𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄 𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐘 ; 𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝗼𝐥𝐟

x. co-captain

CO-CAPTAIN

CAMERON WENT to follow Stiles into the school when her brother stopped her. She didn't fight him on it. She knew what he was going to ask and he deserved an honest answer.

"Why did you keep this from me?"

Cameron sighed. "I'm sorry. I was scared. For myself, for Scott, for Stiles. I didn't want to have to be scared for you too."

"Was that man — the alpha — behind all the attacks?" Luke asked. "And you still need to tell me why he looked at you like that."

"Yes, he was," Cameron said. "And he looked at me like that because he thinks I'm some 'rare thing.' His words, not mine."

"Rare? Like not human?" Luke asked.

"I don't know, and I really don't want to find out," Cameron said.

"Okay," Luke said, and they left it at that.

⨫⨸⨬

The next time Cameron saw Scott and Stiles they were following Jackson around the city. Scott had told them he overheard Allison's aunt and dad talking at the game, how they think Jackson could be the beta they're looking for. Thankfully, that meant they weren't looking Scott's way, but with Jackson breathing down his neck about becoming a werewolf they couldn't exactly let Jackson be interrogated by the Argents.

"I lost him," Stiles said.

Scott leaned closer to the window. "No, I got him. Turn left."

They pulled into an parking lot that was empty besides Jackson and Mr. Argent's cars. Stiles pulled up next to them and the trio looked over to the pair.

"Is everything okay?" Scott asked, noticing the hood up on Jackson's Porsche.

"Hey, Scott," Mr. Argent said. "Your friend here was having car trouble. We're just taking a look."

"There's a shop right down the street," Cameron said. "My dad is old friends with the mechanic. I bet I could get him to give you a discount."

"Yeah. You want a ride?" Stiles asked.

Scott opened the passenger door before Jackson even answered.

"Come on, Jackson," Cameron said, trying her best to keep the sarcasm out of her voice. "You're way too pretty to be out here all by yourself."

Scott glared subtly at the blond boy until he agreed to get in the jeep. Scott got out of the car, waiting for Jackson to get in. As he was walking over, Mr. Argent called out to them.

He had closed the hood of the car, walking to the driver's side. He reached toward the key in the ignition, turning it until the engine came to life.

He gave them a charming smile. "Told you I knew a few things about cars."

They watched as the older man got into his car and drove off. When he was out of sight, Jackson turned to Scott with a scowl.

"What, are you following me now?" he asked.

"Yes, you stupid freaking idiot," Scott said, slamming the door to the jeep after Cameron had gotten out. Stiles came around the back of the car and joined them. "You almost gave away everything right there!"

"What are you talking about?" 

"He thinks you're the second beta."

"What?"

"He thinks you're me!" Scott shouted, turning around and slamming a hand on Stiles' jeep.

"Dude, my jeep," Stiles said.