An Unrequested Gift - Teen Wolf Fanfiction (Scott x OFC x Stiles)

Cut Off My F*cking Arm

Chapter 4

Cut Off My F*cking Arm

Tests were being handed out in class, and Penelope waited for hers when she felt a tap on her desk, looking ahead to see Stiles in the seat in front of her and Scott sitting in front of him, both looking at her.

"You still listening?" he whispered, and she nodded. He turned back to Scott and asked, "If Derek's not the Alpha, if he's not the one who bit you, who did?"

"I don't know," Scott says, and Stiles leans back, turning around again, "Well I guess Nelly was right about it not being him after all."

"When am I not right?" she joked, forcing a smile out of Scott.

"Did the Alpha kill the bus driver?" Stiles wondered.

"I don't know," he answered, beginning to get frustrated.

"Does Allison's dad know about the Alpha?"

"I don't know!" Scott shouts, causing the class to look back at them and Penelope to blush in embarrassment.

The teacher places her test on her desk, and she smiles, seeing a big red A on the front page. Stiles also got an A, but when she sits up and leans over Stiles' shoulder to see Scott's grade, she winces.

"Oof, Scotty, want us to tutor you?" she whispers, her face still by Stiles' ear, startling him.

"Jeez, you're like a little ninja sometimes, Nels," he placed a hand over his heart, "But yeah, you need help studying?"

"I already said I'd study with Allison at her house after school," he says apologetically.

"That's my boy!" Stiles says proudly.

"What?" Penelope asks, confused.

"Don't listen to him," Scott tells her, "We're just studying."

"Uh, no you're not!" Stiles starts.

"I'm not?" Scott asks.

"Not if I'm forced to live vicariously through you. If you go to her house today and squander that colossal opportunity, I swear to God, I will have you de-balled," Stiles threatens him.

Penelope leans back in her chair and begins looking at her test, not interested in hearing about this anymore. She vaguely hears 'Derek' and 'Alpha' again before something catches her attention.

"Ask Penelope to study since that's clearly what you want to do," Stiles says, making her look up, a questioning look in her eyes.

"Huh?" she asks, "What are you guys talking about?"

Scott is glaring at Stiles, who is glaring right back for a moment. "Nothing," they say at the same time.

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Penelope is leaning against the passenger door of the Jeep when she sees Stiles walking up, "Hey. You and Scott still acting pissy from earlier?" She still didn't understand what had happened, but once again felt like she was on the outside looking in.

"No, we're fine, sorry about that, just things have been stressful lately, y'know?" He digs through his bag for his keys, "And I think it's getting to all of us."

"Tell me about it," Penelope agreed, rubbing her temples.

"Migraines back?" he asked, concerned. "Do you need to get back on your prescription?"

"I might, honestly, just because I can, so why not?"

He reverses and pulls them out of their spot, driving through the lot for barely five seconds when none other than Derek Hale walks in front of the car. Stiles slams on the brakes, honking his horn. Derek looked shaky and pale, and when he started to wobble, she threw open the passenger seat and ran to his side, making it there before he fell but only barely able to soften his fall due to how heavy he was.