𝗖𝗹𝗮𝗶𝗿𝘃𝗼𝘆𝗮𝗻𝘁

Co-Captain

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I stare out the window at Jackson and Argent, in the seemingly empty parking lot. "Do we really need to save Jackson's life?" I huff, "He's shitty."

"Shitty..." Scott agrees, "but harmless."

Stiles takes less than a half a second after Scott's approval to stick his head out the window. "What's up?"

"Is everything okay?" Scott joins, staring at Argent.

He purses his lips and puts on a smile and a nod. "Hey, Scott. Your friend here was just having car trouble. We're just taking a look."

I squint my eyes, "There's a shop down the street. I'm sure they have a tow truck."

"Yeah, you want a ride?" Stiles asks.

Jackson apprehensively exchanges glances between us and Argent.

Stiles sighs, "Come on, Jackson - you're way too pretty to be out here all by yourself."

"Hey guys?" We all turn to look at Argent, who seemingly fixes Jackson's car in a split second. "I told you I knew a few things about cars." He waits for a minute, but waves and turns around when none of us respond.

Jackson drops his shy act the second Argent's car peels out of the parking lot, and marches our way. "What, are you following me now?" He grits his teeth, "First you beat me up - and get away with it - and now you follow me?"

"We didn't beat you up." I say straight faced.

Confusion flashes in Jackson's eyes. "Wha-"

Scott cuts him off by answering his question, "Yes, you stupid freaking idiot! We are following you. You almost gave away everything, right there!"

"What are you talking about?"

Scott's eyes roll back in his head as he pushes his hair away from his line of sight. "He thinks you're the second beta."

"What?" Jackson scoffs.

"He thinks you're me." Scott ends the sentence with a loud smack on Stiles' car.

"Dude, my Jeep..."

"The Jeep!"

Scott continues, seemingly ignoring us. "I can hear your heart beating from a mile away - literally! Now he thinks that there's something wrong, and now I have to keep an eye on you so he doesn't kill you, too!" Another smack lands on the Jeep.

Stiles reaches out his hand, trying to guide Scott, "Okay, how about we step away from Stiles' Jeep..."

He's pushed away by Jackson, who has gotten closer to Scott. "This is your problem, not mine, okay? I didn't say anything, which means you're the one that's gonna get me killed. Okay? This is your fault!" Another hit to the car.

"Can we stop hitting my Jeep?" Stiles groans. They continue regardless, whacking their hands on the Jeep like a toddler throwing a tantrum.

I sigh and wedge my body between theirs. "Get your hormonal bitch-fit hands off the car!"

"Sorry Mae." Scott sighs.

He looks back over to Jackson. "When they come after you, I won't be able to protect you." His glance changes from Jackson to Stiles and I, "I can't protect anyone."

Jackson uses Scott's words to his advantage, "You know, now you have to do it. Get me what I want, and I will be fine protecting myself."

"No, you won't! Just trust me-- all it does is make things worse." Scott argues.