The Wild Side | Stiles Stilinski | One

13 - Bullseye

"You both owe me some serious explanations."

I'd cornered Scott and Stiles at Scott's locker the next morning. After being hounded for answers all week, neither of them looked surprised to see me anymore, just resigned.

"Good morning to you too, Scarlett," Stiles said with an overly cheery smile. "You look lovely today."

My expression did not change, and after a seconds, he withered.

"Yeah, didn't think that was gonna work. So! We know that you are...probably here to talk about...Derek..."

"Yup."

"Which is great! Because we are going to explain...everything that happened yesterday."

"Good."

"...Scott, after you."

Scott glared at Stiles, looking almost as annoyed as I felt, but stepped up to the plate anyway.

"Derek was looking for me."

"Yeah, I knew that," I said stiffly. "Why?"

"I told him that we needed to talk. I hadn't seen him around, I knew you were waiting on answers, so I said we needed to meet up. I never expected him to show up at school."

"Okay, and did you talk?"

"...no..."

"Of course not," I scoffed. I was just about ready to start punching him again, which Scott must've sensed, because he hurried on.

"We didn't have time to talk because he was hurt. He got clipped by a car on the way here, and that's why he went with Stiles. He was just giving him a ride to the hospital."

"Is he okay?" I asked, making Stiles scoff.

"You're seriously concerned if the stalker is gonna pull through okay?"

"Well if you hate him so much why did you drive him?"

"Because Scott made me!"

"He was seriously hurt," Scott said, more to Stiles than me. "No matter what he's done, no one deserves to die like that."

"Die?" I asked in alarm, and both boys hurried to recover.

"Not like that!"

"No, he's not—definitely not dead—"

"—wasn't that bad, actually—"

"—totally gonna be fine, unfortunately—"

"—I just meant like, metaphorically."

I looked between them with a blank face. Truly, I could not understand how two guys so disastrously bad at lying were still able to keep so many secrets. Luckily for them, I had bigger things to worry about.

"Fine. What does any of this have to do with Jackson?"

"Jackson?" Scott asked, looking surprised. "Nothing. Why?"

"Cause Derek attacked him yesterday when he was looking for you."

"What?"

I frowned, watching them closely, but their surprise at least looked genuine. "What, Derek forgot to mention that?"

"Uh yeah," said Stiles, "he was a little busy issuing death threats if I didn't drive faster, cause he's an annoying a—"

"What happened to Jackson?" Scott pressed.

"I don't know exactly," I sighed. "I wasn't there. From the sounds of it, Derek hobbled in looking high, demanded to know where you were, and then slammed Jackson into the wall so hard his head started bleeding."