"I know you know about weird stuff happening and I don't doubt that you've been doing your research," Blaire nodded for him to continue. "I uh- I just wanna let you know what me and Scott do is kinda dangerous and can definitely get you hurt or wors...
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iv. MAGIC BULLET
PART TWO
THE FAINT SOUND OF STILES' ENGINE WAS THE ONLY THING THAT MANAGED TO BRING THE GROUP SOME SORT OF PEACE AS WILD THOUGHTS SCATTERED EVERYONE'S HEAD. Blaire's mind went from her and Isaac's argument to Stile's scaring her to the dying man in the back seat. Stile's eyes remained on the road, but his mind was elsewhere like what would happen if they do by a chance save Derek. Stiles and Scott still have a target on his back, thanks to his defective detective skills.
They haven't even made it to the end of the day and it was already more than eventful for the three. Blaire rolled the window to breathe fresh air instead of the putrid scene roaming the jeep. Stiles' mind lingered to what Blaire might've thought. No matter what type of hell he went through, his mind always went back to her.
After driving for what felt like hours, he came to his best solution to the problem- taking her home. Technically Blaire, didn't agree to the risk and he didn't want her to become a witness to what would possibly happen if Scott ran out of time.
Hearing any type of movement from the backseat, further irritated him. He was hoping to have more alone time her, but he decided to get shot and come to his school today of all days. Reading the text from his phone Stiles groaned and threw it in the cup holder. Scott claimed he needed more time, but he had a hard time buying that.
Every time a situation involved Allison, which seemed to be a lot lately, Scott ignored his judgment and morals and in return people got hurt. Stiles was just hoping it wouldn't get to a point where Blaire or his dad would fall victim to the wolf's carelessness.
The pop of the phone hitting him hitting the upholding caused Blaire to shift her head facing his direction, "Are you okay?" she quietly asked. The brunette grew concerned for her new best friend. As the words rolled out her mouth, Blaire mentally face palmed herself. There was a man dying in the backseat and judging from his reaction, Scott was nowhere near to getting the "bullet."
Taking one look at his rearview mirror, he sighed and rolled his eyes. Stiles figured Derek was being dramatic and could easily walk it out. Either way, he didn't want Blaire to be in harm's way, so he replied with the last thing he wanted to do, "Yeah, I'm just trying to get you home," he answered, making a turn down a familiar street.
She pursed her lips together firmly and shook her head. "No," she sternly replied.
He wrinkled his eyebrows and kept his eye on the road. Stiles was afraid if he looked at her, he'd give in. "Bebe, I don't want to risk you getting hurt."
