Gone Girl ━━ Derek Hale [2] [Completed]

[11] Intoxicated Flirting

[11] Chapter Eleven

Intoxicated Flirting

Jungle by X Ambassadors, Jamie N Commons

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"What do we do now?" Stiles asked quickly but Scott already sprinted out of the car door, jumping over the fence and in search of the Kanima. After the Kanima, which was revealed to be Jackson, ran off, Derek took off after it while Boyd took his two unconscious beta friends back to the train station. Allison was put in charged of taking Lydia home who was literally freaking out about this whole thing.

She couldn't believe it, not one bit. That Jackson Whittemore was the Kanima. Clara had sort of considered Jackson a friend, a very asshole friend but a friend none the less. Derek and his pack lurking around the house and trying to kill them was also on Clara's list of "Things Derek Hale Has Done Wrong" list. Yes, there was a list and it was long.

Clara reached out to open the door but Stiles reeled her back into her seat, "You're not going back there!"

"And why not?" She questioned him.

"Because, because the Kanima is protecting you so it would just run away if it sees you." Stiles retorted, thinking of a reason rather quickly.

Clara rolled her jaw, shutting her eyes as she slumped into her seat, "You're right. But we still don't even know why the Kanima is protecting me."

"Maybe." Stiles huffed, "Maybe it's got nothing to do with the Kanima but maybe something with Jackson."

Her face scrunched up, "What do you mean?"

"I mean, like, maybe you're somehow connected to Jackson, not the Kanima." He tried to explain.

Clara just nodded before her interest perked up, hearing gun shots in the distance, "I think the Argents are here."

His eyes widened, "Why, why would you think that?"

"'Cause I hear gun shots. What if Scott doesn't come back?" She asked anxiously while tapping her foot.

"Then he'll text or call us to meet somewhere." Stiles reassured her but seconds later, his phone ringed. Stiles looked at the screen before starting his car, "Scott wants us to meet at some club on the other side of town."

As the car started to drive off, going to whatever directions Scott at sent, Clara looked over at Stiles, confused, "A club?"

"Yep, The Jungle."

As Clara and Stiles walked up the side of the tall bricked building, the club, they spotted Scott who was peering over the corner, looking at everyone entering the club at the entrance. Honestly, Clara didn't understand why the Kanima would go to a club but it didn't really matter.

Scott jumped and yelp once he noticed that Clara and Stiles were right behind him, startling by their appearance, "Sorry, sorry. Did you see where he went?"

He shook his head, "No, I lost him." He muttered.

"You couldn't catch his scent!" Stiles exclaimed.

"I don't think he has one." Scott said before glancing back at the entrance.

"All right, any clue where he's going."

"...To kill someone."

"Ah. That explains the claws, and the fangs, and all that. Good. Makes perfect sense now. " Both Clara and Scott looked back at Stiles, both frowning at Stiles' sarcasm. While Clara wasn't exactly annoyed it, she just found it unhelpfully in this situation, "What? Come on. I'm 147 pounds of pale skin and fragile bone, okay? Sarcasm is my only defense."