𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 | derek hale [ON HOLD]

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Stiles POV:

"Hana, Scott, get your asses down here now. We have a job to do," I order as I sneak around the locker room.

No sign of Coach? No sign of Coach.

Noice!

"Dude, I'm already in bed," Scott replies like a wimp. "And aren't we getting a little old for this?"

"Why are you doing this, Stiles?" Hana laughs.

"We do this for Coach!" I gawk.

"I thought we did this to Coach," Scott says. I roll my eyes so hard I feel them in the back of my head.

"Whatever, ok? You know he needs this. He lives for this stuff. You know he loves it," I tell them.

"But it's the middle of the night," Scott argues.

"Like that hasn't stopped you before," Hana retorts. "And 12:15, actually."

"Which means it's after midnight and officially Mischief Night/Day," I open my locker and grab my power drill. "And by perfectly awesome coincidence, it also happens to be Coach's birthday. So if you guys aren't down here in 5 seconds, I will destroy you. Ok? I mean 5, 4, 3, 2..."

He turns around and shouts in fear.

Hana POV:

I burst out laughing.

"One," Scott smirks, the red glow fading from his eyes.

"We got you so good," I beam.

"I hate you," Stiles glares at us.

"But it was so funny," I fakely pout. "Wasn't it, Rica?" We all look down to see Rica's tail wagging energetically. She nods her head.

"You all suck," he grumbles as he shuts his lockers. Scott and I laugh.

☾

I'm getting ready for school as Peter and Derek stare at the box on the table. I slide a pink sweatshirt over my white tank and throw on some navy cotton shorts. I quickly tie the laces of my white sneakers and grab my backpack.

"Bye Derek, bye Rica, bye Peter!" I call out as I rush out the door. "Don't do the claw thing without me! I don't trust you to not kill Peter!"

"Thanks for the concern!" Peter calls back.

"I love you!" Derek yells. I laugh as I get into my car and drive to school. When I park, I notice Scott pull in on his bike. The twins pull in beside him.

This should be interesting.

"Hi Scott!" I smile as I walk over.

"Hey Hana," he questioningly glances at the twins as they dismount. They take off their helmets and walk over to us.

"You're back in school?" I wonder.

"No, just to talk," Ethan replies.

"Oh. That's kind of a change of pace for you guys," Stiles walks up and joins us. "Usually, you're just hurting, maiming, killing."

"Stiles," I give him a look telling him to "cut it out."

"You need a pack. We need an Alpha," Aiden glances between us and Ethan.

"Yeah, absolutely not. That's hilarious, though," Stiles retorts.

"You came to us for help. We helped," Ethan states.

"You beat his face into a bloody pulp," I raise my brow, motioning to Scott.

"That's not helping. In my opinion, that's actually counter-productive," Stiles argues.