The Raven- Teen Wolf

Chapter 7

"It's Matt?" Stiles and Scott nodded vigorously. I rub my forehead. "Holy crap."

Stiles pointed at me. "That was my exact reaction!"

I started chuckling.

Scott crossed his arms and sighed disappointedly. "Why are you laughing?"

"Because Stiles was right." I lifted my hand to high five him. This time he doesn't miss. He slaps my hand making a satisfying clap.

Stiles smiled. "That was a good one!"

"Anyways, I want to talk about how Scott told Derek you did research on me. Exactly what kind of research did you do?"

He scratched his head nervously. "Heh heh... I.. uhh- I used the Sheriff station. Scott made me do it."

I turned to Scott and he threw his hands up innocently. "It was a safety precaution."

"Really a safety precaution, Scott? Honestly."

The boys both shrugged at the same time.

"It didn't see anything that bad." Stiles added.

"That bad?"

"Well they know your parents aren't really around."

"Interesting, anything else?"

"Oh... well that- that was it."

"That's great, I was worried that they would find out I murdered someone." I chuckled at my joke.

Stiles's mouth hung open and Scotts eyes widened. It was clear they didn't get my joke. Note to self: don't make murder jokes when there's a Kanima murdering people.

Scott looked at my shoulder and turned me around. "What happened to your shirt?"

"Oh uh, Isaac Lahey happened."

I turned to face them and they both wore a confused face.

"Don't ask."

"Do you need a new one?" Stiles offered.

"Sure."

He walked to his dresser and opened a drawer. He threw a green and blue flannel at me, I caught it with ease. He walked up next to Scott.

"Thanks. Could you guys turn around? I had enough people seeing me without a top on today."

They both blinked very slowly but eventually turned around. I turned around as well. I slid off my ripped black shirt. I pulled the flannel on, it was a bit loose on me. I buttoned each button except a few of the top ones. I heard Stiles tapping his foot being impatient.

"There. I'm done."

We all turned around at the same time.

Scott looked at Stiles. "So what do we do now?"

There was a knock on the door. "Stiles?"

Stiles stood up taller. "Dad! Dad, important news."

Good thing he wasn't there while I was changing, that would've been awkward.

The sheriff walked past his son ignoring him. He stuck out his hand. "Noah Stilinski."

I grabbed his hand and shook it. "Phoebe Raven."

"Stiles talks about you often, glad I finally got to meet you."

I eyed Stiles, he slapped a hand over his face and dragged it down in frustration.