RENEGADE | "You wouldn't be the first renegade to need somebody." - Big Red Machine
In which Ainsley Dunbar transfers to a new school and learns secrets about her new friends, her town, and herself.
Teen Wolf
Seasons One to Six
Stiles Stilinski x O...
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"I somehow find you and I collide." ---
"You're going to have an aneurysm if you don't calm down," I say to Scott as I sit on the floor in his room.
Stiles is sitting on the desk chair while Scott is tearing apart the room, looking for his cell phone. "It'll heal if I do," Scott tells me easily and I tilt my head.
"That's not the point –"
"Call it again!" he exclaims as he continues to shuffle through everything in his bedroom.
I lean my head back against the wall, looking over at Stiles. "It's your turn to reason with him," I say, raising my hands in surrender. "Because he went to the Hale house and found Derek about to literally kill Jackson, and when they started fighting, the Argents busted in and shot up the place. He somehow managed to get out or was pulled out by Deaton – yeah, his boss, Deaton – who helped him with some of his wounds back at the animal clinic. Then, Peter freaking Hale came to retrieve him from the clinic, thinking he was entitled to him because he bit him, but was blocked by something called mountain ash. And then Peter freaking threatened us – all of us – and all Scott's worried about is finding his goddamn cell phone!"
At my rant, Stiles sighs, pretty much ignoring me and turning to Scott to offer simply, "It's not here." Scott doesn't listen, he keeps looking through his stuff. "Okay, so you lost your phone. Why don't you just get a new one?"
"I can't afford a new one, and I can't do this alone," Scott answers, looking under his bed. "We have to find Derek."
"Well, A, you're not alone, you have Ainsley and me," Stiles starts off, offended. I bring my hand to my chin, running my fingertips lightly over the makeup-covered nodules and bumps that have formed from stress in the last few weeks – cystic acne is a bitch. "And B, didn't you say Derek walked into gunfire?"
"Dude sounds pretty dead," I say bluntly, now fiddling with the bunched up fabric around the knees of my jeans.
"Argent's plan was to use him to get to the Alpha," Scott explains. "They're not gonna kill him."
"All right, so then, just let them do what they're planning, you know?" Stiles suggests. "They use Derek to find Peter, problem solved."
"Not if Peter's going after Allison to find Derek!" Scott exclaims frustratedly. He rifles through his desk. "I can't protect her on my own, which means we need to find Derek first. Just-just help me!"
He tosses a small orange ball off his desk and it hits Stiles in the head. My lips quirk quickly as Stiles gives Scott an offended look, but it goes unnoticed because he's still looking for his phone. I force the corners of my mouth down again, swallowing thickly.
