TWO WEEKS AGO

Alisa stares at her boyfriend of four years, tears of rage in her eyes, "What was that phone call about?" She asks him, trying to play dumb to see if he'd tell the truth.

Stiles looks at her, "Oh, nothing important. Just Scott checking in." He lies. She shakes her head, "Bullshit. I heard what you were saying. Is this why you're packing? Just like that time in freshman year?"

The boy's eyes widen, "I—I can explain just let me tell—" He reaches out to put a hand on her shoulder but the Martinez girl flinches away. "Four years of lies and all you can say is let me explain?! I let you take my fucking virginity! And now I just found out fucking werewolves are real! A—and do you know how embarrassing it is to be lied to by someone you loved for all these years?!"

The brunette boy frowns, "Baby.. you don't understand, I—I was doing it to protect you. You don't understand, for three years in high school I dealt with supernatural. It destroys you, it takes away something you can never get back."

Alisa rolls her eyes, "Stiles I don't care! Not only have I been lied to by you, but every time I went to Beacon Hills with you to visit, your friends lied to me as well. Does your dad know?" He stays silent, "Wow." Her voice cracks, "So everyone but me huh?" Tears stream down her face.

Stiles just stands there, not knowing what to do other than hold her, which she obviously doesn't want right now. "I'm sorry A.. we can talk about this when I get back but I have to go. They need my help."

The tanned girl dryly chuckles, "Wow. So just like that? You're leaving. You know what, we're not talking when you get back because we're over. Find a new apartment, might as well take all your shit now."

The 22 year old shakes his head, "No baby.. just— cmon.." He trails off not knowing what else to say.

His girlfriend doesn't budge, "Goodbye Stiles. We could have been something great."

PRESENT

It had been two weeks since Stiles had packed all his things and left. Alisa was expecting at least a phone call that he was ok. But no, so here she was sitting here worried that he was out there risking his life for the people of Beacon Hills.

She would by lying if she said she didn't miss him, she spent 3 whole days crying to Amara about the breakup, of course she didn't tell Amara the real reason because she wasn't even sure she fully believed it herself.

But still, she missed him. His good morning kisses and his failed attempts at making breakfast. Late nights where he would be studying cases for his fancy FBI program, she'd sit there and help him, reading it out to him while he made notes.

And now he was gone, away in California, no contact for two weeks. She was worried. She wanted to see Stiles, as much as she despised him right now.

"I need to book a plane ticket for Beacon Hills please."

Alisa only planned to stay for a few days, see Stiles was doing good, and go. But this was Beacon Hills we're talking about, nothing ever goes as planned.

a/n- i don't really like this but.. oh whale🧍