DEAD MAN!
CHAPTER ONE.
sup losers!

ADRIAN MARTIN'S ROOM HAD BEEN AT ITS ABSOLUTE MESSIEST OVER THE COURSE OF THE SUMMER DUE TO HIS INABILITY TO CLEAN, AND ALSO TO CARE. His mother had warned him that cleaning up for the new school year would be wise, knowing he was even more slovenly once his education and lacrosse training kicked in. Plus, his room reeked of teenage boy. But, does Adrian Martin ever listen to an opinion that wasn't his own? Not often.

He currently had his earplugs in, his head staying in tune with the music beats as he scribbled some half thought-out answers on a piece of paper for his English class; having regrettably left it till last minute.

His lacrosse coach, Bobby Finstock, had pulled him aside on the last day of school in hopes of talking some sense into him. By all means, Adrian was a fantastic player; Coach had even tried to make him captain instead of Jackson Whittemore, to which the redhead flat out refused for a reason still unknown to all. His only problem was his grades, and his incapability to stabilise them.

Adrian had had many warnings. He was swimming in deep waters, any deeper, and he would surely sink to the point of no return. He would be benched for god knows how long, most likely until he got stable grades — which Adrian didn't feel like putting the effort in for.

Beside him, on his desk, lay his alarm clock. The time? He didn't know. He didn't check. Some would call it forgetfulness, some would call it determination, some would call it ultimate concentration.

Some would call it having so much work on your hands that you stay up all night with no break, unaware of your surroundings as your older sister barges into your room.

"Adrian!" The boy yipped when something smacked against the back of his mop of hair, a banana wobbling to a still on his desk as he spun around in his swivel chair.

Adrian looked overly offended as he rubbed the back of his head, pulling out his earplugs as he asked, clearly irritated. "Ow, Lyds! What the hell was that for?"

"Mum wanted to make sure you ate before we left." Lydia Martin's morning grin was sickeningly sweet as she leaned against the chipped, wooden door frame; her glossed-over lips pursed. "Did you really stay up all night?"

Her answer came in a high-pitched mimic of her own voice, Adrian bending down to pick up the school bag that had been collecting dust under his bed all summer. "Did you really spend the night at Jacksons when mum specifically told you not to?" He rhetorically asked, standing up.

Not knowing he was equipped with such loaded information, Lydia's mouth pops open in revelation. Her brother just winked, striding past her; bag and all. Her high-heeled shoes followed him like a stalking bird as he unwrapped the thrown banana, taking a bite once fully settled in the back of his mother's car.

"Are you going to be by the bleachers during tryouts?" The redhead asked through a mouthful, his sister humming as she applied some strawberry-flavoured lipgloss.

She turned to him, pursing her lips before they rose in a sweet smile that was as fake as plastic. "Obviously."

The Martin siblings were quickly dropped off, their mother uttering a rushed goodbye as she focused on the busy school car park ahead on the first day back. This left the two siblings to walk up towards Beacon Hills High School building together with students scattering the area; chatting in their respective groups.

It didn't take long for girls to immediately flock over to Lydia, showering her with compliments like she had never heard one in her entire life. Lydia, of course, basked in the attention; her strides becoming all the more confident as students looked their way.

"Hey, Adrian." One girl greeted him as he passed, her face somewhat familiar — perhaps he sat next to her in a class and borrowed a pen once or twice off of her. She giggled when one of her friends whispered something to her, fingers wiggling slyly in a flirtatious wave.

"Ladies." Adrian curtly bowed, winking at the girl who had spoken earlier as he passed. He smirked when he noticed a red hue gather in her cheeks as she looked away with a lip-bitten smile.

Lydia was a few steps ahead of him, reaching the steps to the school doors first just as a familiar voice that had Adrian perking up like a meerkat spoke.

"I mean this is seriously gonna be the best thing that has happened in town — " Stiles Stilinski, a boy who Adrian could say he unfortunately shared most of his classes with, fawned at the sight of the approaching strawberry blonde — had been since the third grade. There was no way to be frank about it: he was an absolute mess in front of her, his mouth often speaking before his mind. "Since the birth of Lydia Martin. Hey, Lydia! You look . . . like you're gonna ignore me."

