her inability to fathom technology, continuously throwing her hands in the air and saying 'unless you know how to work a 15th century printing press you can stop laughing at me not knowing how to use a DVD player.'
When Stiles stopped explaining, Juno slowly looked over to him. Stiles looked right into Juno's eyes, his eyes diverting down to her pale lips, but quickly glancing back up. A shy smile formed on her face noticing his actions. Stiles let out a half laugh, his cheeks becoming flushed in seconds. Subconsciously, their faces were inching closer together, their eyes were beginning to flutter close as the gap between their lips began to close.
"I'm heading out now kiddo," Stilinski called out, making Stiles snap his attention towards the front door. His knuckles were white from how hard he clenched his fists out of anger. He nodded quickly, hating the sly smirk on his dad's face. "Make sure you two actually get to school," he joked. Juno tucked her blonde curls behind her ears, feeling awkward. Stiles waved his dad goodbye, mentally cursing him out as he left.
Stiles turned back to Juno. The two awkwardly laughed as Stiles held out his hand to help her up. Despite her not needing it, she took his hand just for the sake of holding it for a few moments. The two of them avoided eye contact as they went back to Stiles' room to get their backpacks. Stiles trailed behind Juno as they went towards his Jeep in silence. He sighed, staring at Juno's blonde ringlets bouncing slightly with each step she took. He quickly hurried in front of Juno to open the door for her; it was routine that she would visit in the mornings, and he would drive her to school, but he always had to act the gentleman.
Juno for some reason always never expected it. Perhaps, she just expected Stiles to cut the 'gentlemanly' act, but he never did. She rolled her eyes, chuckled and climbed into the passenger's seat. Stiles quickly made his way into the driver's seat, starting up the Jeep and heading towards school. His wrist was draped over the steering wheel; he never felt more comfortable driving with anyone else other than Juno since she rarely sparked intense conversation while in the car. Her eyes would wander; from the nature they would pass, to the small things Stiles leaves in his car, and eventually to the side of his face where she made sure to take in every small feature so he would be in her memories for eternity.
Her glances over to him never lasted more than a second. Often, they would make eye contact as Stiles was almost always glancing over at her. Roads weren't winding nor were they busy enough for this to be unsafe; but no matter how busy the road may have been he would still look at Juno, not caring if she were the last thing he saw before dying. The corners of his mouth curved upwards as Juno was looking at odd items in the glove box, finding things such as key chains, receipts, old concert tickets, and other miscellaneous items that Stiles had probably forgotten about.
"Eyes on the road, Stiles." She traced her fingers over the fuzzy lady bug keychain she found, "I can feel you staring at me."
"You like the keychain?" Stiles asked, ignoring her statement. "Didn't even know that was in there."
"It's cute I guess," she shrugged, spinning the key ring on her index finger.
"You can keep it," Stiles offered. "It suits you, Junebug."
Juno rolled her eyes trying not to retort at Stiles' hideous nickname, but the grin fighting to form on her face told Stiles that she didn't hate it. "You know that's your name in my phone right? With the lady bug emoji and everything."
"I know," Juno sighed, "I thought I told you not to call me that."
"Clearly you don't care," Stiles smirked, hinting at Juno's toothy smile on her face. She briefly frowned at him, but it quickly faded into a soft smile.
"If you start calling me that, then everyone else will. It'll be Junebug anarchy." Stiles chuckled at Juno's words, shaking his head as he disregarded her whining. He pulled up into the school parking lot and quickly darted out of the car and ran to Juno's side to open the door for her, keeping up with his gentleman facade. She playfully punched his shoulder which caused Stiles to mock intense pain. The two's banter caught the attention of the twins, Ethan and Aiden.
"Uh oh, guess there's a bit of trouble between Beacon Hills' hottest new couple," Aiden mocked. He swaggered over to the two with Ethan beside him, smirking at the two. Juno rolled her eyes at their comment, wanting to retort at them that her and Stiles were no more than friends, but she didn't want to waste her breath on the twins. "I'd get out while you can Stilinski, before the blood sucker tries to make you like her."
