𝗖𝗹𝗮𝗶𝗿𝘃𝗼𝘆𝗮𝗻𝘁

Alpha

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I feel my phone vibrate from my pocket and I take it out, squinting at the screen. "He got a picture of it." I hold the picture of Allisons necklace up to Stiles' face, so close that he has to back up and push my phone away. 

"I'm nearsighted!" He complains. 

"No, dumbass, you're farsighted if you can't see well up close." I interject, while shoving my phone back in my pocket. Stiles rolls his eyes and scoffs, as if to say 'i knew that'. The second my phone comfortably fits in my pocket, it starts ringing. I sigh and pull it back out, holding it to my ear. 

"Did you get the picture?" Scott's voice is a bit rushed on the other end of the phone. 

Before I can answer, Stiles rips the phone out of my hand. "Yeah. We di-"

Derek pulls the same move as Stiles and snatches it out of his hands. "Hey, is there something on the back of it? There's gotta be something - an inscription, an opening, something..."

"No, no, the thing's flat." Scott explains, "And, no, it doesn't open. There's nothing in it, on it, around it, nothing. And where are you guys? You're supposed to be here. You're first line, Stiles." 

A yell is heard from the background, which is unmistakably Coach. "Where the hell is Bilinski and Martini?" 

"Martini?" I question, staring at the phone screen. "Why does he even need me?"

"Did you forget?" Scott questions, staying silent for a second while awaiting my answer. "Your job is to help Coach with the equipment!" 

"Oh..." I chew on my bottom lip and widen my eyes at Stiles. 

Stiles sighs and rips the phone back from Derek. "Look, if you see my dad, can you tell him...tell him i''ll be there, i'll just be a little bit late, okay? All right, thanks." 

"Bye, love you!" Stiles hangs up the phone before I can finish saying goodbye, and tosses it back over to me, hoping that I catch it and don't end up with a cracked screen. 

I shove it back into my pocket and turn to face Derek. 

"You're not gonna make it."

"I know." I sigh. 

"And you didn't tell him about the text being sent from his moms work computer either." 

Stiles fakes a smile, "Derek Hale, the constant bearer of bad news." 

I push my head in the space between the two front seats, "We can't tell him until we know the truth." 

"By the way? one more thing." Derek says, raising his arm up. 

"Yeah?" 

He quickly slams Stiles face against the steering wheel, hard enough for me to wonder if he will get a broken nose before the lacrosse game even starts. "Ooh...!" I wince. 

"Oh god! What the hell was that -" Stiles groans.

Derek interjects, "You know what that was for!" 

"It was for cousin Miguel." I say. 

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Stiles and I step into the seemingly empty hospital. "Is Derek really so lazy that he sent us in here just so that he could sit in the car?" 

"Are you surprised?" I question, looking around the hospital. "Must not be a busy day."

"Yeah, i'm surprised! Because Mr. Werewolf-stamina wants to be lazy, but I, the human, can't!" Stiles complains, disregarding my last comment. "Oh, look at that." He holds up his phone, "Lazy ass wants to call me."