Hyperactivity || teen wolf

one.

deaton residence.

"good morning mom" I smiled sitting at the table as my mom sat a plate in front of me.

"morning hon-" Mom started to reply but was cut off by the unlocking of the front door.

We both looked towards the foyer seeing Stiles close the door behind him. I just shook my head. One minute it's him climbing through my window. The next it's him coming through our garage. At least he came the normal way. Classic Stiles.

"ooh, is that bacon I smell" Stiles grinned rubbing his hands together.

"Stiles, how in the hell did you get in here" Mom turned towards the brunette teenage boy, arms folded over her chest.

"I made a key" He raised our house key in the air.

"wha- let me see" Mom said putting her hand out.

Stiles put the key in her hand, his smile falling when she tossed it in the garbage disposal. Flickering the switch, the noise of metal being shredded filled the room. I couldn't help but laugh and shake my head.

"wh-why would you do that"Stiles yelled throwing his arms up,"good thing I have another set".

"Of course you do" I laugh, shaking my head.

"You better not use that shit Stiles. I will whoop your ass, I've done it before" Mom pointed at Stiles squinting her eyes.

Stiles just waved her off and sat next me. He picked up my fork and started eating off my plate. This weirdo.

"um, excuse you" I laughed yanking the fork out of his hand mid way to his mouth, a piece of egg falling back on the plate.

"what" Stiles shook his head grabbing my orange juice bringing it to his lips.

"bro seriously stop" I laughed taking my glass out of his hands, juice running down his chin.

Great, he drunk half of it.

"here, greedy ass" Mom said setting a plate and glass in front of Stiles.

I couldn't help but to scrunch my face in disgust when Stiles started to stuff his face. Not even coming up for air.

"No ones gonna take your food, chill Stilinski" I laughed shaking my head.

"The way you eat makes it seem like Noah doesn't feed you" Mom shook her head putting the dishes in the sink.

"I just like your cooking ma" Stiles grinned, face full of food.

"Kiss ass" I muttered rolling my eyes in the process.

"Ooh, ma Eliza cursing" Stiles pointed at me smirking.

"Stiles, stop snitching. Eliza, stop cursing" Mom sternly said pointing at Stiles and I.

After eating, Stiles and I crammed into his rusty old, blue jeep.

"Where to styrofoam" I asked, looking over at Stiles.

I reached over the console running my fingers through the back of his hair. It's something I've always done.

"Well elephant, we are going to pick up Scott"He responded looking back and forth from me to the road, smiling to himself.

Truth be told I've been in love with Stiles since we met in the 3rd grade. But he was so into Lydia that he never noticed my feelings for him. No hate to Lydia, she's one of my best friends. But to see one of my best friends love my other best friend the way I love him kinda hurts. I've tried dating other guys, hell even Jackson, but that didn't work out too well. My heart just longed for Stiles Stilinski.

The whole car ride to Scott's was filled with loud music, us singing loudly, and Stiles terrible driving. When arriving, Stiles abruptly stopped the truck making both of us jerk forward.

"Oh my god Stiles" I groaned when my back hit the seat.

"Sorry buttercup" He laughed, opening the door and jumping out slamming it shut.

My cheeks heating at that nickname. Thank the heavens that my skin covered up the blood rushing to my cheeks. I kinda zoned out just thinking about this school year. I didn't even realize that Scott and Stiles were back in the jeep. Nor that we were moving.

"I said hey Lizzy" Scott repeated snapping me out of my daze.

"Oh my bad. Hey Scotty" I turned and gave him a close mouth grin.

I've known Scott since the day I met Stiles, I see him all the time. He looks different, but I can't put my finger on it.

"You look different Scotty" My brows furrowing in his direction.

I carefully watched Scott's facial expressions to see how he'd react to what I just said. He started stuttering, sweating, looking anywhere but me. Yeah something happened to him. But what.

"I-uh. I-I...I cut my hair"He nodded as if he tried to believe it himself,"yeah. That's what I did".

"Yeahhh, cut your hair" I squinted my eyes at him, "it looks nice".

I know he's lying. But about what is the real question.

"T-thanks" He nodded as Stiles recklessly pulled into a parking space.

bhhs library.

All day I've been watching Scott's weird behavior, Stiles drool over Lydia, and Lydia and Jackson eat each others face off. But the plus is I've met this girl her name is Allison. But here's the kicker, she's an Argent. Argents are back in Beacon Hills. I told my uncle and he already knew. He never tells me anything, I hate how he always leaves me in the dark. He only told me to look out for her. Make sure she isn't sketchy like her family is known to be.

Stiles, Scott, and I had a free period so we sat in the slightly crowded library trying to get some homework done. Stiles and Scott sat next to each other, and I, across from Stiles. He kept rubbing his leg against mine. At this point I'm used to him wanting physical touch from me.

"Hey Liz, can you grab that highlighter from my backpack" Scott looked over at me from his seat across the library table.

"Yeah sure" I nodded, unzipping and looking into his backpack.

I start to move binders and textbooks around looking for the highlighter he asked for. It wasn't in the big part, so let me look in the small part. I closed the big part and unzipped the small part. I move pens and pencils around looking for the yellow stick. Wait somethings missing. It's always in his backpack.

"Scott" I called out looking up at him, eyebrows furrowed, "where's your inhaler?"

"Oh-uh. I lost it" He stuttered.

"What do you mean you lost it" I raised my eyebrow, "you never lose your inhaler".

"I-well...did you find the highlighter I asked for" He rolled his eyes.

Hmm. Short temper. Scott's never had a short temper.

"Don't get spicy with me McCall" I point at him, reaching into his backpack to retrieve what he asked for.

I rolled my eyes as I tossed him the highlighter. Watching intently as he quickly grabbed it. Reflexes. Scott's reflexes have never been that good or fast. Something is going on with him and it's not just puberty.

I sat back in my seat thinking about everything that's happened today. Being a druid, I've been trained to pay attention to the little things. Thanks to my uncle Alan and Aunt Marin.

Cringing and holding ears while the bell rings. Pulling the locker off the hinges. His body even looks stronger. Buffer. Short temper. Fast reflexes.

He's a werewolf.

Reaching into my pocket, I quickly opened my messages.

Eliza.
Scott McCall

Uncle Alan.
I know