Aftermath ||closed||
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Stiles heaved a heavy sigh as he stared blankly at the vending machine in front of him, the promise of over-priced snacks just a glass window away. He wasn’t even hungry. Melissa had just somehow managed to pry him away from his dad’s side, promising she’d stay with him until he got back, and telling him to at least go and get something to drink. She fought tooth and nail against his legendary stubbornness before he finally gave in, backing out of the room in the slowest gait possible.
He pried his wallet from his back pocket, eventually deciding on Resses’ and was just pulling out the cash when he saw Scott walk down the hall. Pressing his lips together, he turned back to the vending machine, intent on ignoring him, even knowing Scott had probably already seen him.
