Teen Wolf Page #5

Oh, yeah. Hi, Boof. Sorry, I forgot.

Well, I have to go study my lines.

Kirk... Mr. Lolley... he's so demanding.

- Bye.

- Bye.

How's it going, Stiles?

The twins surely would have died

if they hadn't been saved by a... what?

- A miracle?

- Yes, I suppose.

But what form did this particular

miracle take? Scott Howard?

Very amusing Scott, but you are correct.

The infants were saved

and suckled by a wolf.

A she wolf. Wolf, wolf, wolf.

Wolfe!

Ahh!... tishoo.

Thomas Wolfe. Don't you people

read what I assign you?

"Look Homeward Angel".

Scott, it's a book. By Thomas Wolfe.

- Wolfe. Wolfe.

- Scott.

Come on, Scott.

It's a lot simpler than it look s.

OK.

Just try, Scott.

It's wet. You can't go in.

That's wet, too!

Don't change, don't change.

Stay calm, stay calm.

- Little far from you side, aren't you?

- No.

I mean, yes, sir, but the halls were wet.

- Let me see your hands.

- Sir.

Let me see your hands now.

You don't have a marker on you,

do you?

No. No, sir.

I've got my eyes on you

and if you ever get out of line...

Yeah, I gotta go.

- What are you doing?

- Big brother keeps an emergency stash.

I got to talk to you about something,

because it's making me nuts.

If it's that intense,

I'll need a solid buzz to think clearly.

Look, I wouldn't even mention it to you,

but I got to talk to someone.

If you're gonna tell me you're a fag,

I don't think I can handle it.

I'm not a fag.

I'm... a werewolf.

Where would that scumbag keep it?

Scott.

- Scottie?

- Stiles, it's me.

What do you think?

Can you do that any time you want?

I guess so. I mean, I just did.

But sometimes it happens

when I don't want it to.

What can I say?

You're beautiful.

Hey, what can a teen wolf do?

- I can smell what you're looking for.

- The stash?

Oh no, I checked there.

Stiles, this is just between you and me, OK?

Yeah, yeah. TW.

Look at you.

You're gonna be glad you came to me,

because with the right angles

we're gonna turn this into something...

monstrous.

Stiles. Stiles.

Go ahead. Shoot it, shoot it.

No way, no way.

Don't foul me now. Here we go.

Yeah!

- Hi, Scott.

- Hi.

Boof came over for a little one on one.

She's killing me.

What? What's so funny?

- We were just chatting. Do you mind?

- No, why should I mind?

Well, I gotta get going.

Would you like to walk me home?

- Boof, I just got here.

- Scott.

- Yeah.

- Thank s for everything.

- You better work on that jumpshot.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

- Are you coming?

- Yeah.

Ha!

Get in!

So, you guys were chatting.

Harold Howard and his famous chats.

What did he say?

He mentioned you were thinking

of quitting basketball

- to work on a school play.

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