"Or gets angry and just decides to eat you," Ethan added. Juno didn't want to be bothered by their comments, she knew that they were only trying to get a reaction out of her and she wasn't going to give it to him. Despite her feeling somewhat hurt at the boys insinuating that she would 'eat' Stiles, she still persisted in not giving them a reaction, although without her knowledge, her eyes began to show glimpses of gold as she bottled her irritation. She simply shrugged and gently grabbed onto Stiles' forearm to lead him away, but he stayed put in his place.
Stiles was the one far angrier than Juno, despite the bickering not being pointed directly towards him. He scowled at the twins and stepped closer towards them threateningly, not caring if they were far stronger than he was physically.
"What are you gonna do Stilinski? You can't take even half of one of us," Ethan spat.
Stiles' breathing increased it's pace as his anger rose. Juno could feel the rage boiling inside her that strongly radiated off of Stiles. She gently tugged on his arm, trying to get Stiles to follow her but again, he stayed in his place. Stiles however couldn't find the right words to say to them. Insults were swimming through his brain, multiple ways to threaten him, all the things he wanted to say to them for having the nerve to be insulting towards Juno in front of him.
"Come on Stilinski, can't even defend your corpse for a girlfriend?" Aiden spat. He began to laugh, but his laughter was cut off by Stiles grabbing hold of him by his shirt collar and pinning him against his Jeep, muttering dark threats and profanities towards him, making Aiden too shocked to use his strength and get Stiles off of him. Juno tore Stiles off of Aiden, her hand firmly placed on his chest and the other wrapped tightly around his forearm to keep him from charging again.
Aiden glared his glowing red eyes at the two. Claws beginning to show, but slowly retracting as Ethan held him back and began muttering reassurances to him. Stiles' fists were clenching so tight his knuckles were white. Juno quickly ushered Stiles, away, heading into the building. She felt Stiles' anger still prevalent, feeling it begin to grow more intense as the seconds passed by.
"Stiles, it's not important," Juno tried, looking up into his amber eyes. He was busy glaring through the small windows on the large school doors, staring down the twins who were staying outside.
"How could you just let them say those sorts of things about you?" Stiles spat, his voice rising with every syllable. People turned their heads briefly as they brisked past them, but they didn't take a second look.
Juno awkwardly looked around at the people who would let their stares linger for more than a second. "It doesn't affect me-"
"You can't say it doesn't affect you when you were standing there with golden eyes as they taunted you," Stiles scoffed. Juno furrowed her brow, cursing under her breath for not being in fully in control like she thought she was. She shook the thought from her head and looked back up at Stiles apologetically.
"Just don't get into stupid fights against guys like that over me, I'm not worth it," she chuckled, rolling her eyes as she dismissed herself. Stiles wanted to pour his heart out and tell her that he was worth more than anything to him, but a tightness in his throat and chest prevented any words from leaving his lips. Juno thinned her lips in thought, feeling the pain that he felt in his chest in her own. She quickly got on her tiptoes so she could be able to drape her arms over Stile's neck; as she did so, she pulled him into a quick hug.
Juno didn't want to let it linger in fear she would become far too attached, but Stiles' arms tightened around Juno's body. She easily could pull away, but something in her didn't. Stiles pulled Juno's small figure tighter against his body, making his scent grow stronger, and making Juno feel completely dizzy. Stiles rested his jaw atop her head, closing his eyes as he held onto the moment. The school bell rang, but Stiles kept Juno tightly in his grasp. Juno gently pulled away, feeling the emptiness radiate off of Stiles as he completely let go of her.
"Trust me when I say it's not worth getting hurt for me, Stiles," Juno chuckled, patting his shoulder as she walked away from him to go to first period. Stiles huffed, watching her take her textbooks from her bag as she walked. He watched as Isaac jumped beside her: causing her to jump and grow into a fit of laughter at Isaac and whatever jokes he was telling.
