As The Elowen Grows • Stiles Stilinski

• Chapter 3

After Jackson called out the girls name Stiles perked up, he only had one class with her but she didn't really stand out. Not like Lydia. If it wasn't for today, Stiles could've easily never noticed the green eyed brunette at school.

"Why are you even here?" Jackson moved toward the girl carefully. Over the past year he and Lydia had talked to the brunette many times being that Danny was practically her brother and they considered her a friend even though they weren't close.

She looked up at him, but quickly averted her eyes shifting uncomfortably "I left stuff in my locker and I was grabbing some stuff for my mom."

"Is this a Joke? Who killed him" Allison spoke up once again, highlighting the important facts from Stile's statement. Someone was dead and another was injured. Lydia began to freak out as well. After what she went through, Lydia though the attacks were over now but she was in the middle on one once more and this time she had no escape.

"Scott!"

"I don't know, I just know if we go out there, he's going to kill us."

Winter looked up at "he", what did he mean "he". She saw it, it attacked her and it wasn't human, it was a monster and she knew the two boys knew that.

"Its Derek, Derek Hale." Scott caved to the pressure around him as Winter attempted to stand in order to confront him.

"no.." she managed to slip out before Stiles gripped her arm causing her to cry out in pain. Falling to the ground stiles dropped with her immediately feeling bad for grabbing her in an attempt to stop her from speaking out against Scott.

"Sorry I swear that was unintentional, but can you just go with it for now. I'll explain in a bit but I think it's best if they don't know what's in here with us right now." he whispered with pleading eyes as he shielded the girl from the others for a moment. After seeing her nod slowly, he spoke up again "we really need to get you something for your head."

Moving away from her regretfully, Stiles began searching the room for anything he could use as a bandage. After a moment of searching, Stiles opted for using some of his clothes and returned to Winter dabbing her forehead with his shirt.

She looked tired, her eyes kept closing and nodding off as he held her head still while her body wave slowly as if it were ready to fall over at any point. He poorly cleaned up her wound to the best of his abilities, he couldn't help but notice the small freckles that scattered across her face and how her lips rested in a small smile that was possibly just his imagination. He gently moved his thumb along her jaw as he looked at her, his eyes filled with questions and confusion. When she met his eyes, panic flashed in his face as he quickly refocused on her forehead in an attempt to not make it known he was staring.

As he tending to her, now with a light blush across his cheek, she quietly looked at him. Amazed in his determination to help her even though they've never met. His movements suddenly stopped when he heard Jackson suggest calling the cops.

Turning away quickly, Stiles blurted out an assertive "No."

"What do you mean 'no'?" Jackson says with anger.

"I mean no, want to hear it in Spanish? No."

Winter cracked a smile at his response, although it wasn't the time for laughter, she found Stile's quip funny; however, she didn't understand why he wouldn't want to call the police. They would have weapons that could take down the creature.

"Your dad is armed with an entire sheriff department, call him!"

'His dad was in law enforcement? Was that why, he was worried his father could get hurt.' Winter thought.