True Crime (Teen wolf Derek Hale X Male OC)

Chapter 11 - Jailbird

Stiles' battered old jeep rolled up to the chain link fence that surrounded the school's parking lot. I wonder how long it would take for this to go terribly. Scott climbed out of the passenger seat and began climbing the fence, I followed. Somewhat to see if he'd fall.

"Just me. Someone needs to keep watch." Scott said to Stiles, much to the boy's disappointment.

"How come I'm always the guy keeping watch?" Stiles sulked, wanting to be a part of the action. Could he even make it over the fence?

"Because there's only three of us and Alan did gymnastics for 6 years"Scott spoke, referencing the climb over the fence. It was true. I had been mocked for it when I told them, but who's laughing now, Stiles.

"Why's it starting to feel like you're *Batman and I'm Robin? I don't want to be Robin all the time." What was wrong with being Robin? All of the Robins were great.

"Nobody's Batman or Robin any of the time." Scott just wanted to get this over with, and mainly know if he actually did maul that bus driver. Was it weird I almost found this funny?

Scott finally finished climbing the fence, so I began climbing. "Just to be clear, I'm Robin. You're like Alfred or something." I giggled, vaulting over the fence with relative ease. Stiles looked enraged as I did.

I followed behind Scott as we made our way to the bus, but kept a healthy distance. Scott looked at the damaged door of the bus and took a deep breath, entering a trance or flashback of some kind.

Scott's eyes snap open, and he gathers himself before entering the bus and walking down the aisle, running his hands along the empty vinyl seats.

Scott's state suddenly shifts, as he grips the seat with a now-clawed hand, as he looks like he's being assaulted by his own senses, as what I assume were memories of that night fill his mind.

I cautiously reach forward to place a hand on his shoulder, as he mumbles something about it being his blood all over the bus quietly, before a blaring horn shocks me into stumbling into the seats next to me.

"You in the bus! Stay where you are!"

We both flew into autopilot, Scott motioning to grab me and pull me out of the bus, "Scott, go! They'll know it's your blood!" Scott looked at me thankfully, before bolting out of the bus with inhuman speed.

The security guard roughly grabbing me reminded me that I was being arrested, while Scott flipped over the fence like an olympian. Silver lining?

Being detained on school property for interfering with a crime scene was worrying, to say the least.

Sure, He enjoyed everything about true crime, but he couldn't help but think about how this could affect his entire life. Would it go on his permanent record? there goes med school, law school, or wherever he wanted to join life. Gone.

"Mind telling me what the hell you were doing on that bus?" Sheriff Stilinski was an intimidating man when he wanted to be, and I couldn't help but squirm under his intense stare and questioning. After an entire night in a jail cell, waiting for the sheriff to come in during his personal hours, I was beyond tired. Jail was hell.

"Researching... for my podcast?" Honestly, not a bad lie. Would I have to start a podcast now?

"You broke into a crime scene after hours for.. research?" The sheriff wasn't stupid, but it also seemed like he knew I wasn't involved in the crime. Hopefully.

I only nodded in response.The large man sighed, before leaving the room briefly and re-entering. "Well, you aren't a match for any of the blood at the scene, and it's unlikely you could do whatever the hell happened to that man. So I'm letting you off with a warning." Could Stiles's friendship actually be helping him right now? Well, that's a first.

"But, if I find you anywhere near that crime scene again, or you pull any hijinks with that son of mine you will be back in that cell, got it?" I only nodded again. "You also can't be released until I've... contacted your parents"

"Oh fuck me" I slammed my head on the table dramatically, as the sheriff gave me a knowing look. My parents hadn't exactly been ... involved lately.

After my parents separated, I lived with my mother full time and barely got to see my father, I wasn't even fully sure where he was.

My mother had been on a string of vacations ever since, leaving me in the care of uncles or aunts for a while before just leaving me to take care of myself.

My mother was most likely currently hours away, meaning I'd be here for god knows how long. The sheriff knew what my parents were like, but he obviously had to follow the law.After being guided back to the cell that was as dehumanising as a zoo enclosure, I pondered on what I'd be doing for the next forever.

The sheriff had let me call Stiles to tell him that everything was fine, just that I'd be stuck here for a while. I should have called Scott though because instead of sympathy I just got prison shower jokes.

I had read every single word carved throughout the cell, and even added a few of my own. I had dragged my hand across every single bar in every direction and hung upside down on the bench until I felt sick and my parents still weren't there.

It must've been around 9 in the morning when Sheriff Stilinski came back for his next shift, and a familiar clicking of heels caught my attention.

My mother, in all of her post-party glory stood on the other side of the bars, with a look of anger on her face.

"You broke into a crime scene?!"

"It's not as bad as it sounds! And where were you? I've been in here all night!"

"Well, hopefully, it scared you straight. We're going straight home, mister."

And then I was home, dirty and exhausted from my night in jail. The things I do for my friends.