You Can Tell A Hale By Their Broken Eyes // Stiles Stilinski

24 ~ Formality Part 2

Disclaimer: Nothing in the Teen Wolf universe is mine. *sobs* I guess I'll have make due with the plot and Oriana.

25 - Formality Part 2

"Hey. It is me. I'm getting tired of leaving messages. I wanna know where you are. Call me. Now."

Kate sighed and turned off her voicemail as she lounged in a chair.

"Unfortunately, Derek, if neither of you are gonna talk - I'm just gonna have to kill you. So say hi to your sister for me." Kate reached for the switches on both electrical boards but hesitated.

"You did tell her about me, didn't you? The truth about the fire? Or did you? Did you tell anybody? Oriana doesn't count! She found out all on her own." Kate winked at Oriana's unconscious body, the steel clamp still embedded in her leg; Kate was very impressed with her brother's friend. If only Chris was more like him.

Derek looked down in shame. Kate chuckled and stood up to stand closer to Derek.

"Oh, sweetie - That's just a lot of guilt to keep buried. It's not all your fault. You got tricked by a pretty face. It happens! Handsome young werewolf mistakenly falls in love with a super - hot girl who comes from a family that kills the werewolves. Is that ironic? Is it - ironic - That you're inadvertently helping me track down the rest of the pack - again? Or just a little bit of history repeating."

Kate walked back over to the electrical boxes and reached for the switched again. But she paused, cocking her head in thought. She tapped her fingers on the box in contemplation.

"History repeating." She repeated to herself. A light bulb turned on in her head,

She sauntered over to look at Derek again. "It's not Jackson, is it? Oh, no, no, no, he's got a little scratch on the back of his neck, but - he's not in love with Allison."

Derek looked up guiltily. He glanced at Oriana's prone body, silently apologising for letting Kate find out.

"Not like Scott."

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OHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOH

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"Hey."

John Stilinski stood in the doorway of his son's bedroom watching him tie his tie with an almost sullen look.

Stiles looked up and gave a half-hearted nod. "Yo."

"You excited for the dance?"

Stiles shrugged.

John narrowed his blue eyes slightly. "Got a date?"

Stiles nodded unenthusiastically as he donned his blazer.

"It's not Oriana, I take it?"

Stiles looked at his dad in shock. "Why would you say that?"

"Because if it were, you'd be looking a hell of a lot happier right now.

Stiles sighed and sat on his bed. "It's Lydia."

John raised his eyebrows in surprise. "Lydia Martin? The Lydia Martin?"

"Yup."

"So, what's the problem?" John asked, knowing the answer already.

"I wanted to go with Oriana..." Stiles whined.