Yours (Stiles Stilinski)

Chapter Three

I follow Scott and Stiles, again, into the woods. This time we brought a taser for protection, well I did. I fiddled with my camera for a bit, as I blindly followed the two guys.

"I don't know what it was! It was like I had all the time in the world to catch the ball! And that's not the only weird thing. I hear things I shouldn't be able to hear, I smell things," Scott said. My head snapped up and met his.

"You smell things? Like what?" Stiles asked in disbelief.

"Like Y/n's mint gum in your pocket," Scott said, crossing his arms. Stiles jammed his hand into his coat pocket.

"I don't have any mint gum in my, oh." Stiles pulled out a single stick of gum. I rubbed the back of my neck.

"Sorry? Anyway, all of this started with the bite..." I said. Stiles rubbed his chin thoughtfully.

"What if it's like an infection? Like, my body is full of adrenaline before going into shock or something," Scott said, obviously worried. Stiles clapped his hands together, making me jump.

"You know what, I actually think I heard it... It's a specific kind of infection," Stiles said, mischief crossing his eyes. I raised my eyebrows. Scott leaned in, beckoning him to continue.

"Yeah. I think it's called 'lycanthropy,'" Stiles said. I hit Stiles' arm, and he rubs it, laughing at me. Scott looks between us, before I roll my eyes and continue walking ahead. I hear them continue their incredibly stupid conversation. Lycanthropy? Are you kidding me, Stiles?

"What is that? Is that bad?"

"Oh, yeah, it's the worst! But only once a month," Stiles continued. Scott gave him a questioning look. "Yup, on the night of the full moon," Stiles howls and laughs. This time, Scott hits him. Stiles jogs after me. "Hey, wait up!" He called. I keep searching the ground for Scott's inhaler, ignoring their antics.

"I could have swore it was here. I saw the body, the stags running... I dropped my inhaler," Scott trailed off. I looked back at him with a concerned look. Maybe he hit his head?

"Maybe the killer moved the body," Stiles whispered.

"If he did it I hope he didn't take my inhaler, this thing costs like eighty bucks." Scott grumbled. I kept walking forward, but Stiles grabbed my hand, pulling me back. I look at him with surprise, and he nods ahead, getting Scott's attention.

"What are you doing here? Huh? This is private property!" A man yells at them. I put one hand up in surprise, waving slightly, as I try to be as friendly as possible.

"Hey there, sorry. We were looking for my brother's inhaler. Not really easy in several miles of forest," I smile tightly. This man made me a little nervous, but at least he was easy on the eyes. He gave me a once over and tossed something. I caught it easily. I smiled at him and I saw it was the inhaler. The man turned and stalked away. I look back at my brother and Stiles.

"Uh— guys? That was Derek Hale! You remember, right? He's just a few years older than us!" Stiles said excitedly.

"Remember what?" Scott and I said at the same time. Stiles looked between the both of us.

"Creepy. Anyway, his family. They all burned in a fire like ten years ago," he explained. I pursed my lips.

"So, what's he doing back here?" I asked.

"Don't know... Let's get out of here before we turn into wolves too!" Stiles jeered, tugging me along. It was then that I realized he still had my hand in his. I turned back to Scott, tugging him with us. We dropped him off at the clinic, and Stiles and I went back to his place. We watched Star Wars for a couple hours before he jumped on his laptop.