monachopsis | stiles stilinski [1]

chapter six: heart monitor

"Hey Stiles," I greeted as I slid in the seat next to him. He didn't even turn his head to me which made me narrow my eyes.

"Are you ignoring me?"

Nothing.

"Um, for your information I was the one who ran in front of a moving car for your dad," I leaned back in my chair casually.

"Sorry, sorry," He finally looked at me. "I was trying to practice for when Scott came."

"You... were trying to practice... staying silent?" I stifled my laugh. "Besides, there's no point in practicing with me. I'm way cuter than Scott."

I gave him a coy smile and he laughed, his cheeks flushing red.

This was progress from when he couldn't even say a sentence.

Scott walked in with a hopeful grin and I smiled back at him in greeting.

"Traitor," Stiles hissed at me, watching our exchange.

"Hey," I put my hands up in defense. "I told you both I wasn't getting in the middle of it."

Scott slid into the seat behind Stiles and leaned forward, "Still not talking to me? Okay, can you at least tell me if your dad's okay?"

Scott looked at me with pleading eyes and I made a hand gesture for him to keep going.

"It's just a bruise, right? Some soft tissue damage? Nothing that big-"

Stiles scoffed and mumbled, "No thanks to you."

Scott flinched back at his jab and I sent him a sympathetic smile.

"You know I feel really bad about it, right?"

"Okay. What if I told you that I'm trying to figure this whole thing out, and... that I went to Derek for help?" Scott tried again and I saw Stiles tense up at the mention of his favorite werewolf.

Note the sarcasm.

"If I was talking to you, I'd say that you're an idiot for trusting him. But, obviously, I'm not talking to you," Stiles bit out as he grabbed his notebook and pen.

Scott deflated and looked at me hopelessly but I shook my head and lifted my hand up. Mouthing the numbers with my fingers going down at each, I counted down 5 seconds.

As soon as my last finger bent down, Stiles whirled around and demanded, "What did he say?"

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"Wh-? He wants you to tap into your animal side and get angry?" Stiles repeated what Scott just told us for confirmation, unable to believe Derek's advice.

"Yeah..." Scott sounded like he was the one who had said that and not that Derek did.

"All right, well, correct me if I'm wrong, but every time you do that, you try to kill someone, and that someone's usually me or Lexi," Stiles snarked, gesturing over to me which made me put my hand in a wave like 'yes, I am Lexi'.