loving a hunter | Allison Argent

Magic bullet

pov Luna: 

"Dude, you guys need to study more." Stiles says when we get back our test results, I put the paper back on the table as I look at him. "That was a joke. Come on Scott, it's one test. You're gonna make it up. Do you want help studying?" It's very noticeable that Scott is not happy with his D-. "No, i'm studying with Allison after school today." Stiles eyes widen. "That's my boy." I raise my eyebrows at him. "They're just studying."

"uh, no they're not." Stiles says pointing his pencil at me. "I'm not." Scott asks him being as lost as I am. "No you're not." Stiles answers and we now both caught on to what he meant. "I don't need to hear anything else about that." I tell them looking back to my test. "But maybe you can actually help me study, I suck at this." I show him my test again which also has a D- on it. "Of course." 

"But since Scott is hanging out with the new girl, how about you and me watch that movie you've been talking about?" Scott is hanging out with Allison and Lydia is with Jackson, so  since I don't feel like being by myself I gotta turn to Stiles. "You said you didn't wanna watch it with me." I shrug knowing I only said that because I was with Lydia that day. "Well, it was sister time, now it's our time." I give him a little nudge raising my eyes. "Fine, but only because I really want to watch it." We do our handshake that we created last time we hung out. "It's a date." The bell rings and school is over, finally.

I happily get into Stiles his jeep and al though it's pretty old, it still drives for some reason. I was looking down at my phone when Stiles slams on the brakes. "What the hell!" I yell at Stiles and when I look up I see Derek Hale standing in front of the jeep looking like he's dying. "You gotta be kidding me. This guy is everywhere." Stiles says as the cars behind us honk at us. "What the hell?" Scott runs to Derek who has fallen to the ground. Me and Stiles also both get out of the car. "He's not looking so good man." Stiles says. 

"Yea, he looks like he's dead." I'm not even being dramatic like this man is whiter than he already normally is. "So you were shot, with what? A silver bullet?" I ask him knowing it's always silver that kills a werewolf. "No, you idiot." Well he's still insulting me which means he's not possessed by some sort of spirit. "That's what she meant when she said you had 48 hours." Scott mumbles  to himself. "What? Who said 48 hours?" 

"The one who shot you." Derek starts to groan and his eyes are glowing a bright blue color. "What are you doing? stop that." Scott says as he looks around to see if anyone is watching. "That's what i'm trying to tell you. I can't." Derek says his eyes still flickering that blue color. "Alright boys, help him up." I say pointing to Derek. 

They get him up and put him in the jeep as the other cars are still honking their horns. "I need you to find out what kind of bullet they used." Derek says as Scott closes the door of the jeep. "How the hell am I supposed to do that?" And as those two go on and on about Scotts little mission i'm looking at Stiles. "Are we really about to takes this guy with us?" I ask him looking at the almost dead guy sitting in Stiles' jeep. "I don't think we have a choice, partner." He says jumping into the jeep and I get into the back. "I speak for the both of us when I say, I hate you for this." Stiles says driving off. 

We've been driving around for a while now and i'm starting to get bored. Stiles has already texted Scott but he's saying that he needs more time. And we were taking Derek to his house but now he's saying we can't so Stiles pulled up to the side of the road. "What happens if Scott doesn't find your little magic bullet? Hmm? Are you dying?" Stiles asks and I can understand him completely, someone does seem to be dying in his car. "Not yet, I have a last resort." He pulls up his sleeve and blood is just comes out of the bullet wound and it's disgusting. "Uhg, is that contagious? You know what, you should probably just get out."

"Start the car. Now." Derek demands and i'm actually feeling sick seeing his arm. "Not before you put that thing back in it's sleeve, otherwise I might just throw up." I point to his sleeve and he puts it back down. "I don't think you should be barking orders with the way you look. In fact I think if I wanted to I could probably drag your little werewolf ass onto the middle..."