Adrian snorted when his sister just blanked him and continued on with her day as if no one had spoken, barking a laugh that gained both Stiles and his best friend, Scott McCall's attention. The redhead saw the look of dissatisfaction at his presence swim in their eyes, and boy did he get a kick at it. "Sup losers! Didn't know I'd be seeing you two this early." He inspected their appearances, smiling when he saw Stiles' jaw clench. "I say, did your hair get longer, Stilinski? I swear it got longer. It did, didn't it? Look at those tiny, little growing hairs; you must be so proud."

"Get off!" Stiles rolls his eyes and smacks the boy's hand away from his buzzed head, his look anything but welcoming. "At least my hair is better kept than yours. Seriously, it's like a living, ginger birds nest up there."

"Beats looking like Sheen Estevez from Jimmy Neutron." Adrian scoffed, running a hand through his shaggy hair that ended just above his green eyes. "Besides, you can't lie and say you don't like the colour. It reminds you too much of my darling sister." His eyes exaggerated fluttering blinks before breaking character with a short chortle. "I mean, I really do want to pity you on this sometimes — but I'm not going to seeing as your struggle to get my sister to even remember your name brings me an immeasurable amount of joy. Should've kept the crush in the sand box where it belonged, Stilinski."

If it were possible, Stiles' head would be emitting smoke profusely with how heated he looked from his words that he knew would only increase over the course of the school year. "Well, it's glad to see you haven't changed over the summer, Adrian." His words dripped with venomous sarcasm, Scott looking between them awkwardly as they bickered back and forth.

"And it's good to see that you're not dead; both of you! You know, with the whole dead body situation last night and everything." A fake smile slapped onto Adrian Martin's face as he tilted his head, grimacing. "Did your dad find the body? Perhaps she could be your new girlfriend."

"No, thanks. Because, knowing you, it's probably your ex-girlfriend. Did you bore her death?" Stiles inquired, arms folded over his chest as he quirked his brow in false curiosity.

"If I did, it was probably because I was telling her all about you." Adrian replied with smoothly, his cockiness so strong that Scott thought he could even smell it at one point. "Because, most girls have the time of their life with me, Stilinski."

"Perhaps it should've been your body out in those woods last night then." Stiles gritted through the whites of his teeth, purposely being loud enough for him to hear.

Completely ignoring his rather disturbing comment, Adrian kept his tame smile; completely unaffected. "Glad to see you haven't lost your estrange sense of humour." He then decided to take his leave, stepping forward and patting both boys hard on the shoulder — even seeing Stiles wince as he pushed past them. "See you for tryouts later, dweebs! Try not to fall on your asses!"

Once he was long gone into the school building, Stiles released a heavy sigh through the comforts of his nostrils as he looked to the ground in what could only be described as a vessel of contained outrage. "I hate him."

"No, you don't." Scott shook his head in amusement, the corners of his lips smiling a tad as they descended up the school stairs together.

"You're right, I loathe him." Stiles corrected himself, adjusting the bag strap holding his lacrosse stick. "Why does he hate me so much? Is it because of my love for Star Wars? It's my love for Star Wars, isn't it?"

"I'm sure it's not your love for Star Wars. Who knows, maybe this year will be different?" Scott McCall tried his best to sound sure, but his eyes betrayed him as they crinkled at their sides.

His best friend stopped just to hark a gigantic laugh, throwing his head back. "Ha! That "wolf bite" must've done more damage than I originally thought, because you're beginning to become delirious, Scotty!"

"Just trying to be optimistic." Scott mumbled, caressing the side of his torso where a bandage covered the wound he had sustained from last night out in the woods; wondering what on earth could've caused it since California didn't have wolves . . . but he was so sure one had.

"As you all know," English was already off to a great — note the sarcasm — start with Mr. Bridge's worn out, robotic voice speaking to the weary class as his hand traveled along the chalkboard; the clanking of chalk echoing through the room. "There was indeed a body found in the woods last night."

In the corner of his inattentive eye, Adrian spotted Scott turning around in his seat to face Stiles; who slyly winked at him with a sizeable grin, twirling his pencil around his fingers. No surprise that the sheriff of Beacon Hill's son holds a natural interest in a dead body.

"And I'm sure your eager little minds are coming up with various macabre scenarios as to what happened," Mr. Bridge didn't stop to look back at his pupils and their reactions as he continued writing his long passage on the board. "But I am here to tell you that the police have a suspect in custody."

