UNLOVEABLE ─ s.stilinski

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CHAPTER FIVE
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The next morning, police cars surrounded the Hale house. Rhys watched from beside Scott, as Derek was marched out of the house in handcuffs. He looked at them with a scowl, making Rhys glare back at him.

A moment later, Stiles attempted to casually walk over to the cruiser from the forest nearby, he had his hands in his pockets and he seemed to be whistling, making him look like the most suspicious person ever.

Rhys huffed under his breath, leaving Scott in their hiding place and jogging over to grab Stiles' arm before he could enter the car.

"What are you doing?" He hissed, making intense eye contact with Stiles.

"Going to talk to Derek," Stiles confessed, "What?" he asked, noticing Rhys' judging stare, "It's not like he can kill me."

"I'm pretty sure he can," Rhys pointed out, "and is this really a good idea after we just got him arrested?"

"Well then come with me," He said quickly, and without waiting for a reply, hopped into the driver's seat of the police car.

Rhys muttered angrily under his breath, before following the annoying boy into the car, sitting in the passenger seat. They both turned around to face Derek.

"Okay, just so you know, I'm not afraid of you." claimed Stiles, which was an obvious lie. Rhys turned to him with a look that read: 'Really?'

Derek tilted his head down to scowl deeply at Stiles.

"...Okay maybe I am," he admitted with a nervous breath.

"Who's this?" Derek questioned, turning his glare to Rhys, who gulped instinctively.

"Uh... Rhys Corvus." He replied, suddenly feeling very claustrophobic under the werewolf's brooding stare.

Derek's expression dark expression visibly changed after he said his name, a look of... recognition?

"Great, a dead spirit." the werewolf sighed, glowering at the two.

Stiles gaped at Derek, then at Rhys, who furrowed his brows in confusion, his lips slightly parted. "Dead spirit? I'm not dead or a spirit." He attempted to convince him, "I'm human, flesh and blood."

"For now," Derek stated bluntly, Rhys nervously looked at Stiles, who shared the same concerns.

Before they could say anything else to Derek, Stiles was pulled out of the car by the sheriff. Rhys, no longer wanting to be anywhere near Derek, followed them.

The Sheriff dragged Stiles over to a less crowded spot, Rhys followed like a lost puppy, knowing he couldn't escape because he was already seen. He was just thankfully Maya wasn't working today.

"There. Stand," commanded Sheriff Stilinski, letting go of his son, who sighed loudly before meeting his father's eyes. "What the hell do you two think you're doing?" He added in an irritated voice.

"We're just trying to help!" attempted Stiles.

Rhys pressed his lips firmly together.