Empathy ⌯ Stiles Stilinski

[08] the game

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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓
the game

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( second chance at first line; pt.iii )

AGAINST Maddie's better judgment, she waited until the early hours of the next morning to report the body to the police. She had wanted to report it the second they had covered the body back up but Stiles reminded her of how impossible it would have been to explain what they were doing in the woods in the middle of the night——Maddie's just glad she isn't getting told off for getting home so late since she had planned to stay over at Scott's that night and Melissa was working the night shift.

Stiles didn't want to miss out on 'justice being served'——his words——so he drove the three of them towards the Hale house as soon as his father had left with a squad of deputies to check out the report made by his son. They're parked at the bay of the woods, deciding to stay out of the way and let the deputies do their job.

Derek's home, that's assumed by the Camaro parked near the porch, and now the trio watch him get dragged out of the house in handcuffs. Maddie sits on the hood of the jeep, her knees hugged against her chest with her chin resting on them as she watches Derek turn his head toward her and Scott, smirking at the both of them before the deputy unremorsefully shoves him into the back of the police cruiser. He slams the door shut, unafraid of showing his hostility towards the man——she would have hostility towards anyone who killed and cut a person in half too.

Once the deputy walks off, Stiles jumps off the hood and starts his trek towards the cruiser. When Maddie realises where he's heading, her body jumps into action, a lot more prepared that her mind was and she nearly falls to the side. Thankfully, Scott, leaning against the side of the hood, catches her with his werewolf reflexes and she grabs his shoulders to steady herself. She keeps her hands there as she keeps an eye on Stiles, watching him look around before stepping inside the front of the cruiser and turning to face Derek.

"Oh, God," Maddie groans, letting her head fall into her hand. Scott quickly turns her away from the unfolding scene before they both glance out towards the forest, trying to avoid being involved with Stiles. No, sir, we do not know who he is.

Maddie's curiosity gets the better of her after a minute or two and she looks back over her shoulder to see Sheriff Stilinski pulling Stiles out of the car. Keeping her eyes on the father and son, she taps Scott on the shoulder. When she sees him turn in the corner of her eye, she nods towards Stiles and his dad. "What're they saying?"

Scott moves to stand by the front of the jeep, resting his arm on the hood as he tunes his super—hearing onto the conversation. His eyes widen as he takes a slow intake of breath. Maddie notices, glancing over to Stiles to see his shoulders deflate. "What happened?"

"Stiles just told his dad we were looking for my inhaler," he replies, dropping his head with a defeated sigh. "That we dropped when it was supposedly just you two."

"Oh, are you kidding me?" she questions, mainly to herself, with a shake of her head. She shoots Stiles a look once he starts walking away from his dad and he nods guiltily as he motions for the two of them to get in the jeep. Maddie shuffles off the hood, her sneakers hitting the dirt, and she spares one last look to Derek. He raises his brows at her challengingly and she instantly looks away.

Scott's waiting by the door by the time she gets there, letting her crawl to the backseat of the jeep before he gets in. When Stiles and Scott are situated in the front, she leans forward between the seats, resting each arm on the shoulders.