Now this attracted the young Martin's interest. This was seemingly also new news to Stiles and Scott, who both shared a look of bewilderment that gave away their cluelessness to Adrian. Bummer. He thought glumly. Probably could've used that information to his advantage somehow.

"Kafka's Metamorphosis" had finished being written on the board in bold, capital, white letters when Adrian dared a glance back. His automatic response was to throw his head back and release a loud sigh of both pain and anger, but he refrained from doing so; knowing it would only land him in detention like it had done in previous classes. "Which means you can give your undivided attention to the syllabus, which is on your desk outlining this semester." Lifting a copy from his desk, Mr. Bridge seemed to allow emotion to show on his face when everyone collectively groaned; his eyes lighting up as if pleased with himself.

The classroom soon fell silent with the task of reading; the only exception being the occasional cough and excessive pen tapping. Adrian briefly gave the task the benefit of the doubt and scanned over all the listed matters, doing his best to jump in and learn the information. He really didn't want to fail this year. Failure meant no lacrosse, and Adrian Martin didn't even want to know what his mother would say when he lost the chance to play lacrosse — the one thing he actually excelled at — in school.

Adrian didn't want to lose lacrosse, and — in the wise words of Bobby Finstock — lacrosse didn't want to lose him either. So, he was going to have to work something out. Because — as hateful as he finds it — Adrian knows he isn't going to be able to do it by himself.

His train of thought was stopped — more like went off track — by the frantic flipping of pages behind him. When Adrian looked back, he was met with the sight of Stiles Stilinski reading through the papers like he was running out of precious time; his pen tucked tightly in his mouth.

It was like a lightbulb was held above his head and suddenly blinked on when Adrian conjured a thought. A strange and conflicting one? Yes. But a thought is a thought nonetheless.

Stiles Stilinski was a smart kid. Not the most athletic of boys, but definitely made up for it in brains. Adrian could recall all the times he had seen a decent grade written in pen over Stiles' test papers when it was handed back to him — mainly because he always remembers giving him shit about it afterwards for being a smart ass. However, this year, it could be just what Adrian was looking for.

He couldn't plot his scheme for long, as the door to the classroom opened to reveal Principal Thomas and an unknown, tall brunette standing behind him. She was pretty, but most of her features were shielded by her longly curled hair perched around her face; her timid, brown eyes sweeping over the class for a place to sit as Principal Thomas introduced her. "Class, this is our new student, Allison Argent. Please do your best to make her feel welcome."

He didn't stick around long after that, leaving after all was said and done. This left the girl now named as Allison to stand alone, avoiding eye contact with everyone as she timidly say down behind Scott McCall.

Not wanting to make a big deal of her arrival for the new girl's sake, Adrian initially planned on looking away to continue his plotting for how he was going to survive this school year when Scott suddenly spun round in his seat; handing her his red pen without a word being exchanged between them.

Adrian frowned. What the hell is he doing? He thought as he watched the obscure scene unfold. I mean, Adrian knew he was a loser; but he thought McCall at least had some game when it came to girls!

Allison confusedly glanced between the strange boy and his pen before she smiled, revealing her pearly white teeth as she took the pen gratefully. "Thanks."

The lesson continued, Allison gladly using the pen given to her. Adrian couldn't focus on Mr. Bridge's droned voice even if he wanted to, seeing as he was so caught up in what had just happened in front of him. He felt like a kid watching a magician perform tricks, having no idea how on earth he was able to achieve such things with a great interest.

How in the world did he know that she needed a pen? Was the only question Adrian asked himself in that class, and the only one he would actually make the effort to get an answer for as the period rolled to an end.

For teens like Adrian Martin, it was as clear as day that the melodic chime of the last school bell was one of their favourite times of the day. It meant no more classes, no more pretending to listen to topics some people couldn't care less about and go back home. And, believe me, Adrian Martin loved all of those things; but it was always lacrosse he most anticipated after school, mainly because it was the one time of day when he can confidently say he knew what he was doing.

Quickly jogging over to his locker, Adrian put in his combination and began to dig out some of the kit he would need for being out on the field today. As he did so, tucking his water bottle into his bag, he noticed a rather familiar figure leaning against the wall next to his locker in an uncomfortably awkward stance; hugging her arms to her body.

"You know," Adrian drawled, the sound of his voice and slamming locker making the new girl jump as she turned to see him now leaning against the wall with her; his green eyes looking her up and down. "most girls like you would've found a friend group to fit in with right about now."

