The Wild Side | Stiles Stilinski | One

30 - Jackass Whittemore

"Oh my God, we're gonna die!"

"Stiles! Shut up!"

I pulled hard on the steering wheel, sending the Camaro flying around a sharp corner at about 75 MPH. Even with the risky twists and turns, Kate's green Kia was still on our tail. I glanced in the rearview mirror, almost able to make out her light brown hair and determined face.

"Scarlett!" Scott cried.

My eyes flashed back to the road and flew wide as I realized how quickly the end of the street was coming up. I yanked on the steering wheel again, wincing at the high-pitched squeal the tires made as we skidded.

"Whoopsie," I breathed, slamming my foot on the gas once more.

I pulled onto a straighter road, finally able to accelerate without worrying about so many turns. Scott was pressed back into his chair, holding onto the handgrip in the ceiling for dear life. He looked like he was about to burst into tears.

"Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, oh my God—"

"Why the hell did we let her drive?!" Stiles exclaimed from the backseat.

"Because," I explained happily, grinning devilishly at the road. "Derek doesn't trust you two with the Camaro."

Scott made the very, very poor decision of glancing at the speedometer.

"Oh my God, Scarlett, please slow down!" he screamed, and I was fairly certain he was crying at that point.

"Can't do that, Scott."

"We're gonna die! I don't wanna die!"

"Scott, I don't think you understand the concept of a car chase."

"You're gonna kill us!" he squealed, momentarily freeing one hand to brandish a finger at the dashboard, then latching back onto the arm rest with white knuckles.

"Look, I also wish she hadn't let her drive," Stiles yelped from the backseat, sliding back and forth as the car swerved, "but if we go any slower, they're gonna kill us."

He gestured back to Kate's car, and I thought fleetingly that it'd be a shame for her to find out I was driving Derek's car after she, Allison and I had such a wonderful lunch the day before. Kate had even given me my own taser gun, something to keep Allison and I safe while there was still a killer on the loose. It was enough to make me forget about the wolfsbane perfume. Derek had said himself she might be trying to protect me. Clearly, that was the case.

My eyes stayed glued to the road as the chase progressed, trying to lead Kate further and further away from Derek so he could do a little bit of investigating in peace. I froze when I glanced in the rearview mirror.

"Woah, woah, woah, where is she?!"

Stiles spun around looking out the back window. "Huh, they're gone."

I slowed the car down, and Scott sagged deeply in the passenger seat. "Oh thank God!"

"No," I said, shaking my head. "Something's not right. Stiles?"

He nodded dutifully, and without further direction, whipped out the spare police radio he'd "borrowed" from his father's desk. It beeped once before fizzing to life.

"All units, suspect is on foot heading into the iron works."

There was a collective groan. Derek had been caught, and now the hunters knew that we were only a distraction.

"God damnit, Derek!" I growled, tightening my hands on the steering wheel. "Okay, hold tight."

"Oh no," Scott sighed, just as I slammed my foot on the accelerator.