Stiles adjusted his bag strap, feeling his heart sink at her words, and their close proximity being broken. He slumped into his desk for his first class of the day, still smelling her strong fragrance linger on his clothes. He couldn't believe that Juno would belittle her self worth, especially when he would do anything to make sure that she was happy.
-
Juno walked out of her class with her books tightly in her grasp. She felt her phone vibrate in her pocket and groaned, thinking it was possibly Stiles bugging her with having little to no classes with her today. She reached through her pocket and opened up her phone (with struggle) and felt her jaw hang open slightly as she read the message from Allison.
The past few weeks hadn't been all wonderful with Stiles; Juno was often consoling a frustrated Stiles when more and more things happened with the Darach and the pack of Alphas. Eventually, they found out that their English teacher: Jennifer Blake, was the Darach. Since then, she had taken Scott's mother, and was planning to take more people that fit the roles of guardians, philosophers, virgins, warriors, and healers. Already she had killed many, and was on to capturing more.
Stiles would often warn Juno that her brother could be a target as he fit into three categories, but Juno knew that Cyrus had faced an idiotic Darach before who thought they could kill him, but failed. They knew that Jennifer wouldn't be stupid enough to come for a thousand year old Vampire no matter how many categories he fit into.
Allison
She's taken my dad and Stiles' dad.
She has all three now.
Something in Juno instantly didn't feel right. She felt her chest begin to tighten, and her breathe starting to shorten. Her hands trembled, and she felt the sounds around her muffling as all she could hear was her rapid hyperventilating. It took her only a few seconds to realise that Stiles was experiencing a panic attack. Tears were welling in her eyes as she struggled to catch her breath and find Stiles. It became increasingly difficult to navigate him by scent as she could barely breathe, but she could still catch a hint of it. She kept close to the walls, holding her arm onto the painted bricks as she felt his scent get stronger and stronger.
Then all of a sudden it stopped.
Juno recollected herself and fixed her posture. She frowned, wondering why Stiles could have felt better so quickly, she felt that something wasn't right. Juno picked up her pace and ran towards his scent. She stopped outside one of the locker rooms, knowing that he was inside as she began feeling hazy from how strong the scent was at that moment. She shoved the heavy door open, Juno felt tightness in her chest that wasn't caused by Stiles' emotions, but what he had done.
He was sat on the ground, leaning against a locker, and Lydia was knelt in front of him with her lips connected to his. Juno felt her grip on the doorknob tightening, causing the metal to dent and mould to her hand. Without warning, tears were already running down Juno's face from what she saw, but for some reason her body was so frozen in shock that she couldn't get away. Stiles' eyes were open, and he gently pushed Lydia off of him seeing Juno staring at him with eyes as gold as her hair and her cheeks stained by her running tears.
Lydia turned around, quickly turning her gaze away from Juno, already feeling immense guilt as she knew her feelings for Stiles.
"Juno-" Stiles tried, but him saying her name just made Juno angrier. She slammed the door shut with all of her strength, causing it to bang so loud Lydia and Stiles had to cover their ears. The door ended up falling off of its hinges and crashing to the floor. Juno couldn't describe her emotions in that moment. Was she more devastated than angry? Was it jealousy? All she knew was that seeing Lydia kiss Stiles was something that made her anything but okay.
Stiles was sprinting after Juno and repeatedly calling out her name, but Juno didn't listen. Instead, she sprinted home once she was out of the building, while Stiles fell to his knees, and began to panic once again.
And Juno didn't feel any of it.
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This is so late I'm sorry! I'm so busy and have just started senior year, but I am still writing this story because I love it so much. I skipped over everything to do with the motel and everything with Lydia being a banshee because it wasn't going tho develop Stiles and Juno, plus you guys already know about all of that stuff anyway.
From this point, we have just the ritual, and we'll finally begin the Nogitsune plot which is where the juiciest stuff will happen.
Thank you so much for reading! Love you xx