"You Don't Know Me" || Derek Hale

15.

Stiles pulls up to the fence surrounding the high school, and Scott hops out of the car. Both Stiles and I follow him when he speaks. "Hey, no, just me. Someone needs to keep watch."

"Cassie can keep watch," Stiles responds.

"The hell I will," I scoff.

"How come I'm always the guy keeping watch?" Stiles asks.

"How about we both keep watch?" I suggest.

"Okay, why's it starting to feel like you're Batman and I'm Robin?" Stiles questions making me roll my eyes. "I don't want to be Robin all the time."

"Nobody's Batman and Robin any of the time," Scott replies.

"Not even some of the time?"

"Oh, my God. Scott, go," I groan before grabbing Stiles' hand and dragging him back over to his Jeep.

We hop back in the Jeep, and I sigh. I lean my head back and close my eyes. "Is there something going on between you and Derek?" Stiles asks.

"What?!" I exclaim as I sit up. "Why would there be something going on between me and Derek?"

"Scott told me he saw you at Derek's house."

"Well, I was at Derek's house, but we were just hanging out," I shrug.

"Why are you hanging out with a killer?"

I scoff. "First off, he's not a killer."

"You don't know that."

"Okay, if I don't know that he's not a killer, then, you don't know that he is a killer," I respond.

"Who else would it have been? There were wolf hairs found on the body. The only reason he was released is because they think an animal killed her, but we know things they don't," he points out.

"That's true, but who's to say there isn't another werewolf out there?"

"Maybe, but it makes more sense to suspect the other known werewolf in town."

"It doesn't make more sense. It's just easier to blame the obvious person," I correct.

"What if your judgements being clouded by the fact that you like him?" he suggests.

"Well, I don't like him, so that's not what's happening," I roll my eyes.

"Well, I think you do like him."

"Yeah, you think whatever you want. That doesn't make it true." I look out at the buses when I notice the flash of a flashlight near the buses. "Stiles!" He looks over, and his eyes widen. He immediately hits the horn, and I quickly slide into the backseat.

I watch as Scott runs out of the bus and jumps on top of a car before jumping over the sense. He lands on the ground and rushes over to the car. "Come on, come on, come on," Stiles urges as he starts the engine.

Scott jumps into the car. "Go! Go! Go! Go!"

Stiles quickly backs away from the fence and spins the car around before driving down the road. "Did it work? Did you remember?" I ask.

"Yeah, I was there last night. And the blood, a lot of it was mine," Scott admits.

"So you did attack him?" Stiles questions.

"No. I saw glowing eyes in the bus, but they weren't mine. It was Derek."

I scoff and roll my eyes.

Not this again.

"What about the driver?" I press.

"I think I was actually trying to protect him."

"Why the hell would Derek help you remember that he attacked the driver?" I point out.

"That's what I don't get."

"It's got to be a pack thing," Stiles suggests.

"What do you mean?"

"Like an initiation. You do the kill together."

I groan. "Because ripping someone's throat out is a real bonding experience?"

"Yeah, but Scott didn't do it, which means he's not a killer," Stiles states. "And it also means that..."

"I can go out with Allison," Scott smiles.

"I was gonna say it means you won't kill me or your sister."

"Oh, yeah. That, too."