Allison furrowed her eyebrows, bowing her head as she blinked confusedly at the unfamiliar boy's words. "I'm sorry?"

"I'm just saying that most of the pretty girls that come here have flocked to their chosen packs by now. You know, found their place." Adrian didn't lose his smirk. In fact, it increased from her confusion; watching her fumble with her books in merriment.

His words seemed to flip a switch in the new girl, because she was suddenly wearing a smirk that changed her vibe entirely. Her eyes even appeared to have a confident glint in them as she answered with. "Good thing I'm not like most girls then."

"I hope so." Adrian replied, nodding in acceptance as he stuck his hand out in greeting with a charming smile. "I'm Adrian."

"Oh! I recognise you! You're in my English class, right?" The redhead nodded at her question, the two shaking hands briefly before pulling away. "Well, you already know me; but, I'm Allison."

"Yeah. Sorry English had to be your first lesson. Mr. Bridge is a right old zombie. I could read a whole dictionary by the time he's done explaining something." Adrian apologised, his rolling of the eyes and annoyed expression when talking about the teacher making Allison laugh and agree as she began to grow more comfortable around him. "So, where are you from, new girl? Move far?"

Allison shook her head and said. "Not really. I moved from San Francisco actually." She seemed quite shy when disclosing this information, and Adrian guessed that was only going to increase when he heard the clacking of designer heels coming down the hallway.

"Adrian, there you are." Lydia sighs as she approaches her younger brother. Adrian was actually glad that Allison was there with him at the time, because, had she not been, his sister wouldn't have gotten so easily distracted from nagging him as she took notice of his company. "That jacket is absolutely killer. Where did you get it?"

Allison looked between the two siblings nervously, guessing them to be related as she answered the girl. "My mum was a buyer for a boutique back in San Francisco."

"And you are my new best friend." Lydia declared with one pointed, manicured finger; her plump lips pursed up in a victorious smile.

Jackson Whittemore suddenly came into frame, attaching himself to Lydia like a magnet as he wound his arms around her. Adrian cringed as the pair leaned in for a lustful kiss; something he didn't think he would ever get used to with time.

It was obvious when the news spread that Jackson Whittemore and Lydia Martin were finally going together that they were the school's new power couple. Basically everyone knew they were together — you couldn't avoid it even if you wanted to! If you were in a relationship, you would easily be compared to them; whether that was your choice or not. Adrian never understood the obsession, considering he knew what went on behind the scenes; and always knew of their "breaks" or "split ups". It was hard to keep track of when they were an item, and when they were not; so he didn't spend long trying.

"Hey! Jacks!" Adrian called, his voice said with a thick layer of disgust when he noticed the lacrosse captain getting a bit too handsy with his sister; interrupting their passionate make out. When Jackson looked up, giving him a nod of acknowledgment; Adrian chose to seize that opportunity to set his hands on Allison's shoulders, so he can introduce her. "This is the new girl, Allison Argent!"

"Did you know her mum was a buyer for a boutique back in San Francisco?" Lydia indulged her boyfriend, smiling up at him with a look so sweet it could almost be considered deadly.

As the conversation slowly shifted to fashion, the two male lacrosse players clearly began to become uninterested. Desperately in need of a new distraction, Adrian searched the halls only to see Stiles and Scott talking to a girl he couldn't put a name to. However, Stiles seemed to be the only one doing the talking; seeing as Scott looked like he was in a whole other world.

Adrian chose not to pay much mind to the McCall boy's curious behaviour, cutting it down to first day nerves. He then decided now would be a good time to talk to Stilinski about his little problem, just about to stride over until Lydia spoke; gluing him there. "So this weekend, there is a party."

"A party?" Allison repeated, innocently not knowing where this conversation was going to go.

"Yeah, Friday night. You should come." Jackson invited with a firm nod, his hands still planted on Lydia.

Allison seemed to grow uneasy at the invitation, her feet shuffling back in a natural giveaway as she shook her head. "Uh, I can't. It's family night this Friday. Thanks for asking."

Part of Adrian felt sorry that the girl had to lie on her first day just because she didn't want to appear lame in front of the popular kids. It reminded him of his first days of school. He didn't have popularity on his side back then. He had to work hard for that.

"You sure?" Jackson pressed, obviously not catching onto her anxious body language with his persistence.

