Y/N McCall | teen wolf | stiles x reader

S1.E11: formality

Last night Scott got shot by the Argents and his boss helped him because he apparently knows a lot about werewolves.

And he apparently also lost his phone since he is looking for it everywhere in his room while Stiles and I are just sitting there, watching him.

"Call it again." Scott instructs us.

"It's not here." Stiles sighs. "So you lost your phone. Why don't you just get a new one?"

"I can't afford a new one." Scott replies. "And I can't do this alone. We have to find Derek."

"Well, A, you're not alone, you have us." Stiles replies. "And B, didn't you say Derek walked into gunfire?"

"Yeah, he sounds pretty dead." I comment.

"Argent's plan was to use him to get to the alpha. They're not gonna kill him." Scott tells us.

"So why don't we just let them do what they want to do? They take care of Peter and we just watch." I suggest.

"Not if Peter's going after Allison to find Derek!" Scott grunts. "I can't protect her on my own. Which means we need to find Derek first. Just help me."

"Scott, you probably lost your phone when you were fighting at his house." I tell Scott.

"Yeah, when he was trying to kill you." Stiles adds. "After you interrupted him trying to kill Jackson. Are you starting to see a pattern of violent behavior here?"

"Jeez, what a shame a pretty guy like him is a psychotic murderer." I sigh and giggle as I see Stiles sighing at my comment.

"He wasn't going to kill anyone. And I'm not letting him die." Scott replies.

"Could you at least think about letting him die?" Stiles sighs. "For me?"

Scott suddenly turns his head towards the window.

"What?" I ask him, noticing he heard something.

"Mom just got home from work." He tells me.

He then stops looking for his phone to listen to her.

"Is she okay?" Stiles asks.

Scott shakes his head in a 'no', worrying me.

"What's she doing?" I ask my brother.

"Crying." He simply replies, tearing my heart apart.

Stiles takes my hand in his and rubs the back of my hand with his thumb as Scott sits on his bed, his head down.

"Scott, you can't protect everyone." Stiles tells him.

"I have to." He replies before looking at me, noticing that knowing my mom is crying made me sad.

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I'm with the boys in the locker room and Coach just told Scott he can't go to the bal due to him failing classes.
And the best idea he came up with is to ask Jackson to take Allison to the bal, so he is trying to convince him.

"You want me to take her to the formal?" Jackson asks Scott.

"I don't want you to. I need you to."

"Screw you." Jackson replies, looking at Scott. "You know what? Screw you too." He adds as he points to Stiles. "And also you." He says as he now looks at me.

"He saved your life so a little recognition won't hurt anyone." I reply.

"He left me for dead."

"I got shot for you!"

"Oh yeah? Show me the bullet wound." Jackson replies, annoying Stiles and I, making me roll my eyes.