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Apocalypse Rising, Book One: From Ashes
Max Travers, The Watcher + [ one song: “World Away” - Tonight Alive ]
My life is what I make it I choose to rise and take it
From Ashes | Chapter Update!
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Chapter Fifty: Elegy
"Wait."
"What now?" she asked.
Maybe he was making things up in his head. Maybe he was reaching for something that didn't exist, but the day was waning and Stiles was not known for keeping his feelings to himself. If there was any chance he was right and what he was hoping for was actually there, he'd take it in a heartbeat. "Are you jealous?"
"Am I what?" Her voice was slightly louder and incredulous.
"Jealous!" he repeated, also louder. "You've heard of the emotion?"
"Jealous of who? You?" she sputtered, her whole body nearly turned in his direction. "I don't actually have a crush on Lydia. And I'm not jealous of anyone."
It wasn't a complete omission. It was a caged animal response. The more she spoke, the more he wanted to push. He'd finally made it to the end of the path and stopped where he typically did. He threw the transmission into park, took off his seat belt, and turned to her the same way she was turned to him. "Which leads me to something else."
Her eyes grew wide, horror struck. "Stiles, whatever you're about to say-"
"Is absolutely important. Thanks for saying that, Mads. I completely agree." He folded his arms and his eyes zeroed in on her, analyzing her reactions the same way he used to - with a massive amount of suspicion. "It's just that...you never brought up this stuff. Never. And as the closest thing you have to a best friend - no, I did not forget that - you'd think I merit some quality girl talk."
Her horror split into laughter as she covered her mouth. "...Girl talk?"
"C'mon, this is what best friends do! Did Johnny not ask you to the Sock Hop?" he asked with feigned sympathy. She laughed harder and it was the cutest thing he ever saw. "I am an expert at this! Stop laughing!"
"This is so dumb!" she said, catching her breath.
"Well, you know all about me liking Lydia," he said and felt weird saying it to her, despite having told anyone who would listen for years. He tried his best to keep it casual, friendly. He wanted answers but he also wanted her to keep smiling at him more. "So, say something. Any former boyfriends? Crushes? Current crushes?"