"She doesn't have to go, Jacks." Adrian reminded him in a stern voice, causing the teen to raise a brow at him. The teen just shrugged in a form of reply.

"Oh, come on!" Jackson rolled his eyes at his teammate, looking to Allison directly now. "Everyone's going after the scrimmage."

"You mean like football?" The brunette guessed innocently, discreetly sending Adrian a nod of thanks from his contribution earlier.

Jackson scoffed while Adrian shook his head, both players perking up in stance now that they get to talk about their favourite sport. "Football's a joke here in Beacon."

"Our football team may be even worse than our swim team here — and, believe me, they suck." Adrian nodded, letting Jackson handle the lacrosse talk . . . for now.

"The sport here is lacrosse. We've won the state championships for the past three years." The Whittemore boy proudly boasted, as if he had earned them all by himself. To be fair, he probably did see it that way.

And Lydia being his own personal cheerleader only fuelled his ego as she leaned into her boyfriend's side more. "Because of a certain team captain." She tapped at his chest lightly before leaning up to steal a kiss.

"Your brother also plays the sport." Adrian prompted in a grumble spoken under his breath, making Allison smile as Lydia rolls her eyes.

"We have practice in a few minutes. That is, if you don't have anywhere else," Jackson informed, trailing off for the new girl to fill in the blanks.

"Well, I was going to —"

"Perfect." Lydia cut her off, latching onto her wrist with a cheery grin. "You're coming."

As Allison looked to Adrian in a somewhat plea for help, the boy could only chuckle and wink at her in response. "See you on the field, Allison." He smirked, eagerly walking away with Jackson in the direction of the locker rooms that were practically calling his name.

Coach Finstock was definitely an interesting character in Beacon Hills, to say the least. All Adrian told people when asked about his lacrosse coach was. "He's very passionate about what he does."

"McCall!" Said boy only just managed to catch the thrown lacrosse stick with a larger head at him as he confusedly looked to Finstock; who walked towards him. "You're on goal."

Not expecting to be assigned a role on the field today, Scott blinked in surprise. "I've never played." He admitted, sounding like a lost puppy dog.

Coach didn't seem fazed by this information, his face flat. "I know. Scoring some shots will give the boys a confidence boost. First day back! Get them energised! Fired up!" He batted the boy on his shoulder pads, clearly trying to coax him into getting to his post with some twinge of importance.

"What about me?" Scott asked, sounding quite disappointed when he realised his plan to tryout for the team and impress Coach was already cut short. He hadn't even gotten the chance to run around on the field first!

"Try not to take any in the face." The teacher advised, lightly slapping him on the cheek before walking off towards the readying players with an energetic yell. "Lets go! Come on!"

"Stilinski!" Stiles was sat on the bench when he heard the call of his name being followed by jogging feet thudding along the blades of grass, looking up to see none other than Adrian Martin standing over him. His chest was puffed out in larger breaths from the big warmup he had just done, taking a sip of his ice-cold water. "I had a thought."

"That's new." Stiles scoffed, tightening his lacrosse stick's net with a clear disinterest in listening to what the boy had to say. "Can you just go and be stupid somewhere else? You're not my favourite person today."

"I'm not your favourite person any day." Adrian corrected with a smug smile like it was some big accomplishment as he looked the boy up and down, subtly biting his lip. "Anyways, I need an extra boost in class. My grades are slipping."

"If this is you subtly hinting that you want me to do your schoolwork, then I'm going to shut you down right there, buddy." Stiles answered blatantly, actually looking up at him now.

"You sure?" He tried again, the teen giving him his answer with just one look. Adrian threw his head back with a grown, clenching his hands shortly in a sign of desperation. "Ugh! Fine! Just tutor me then!" The Stilinski's look only grew more heated, causing the boy to tilt his head. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Because I'm hoping you'll spontaneously combust!"

"Okay, okay!" Holding his arms up in defence, Adrian then tried the path of reason. "How about this. If you help me get a grip on certain subjects for school, lending me some of your notes from time to time, then I'll put in a good word about you with my sister. Heck, I'll even force her to go on a date with you; but that's gonna cost you getting me at least one 'A' in a class, mister."

This seemed to grip the young Stilinski's interest, the gears in his head turning. Adrian smirked as he watched him ponder the deal, suspiciously eyeing the redhead; who only exaggerated a sweet, toothy smile in response. "Come on, Stilinski. What have you got to lose?"

