True Crime (Teen wolf Derek Hale X Male OC)

Chapter 2 - The bite

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As stiles jeep pulled into the school, I caught sight of Scott being hit by the door of a porsche, but not just any porche, Jackson Whittemore's. Shitty attitude, great body.

As we met with Scott, I hugged him, probably a little extreme, but oh well. "Thank god you're alive, I didn't want to be left with this idiot" to which Scott chuckled and stiles just rolled his eyes.

"So, let's see it." Stiles proclaims, clearly anxious to see something he hadn't told me about. Scott pulled up his shirt, which wasn't the worst thing in the world, but then he peeled back a bandage I had somehow missed while admiring his now somewhat toned chest, lacrosse was doing good for him. To see a giant red bite mark was hiding underneath it.

"Jesus Christ, How the hell did that happen?" I yelled, probably a bit too loud. Oops.

"It was too dark to see much, but I think it was a wolf"

I gasped, yet lent in to look at it better. From afar, it probably looked a bit weird. Though Scott was the last person i'd be doing that to. He was straighter then those sticks they used, I was more like the circular net part at the end.

"A wolf bit you? No, not a chance". Stiles said with his usual amount of tact.

"What do you mean I didn't?" Scott questioned

"because California hasn't had wolves for like 60 years", He wasn't wrong.

"then you'll never believe me when I say I found the body" Scott revealed

"You what?" Stiles and I excitedly yelled. "You seriously found the body?"

"Yeah, and I'm gonna have nightmares for a month because of it" Scott shuddered, poor thing. I on the other hand would be loved to find it, probably not as much as Stiles though. His interest in it was just creepy.

"That is freaking awesome." Stiles enthuses, a bit insensitively at that. "I mean, it's the best thing to happen in this town since," Stiles looks over at Lydia, the popular strawberry blonde as she walks past "since the birth of Lydia Martin" Poor boy was whipped

"Hey, Lydia! You look....like you're going to ignore me" There was only one problem, Lydia had absolutely no idea who or what stiles was. To be fair, nobody knew what Stiles was. My guess was an eldritch abomination.

When I used to be apart of the popular clique, I was good friends with Lydia Martin. We would shop, gossip and everything else she did with her other best friends. And ever since I was kicked out, we've talked less and less.

"You know, you guys are the cause of this" Stiles accuses us

"huh?" Me and Scott respond in tandem "You're dragging me down to your nerd depths, I'm a nerd by association, I've been scarlet nerded by you two" .Stiles never failed to give me emotional whiplash.

I just scoffed "you know I only like Scott, you're just baggage" I replied, I didn't really mean it though.

Stiles just gave me another one of his annoyed looks "well, you're no prize either" he muttered, clearly annoyed at me

"don't listen to him, you're way funnier" Scott fake whispered to me, antagonising stiles.

We'd all walked to class together, with stiles either prodding Scott for more information about the dead body he saw, or accusing us of being the reason he wasn't popular. At that point I'd completely zoned out, thinking about not really anything as my body went into autopilot and sat down in the classroom with Scott and stiles.