Queen of the Damned

06

The next morning in class, Scott was trying to get Stiles to talk to him. "Still not talking to me? Okay, can you at least tell me if your dad's okay? It's just a bruise, right? Some soft tissue damage? Nothin' that big -- You know I feel really bad about it, right? Okay. What if I told you that I'm trying to figure this whole thing out and -- that I went to Derek for help?"

While still facing forward, Stiles said, "If I was talking to you, I'd say you're an idiot for trusting him. But obviously I'm not talking to you."

It took a few moments, but in the end, Stiles's curiosity got the best of him, and he turned to face his friend. "What did he say?"

Scott shot his best froend his typical puppy dog smile and informed Stiles and Eleanora how Derek wanted him to get angry.

They walked through the halls. Eleanora was standing between the boys, making a dip in their line. Stiles looked at his friend. "Wh -- he wants you to tap into your animal side and get angry?"

Scott nodded. "Yeah."

Stiles let out a soft sigh. "Alright, well, correct me if I'm wrong, but every time you do that, you try to kill someone, and that someone's usually me, and occasionally Eleanora."

"I know. That's what he means when he says he doesn't know if he can teach me. I have to be able to control it."

Eleanora crossed her arms as she asked, "And how does he plan on doing that?"

Scott met her eyes and shrugged. "I don't know. I don't think he does either."

Stiles's eyes widened, like he'd thought of something. "Okay. When are you seeing him again?"

"He told me not to talk about it. Just act normal and get through the day."

"When?"

"He's picking me up at the Animal Clinic after work."

"After work," Stiles repeated quietly. "All right, well, that gives us to the end of the school day then."

"To do what?"

"To teach you myself."

They made their way to the cafeteria and sat a couple tables away so Scott could stare at Allison secretly. But he wasn't being so discreet. He was holding up a textbook and periodically staring at her. Stiles let out a sigh. "I think the book's making it more obvious. Besides; she's reading anyway."

Scott ignored his friend and said, "So did you come up with a plan yet?"

Stiles nodded. "I think so."

"Does that mean you don't hate me now?"

"No. But your crap has infiltrated my life, so now I have to do something about it. Plus I'm definitely a better Yoda than Derek."

"Okay, yeah, you teach me."

"Yeah, I'll be your Yoda."

"Yeah, you be my Yoda."

"Your Yoda I will be," Stiles replied, earning a frown from Scott. "I said it backwards."

"Yeah, I-I know."

"All right, you know what? I definitely still hate you. Uh-huh. Oh, yeah."

Eleanora's brow furrowed. "How have you not seen Star Wars? Even I've seen it. Percy made me watch it."

Stiles turned to her. "You've seen it? I already  like you better than Scott despite your... Never mind. Can you do me a favor and grab a heart rate monitor from Coach's office? I'll show you the way."

Eleanora's brow raised. "Do I want to know what you have in mind?"

"Probably not."

While Scott made his way to the field, Stiles and Eleanora headed to the locker room and as she grabbed a heart rate monitor, he grabbed a phone.