*the next night*
As I'm sitting on my front porch, from the corner of my eye, I notice someone walking down the sidewalk. I look up to see Stiles approaching me. "Stiles? What are you doing here?" I question.
"It's a full moon tonight," Stiles responds.
"I know," I nod.
"Well, did you also know that your brother has been acting very erratic today?"
"Well... no," I shake my head. I glance down at the bag in his hand. "What's in the bag?"
"Chains."
"For what?" I press.
"For Scott."
"Stiles--"
"Cassie, he told me if he gets out tonight, he might kill someone," he admits.
I sigh. "Great." I stand up from the steps, and we head inside. I close the door behind us and Mom walks around the corner. "Hey, Mom," I wave.
"Hey," Mom greets. She notices the bag in Stiles' hand. "What's in the bag?"
"Uh... School project," Stiles answers.
"Cassie, Stiles... he's okay, right?" Mom asks.
"Who? Scott? Yeah. Totally," Stiles nods.
"He just doesn't talk to me that much anymore, not like he used to," Mom admits.
"Well, he's had a bit of a rough week," Stiles points out.
"Yeah, yeah. I get it. Yeah. Um, okay. You guys be careful tonight."
"You, too."
"Full moon," Mom adds.
"What?"
"There's a full moon tonight," Mom elaborates with a chuckle. "You should see how the ER gets. Brings out all the nut jobs."
"Oh. Right."
"You know, it's actually where they came up with the word "lunatic."
Oh.
She walks past us and out the front door. We head upstairs and Stiles opens Scott's door. He flips the light on and turns his head to see Scott sitting in his chair. "Oh, my God," Stiles gasps. "Dude. You scared the hell out of me."
"Mom said you weren't home yet," I state.
"I came in through the window," Scott responds. I notice the tone of his voice is off.
"Okay," I slowly nod.
"Uh, well, let's get this set up. I want you to see what I bought," Stiles says before leans down and opens his bag.
"I'm fine." We look up at him. "I'm just gonna lock the door and go to bed early tonight."
"You sure about that? 'Cause you've got this kind of serial killer look going on in your eyes, and I'm hoping it's the full moon taking effect, 'cause it's really starting to freak me out," Stiles admits.
"I'm fine," Scott insists. "You should go now."
Stiles glances at me. "All right, I'll leave." He sighs. "Well, look, would you at least look in the bag and see what I bought? You know, maybe you use it, maybe you don't. Sound good?"
Scott slowly rises from the chair and walks over to us. He kneels in front of the bag and pulls out a bundle of chains. "You think I'm gonna let you put these on and chain me up like a dog?"
I swallow the lump in my throat. "Actually, no."
Suddenly, he grabs Scott's wrist and handcuffs him to the radiator in his room. He quickly backs away.
"What the hell are you doing?!" Scott shouts as he pulls at the handcuff.
"Protecting you from yourself and giving you some payback," Stiles replies. My brows furrow. "For making out with Lydia."
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"You Don't Know Me" || Derek Hale
Fanfiction"Why? You don't even know him." "You don't even know me." "You barely know him, Cassie!" "You barely know me." They went from barely knowing each other to falling in love.