"My pride." Stiles deadpanned before eventually heaving a sigh through a stiff nod. "But . . . fine. I'll do it."

A wave of regret washed over him when the redhead slapped him on the shoulder, his grin displaying his glowing excitement at having him admit defeat and side with helping him. "Cool! I'll pop by your place for the notes later. Enjoy watching me practice on the bench, Stilinski. Take as many pictures as you want. I don't have a bad side."

"I'm sure your personality makes up for that." Stiles glowered at him as he watched the redhead jog back to the rest of the players at the sound of Coach's whistle, leaving him on his own. "Oh, how you're going to regret this later, Stiles." He whispered to himself, focusing back on Scott; who was now stationed in goal.

McCall had placed his helmet of protection over his head, his fingers dancing along the lacrosse stick nervously as players gathered round. They all keenly lined up to shoot, murder in their eyes as they did so. As he stretched his leg, Adrian noticed Scott cocking his head as if he was spying on a conversation; one that was nowhere near him seeing as no one was within his hearing distance.

Before his ginger brows could furrow at the odd behaviour, Coach's whistle blew; signalling that all warm ups were now over for the remaining player that had arrived later than others. As soon as it sounded, Scott's head fell into his hands as if in pain; only standing back up and appearing fine when the whistle stopped.

Adrian stood and observed him quietly from the line as a lacrosse ball hurled at Scott's head; hitting his helmet. The force of the ball knocked him backwards, his body hitting the ground with a thud so loud and hard that even the lacrosse team winced for him, some breaking into laugher afterwards. "Hey, way to catch the ball with your face, McCall!"

Adrian didn't participate in the joking as Scott got back up, not even paying attention to their jabs at the goalie as he awaited for the next player to run up. The Martin had to give him credit where it was due. He got back up, and that took some guts in lacrosse; especially if you were Scott McCall. Everyone knew how bad he was at lacrosse, his severe asthma not helping his case either.

The next player ran up, shooting with decent form. Scott only had to lift his stick to catch it, as if the ball had been coming at him in slow motion. Adrian's eyebrows raised in surprise, his lips parting from their sealed position.

It was safe to say everyone was pleasantly surprised when Scott caught the next ball too, and the one after that. It soon evolved into a cycle, catching every single shot like he was some programmed robot.

His sudden improvement had even given Scott a shock too by the looks of things, but he was clearly appreciating it as he bounced on his feet; ready for the next person.

Jackson, not liking the nerd's confidence, shoved his way to the front of the line. No one interjected, giving him the space he needed. In all honesty, they just wanted to see how the suddenly all-improved Scott McCall would fair against their team captain.

"Sure you wanna do that, Jacks?" Adrian challenged with a teasing smile, stabbing his stick in the ground as the teen gave him a glare through his helmet; clearly telling him to keep his mouth shut as he prepared to take the shot.

Jackson soon took a big run up, taking his signature small jump before launching his ball at Scott. It was a good throw — Adrian would consider it a goal-worthy shot — but Scott McCall made it look like a rookie threw it as he caught it effortlessly.

Stiles — pretty much his main cheerleader at this point — immediately jumped up and screamed in excitement, fist pumping the air and all. His face shined with projecting pride as he screamed out across the field. "That's my friend!"

Everyone on the bleachers were cheering for Scott, something they definitely weren't doing before until now. Even Lydia was up on her own two feet, participating in the cheering as her boyfriend looked at her in disbelief. She just smugly shrugged.

And, as the cheering continued, Adrian just stood still in curiosity. His green eyes analysed the boy who had, all of a sudden, gotten miraculously good over the summer. Things just weren't adding up. First the pen, then the whistle incident, and now this?

What the hell is up with you, Scott McCall? Adrian thought as practice continued, noting how the McCall boy's luck lasted the entirety of tryouts. So much so that, Scott, a player who was most known for suffering a severe asthma attack just from doing the warmups, was by far one of the best in that field today. He was good . . . a bit too good if you ask Adrian Martin.

edit: okay, here's the new, edited chapter! i hope you guys liked it! i got so much nostalgia when writing for little adrian and stiles. i didn't need this nostalgia tonight, dammit!

this chapter is dedicated to skaikruobrien  because it's our friendiversary todayyyyy, and the adrian martin series would 100% be staying a draft if it wasn't for her.
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