Inferno - Stiles Stilinski

Chapter 13

For once, I'm actually about to fall asleep before midnight when my brother busts through the front door and very loudly, might I add, runs up the stairs...

I'm not really talking to him right now; I'm guessing it's not exactly a shock as to why. I don't blame Allison for it though, she was actually just as surprised as I was, if not more, and has been apologizing ever since it happened.

But it's not like she was the one to save her crush/girlfriend or whatever over her twin, so there's really nothing for her to apologize for.

If Sheriff Stilinski hadn't been there, I would either be dead or in the hospital right now. So, after all of that went down, I haven't spoken to or, now that I think about it, even looked at Scott.

Initially, I don't plan on asking what happened at Allison's that caused him to be so upset, either. But, knowing I'm just gonna obsess over what's going on with him rather than going to sleep, I jump out of bed and yell at him on my way to his room through our shared bathroom.

Curse my nosey personality.

I can talk to him and still be mad right?

"What the hell Scott, I thought you were at Allison's, what's all the stomping and slamming abou-?!"

Upon entering his room, I see him shutting and locking his door, before doing the same with his window, then lowering the blinds, well I think it's safe to say this wasn't about a breakup.

Then again, Allison's dad is a werewolf hunter so...

He shoots past me, probably going to close my windows too... but jokes on him, since Derek started popping up, they're always closed and locked.

"Scott... hellooooo."

He darts back in and over to his window and starts to peek out through the blinds. He then turns on his lamp, which illuminates Derek Hale sitting in the chair in the corner of Scott's room.

"AHHHHH!! OH MY GOD WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?" I shriek. The unexpected appearance makes me jump and hold onto my arms, rubbing them slightly. All of a sudden I'm very aware of how little my sleep tank top and shorts actually cover, and I become extremely self conscious about it.

This guy truly gives me the creeps, does he really have to show up out of nowhere like a zit on picture day?

"You seriously need to stop doing that." Scott huffs at him.

"So, what happened? Did he talk to you?"

"Wait what? Who? When?" I question.

"The Alpha."

"YOU TALKED TO THE ALPHA?" I whip my face towards my traitorous twin brother for the first time in days.

"Yeah. We had a nice conversation about the weather." Scott rolls his eyes before sighing, "No, he didn't talk."

"Well did you get anything off of him? An impression?" Derek asks.

"What do you mean?"

The older werewolf stands from his seated position, "Remember, your other senses are heightened. Communication doesn't have to be spoken. What kind of feeling did you get from him?"

Oooo, I didn't know werewolves could sense what others feel... or maybe it's just with other werewolves... either way now is NOT the time to ask.

"Anger..." Scott thoughtfully says.

"Well, no shit. Probably explains the killing people thing." I mutter.

"Focused on you?" Derek ignores me.