Introducing the sarcastic, kind, charming, and crazy.
Skylar Stilinski.
Also know as Stiles little sister. She's been the tag along sibling ever since she could walk. After the death of their mother, Stiles took joy in having her tag along with h...
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Skylar
Reports flooded the news and radio stations about recent 'animal' attacks. As if I thought thinks couldn't get any weirder... boy was I wrong. During the daily car ride to school Stiles kept giving his usual conspiracy theories on the supernatural mainly just about Derek.
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After school I walked over to Beacon Hills high school and climbed into Stiles Jeep to wait for him. "Aye shortcake how was school?" Stiles asked. "Boring not much to do." I answered monotonous as he pulled out of the space. We barely made it 5 feet before Derek decided it was a good idea to throw himself in front of the car! Stiles and I shrieked. Why is this guy always dying for god sakes?
"You gotta be kidding me this guys everywhere." Stiles exclaimed. Luckily Scott ran up yelling at us. "What the hell." He said flinging his arms out. "Oh like it was our fault." I shouted at him still nervous about Derek.
Stiles started to climb out of the car so I started following him. "No, no, no! You. Stay." He pointed to the seat I was currently sat in. I huffed and looked out the window towards onlooking students.
They got up with Derek and brought him over to the passenger side. "Oh no, I am not being booted to the back by a pale dude." Scott flicked my head and I moved to the back seat. "I need you to find out what kind of bullet they used." Derek breathed out. "How the hell am I supposed to do that?" Scott fired. "Because she's an Argent she's with them."
I shot up interested. "Who? Allison?" Once again they ignored me. Ya know I'm really getting tired of this shit.
"Get him out of here." Scott told us. Stiles glared seriously hating this. "I hate you so much for this." We then quickly sped off.
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Rock music was blaring through the speakers while Derek seemed to be in agony. "Do you need me to help you?" I asked him gently. "No I'm fine thanks though." He answered. I simply nodded going back into the seat. I looked over at Stiles on his phone. "You know it's dangerous to be texting while driving, brother." I sassed.
He in turn threw the phone at me. "Hey, try not to bleed out on my seats okay?" He pipped. "We're almost there, I swear." "Almost where?" Derek whispered. Stiles sighed. "Your house." "What? No you can't take me there." "I can't take you to your own house?" "He's injured Stiles and was attacked. I don't think that's the safest option." I added. Stiles sighed again and pulled over.
"What happens if Scott doesn't find your little magic billet?" Stiles questioned. "Hmm? Are you dying?" "Not yet." Derek said rather bluntly. "I have a last resort." I looked at Stiles confused. "What do you mean?" "What last resort?" Stiles and I said at the same time.
