Fragile (Teen Wolf/Stiles Stilinski)

Chapter 9

(Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Wolf, any of it's characters, or it's story-line. I only own Faye, her story-line, and any characters that I choose to add in.)

Chapter 9: Stiles' POV

When Scott first texted me about Faye's disappearance, I didn't expect to react in the way that I did. I'll admit that I am not exactly known for being a calm person. Hell, when Lydia went missing from the Beacon Hills Memorial Hospital in the middle of our sophomore year, I almost had a complete mental breakdown!

To be fair, Lydia did escape from a hospital after being attacked by Derek's psychotic uncle Peter, was presumably severely injured, and also possibly turning into a werewolf, but you get my point. At least I hope you do, cause otherwise I look like a freaking drama queen.

Even with that fact in mind, an average human being in my position would probably have acted more rationally. You know, like not completely freaking out and jetting off into the woods with little to no information on the actual severity of the situation.

I even practically broke my freaking nose trying to listen in on Faye and Derek in the woods. Still a bit embarrassed about that, by the way. I mean, what kind of idiot can trip over a tree root while standing still? Try this idiot. Although, I guess that it was kinda worth it in the end. Faye cleaned me up nicely, which was kind of her considering that I gave a pretty suspiciously lame-ass excuse for the injury.

"I, uh, I fell onto a pole." Real convincing, Stiles. How ever do you come up with these amazingly realistic stories of your adventures? Note the sarcasm.

Even after that shit excuse for my profusely bleeding nose, which she couldn't have actually believed, Faye just shut me up, sat me down, and took care of me. The comforting feeling of her delicate fingers patching up the injury still lingered on my skin, even after leaving Scott's place.

Okay, that sounded more than a little creepy. Whatever, I don't care about what I say about Faye anymore. Something about that girl just, I don't know, gets me going. Not in the pervy, sexual way, but more just my general breathing and heartbeat. Every time I've seen her smile, heard her voice, even just thought of her, it's felt like a shot of adrenaline, which is not exactly a great thing for someone who gets panic attacks.

The only other person that I've ever felt like this about is Lydia. "Lydia..." I groaned to myself as I drove towards my house. I completely forgot about her. Do I still love Lydia? Of course I do, I have for nearly ten years! Why would I randomly lose feelings because some new girl waltzes into town, with her beautiful long hair, perfect full lips, gorgeous blue eyes, blinding white smile...

Holy crap Stilinski, snap out of it! What is going on with you? Faye has been here for less than a day. You've gotten lunch with her once, that's literally the extent of your relationship.

Oh yeah and you went to the animal clinic together, where Scott and you discovered that she is some kind of supernatural creature that neither of you have come across yet. That means that Faye could be dangerous, and we might have to do something like we did when Jackson was the Kanima.

"Like what?" I questioned myself out loud, even though I was already very aware of the answer.

Like killing her, dumb ass! How in the hell are you supposed to be wary of this girl if you can't stop swooning over her every ten goddamn minutes?!

WOOP WOOP!

The blaring sirens of a police cruiser emanated from behind my Jeep, accompanied by the annoying flashing of those infamous red and blue lights. That usually means one of three things; I'm going over the speed limit, one of my tail lights is out, or my dad is so pissed about something that I did that he felt the need to come and find me just to gripe about it.