Teen Wolf: Bitten

Chapter 12: Son of a bitch

(Sorry if there are any mistakes, I'm still editing.)
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Stiles' POV
"I'm gonna go take a shower, will you be okay?" Scott said as we walked into the changing room.
"Yeah, I'll be fine." I replied as he walked into the shower room.
I walked over to my locker and began to gather my stuff. I took of my lacrosse top and quickly threw on a green top. I was just about to change into my jeans when I heard a bang from the other side of the lockers.
"Hello...?" I called.
Out of no where, someone shoved me into the lockers. It was the boy who was in goal. He was holding a knife up against my throat.
"You're Stiles, aren't you?" He asked.
"What? How do you know my name?" I replied, trying to remain as still as possible.
"You are meant to be dead." He spat. "How the hell are you-"
Before he could finish his sentence, I knocked the knife out of his hand and pushed him up against the lockers.
"Who the hell are you?" I asked, my claws digging into the boys skin.
"Oh, you're a werewolf. So that's how you survived! Let me guess...the true alpha, Scott, bit you, didn't he? And you have blue eyes, this just gets better and better. My boss is going to love this." He said smugly.
"Boss? Who are you working for? Why did you try to kill me? And how do you know about Scott?" I asked. I needed answers, and I was willing to do anything to get them.
"Ahh, so many questions. I'm sorry Stiles, but I can't tell you anything."
I was about to reply when all of a sudden I felt something sharp go into hip. I quickly fell to the ground.
"You really think you can beat a hunter? See you around Stiles. Oh and try not to show off those blue eyes too much, it could get you killed." the boy shouted as he ran out of the changing room.
"Motherfucker." I whispered to myself as I pulled the knife out.
"Stiles? Oh my god, what the hell happened?" Scott shouted as he ran in with just his jeans on.
"That son a bitch stabbed me, and he owes me a new top!" I shouted as I held a hand over my wound.
"What?" Scott asked as he quickly helped me up.
"The guy in goal, he was a hunter. He asked me why I wasn't dead, and then he saw my blue eyes and said how his boss was gonna love this. And well then, he stabbed me."
"You'll be fine, it will heal in a couple minutes. Seriously, I leave you for five minutes and you manage to get stabbed. Did the boy say anything else? Did you catch his name?" Scott asked.
"He did mention you but we weren't really on speaking terms, but next time I see him I'll let you know."
"Okay...okay! Did he say anything about his boss?"
"No, he wouldn't tell me anything."
"Okay, I'll text Deaton. Are you okay? Is it healing alright?"
"Yeah I'm fine, just please go put a shirt on."
"What? Is my wet, shirtless torso too much for you?" Scott joked and smirked.
"Shut up."
Scott put on his shirt and then pulled out his phone.
"I'll text him now, you go change your top...again."
I looked down to see a hole in my green top and blood smeared over it.
"Great...just fricken great" I whispered to myself.
I walked up to my dented locker and got out my spear top. I pulled up my top and saw that the wound had almost healed so I decided to clean the blood off my hip with my towel. I took off the bloody one and put on the new one.
"Deaton replied...he said-" Scott said from behind me.
"Jesus Christ, don't jump up behind me like that!" I said, a tad shaken.
"Sorry, anyway Deaton said he can't do much. There's not enough information for him to find out anything."
"I kind of figured that. But anyway, has he found out anything about the you know...nightmares?"
"I don't think so, he would of told me."
"Dammit. Well anyway, I can hear the others coming back now so I'm gonna head home. See you tomorrow Sc-"
"Oh no, I don't think so. I'm coming home with you and I'm staying at yours. There could be someone after you, you're not going home alone."
"Scott, I'm fine! I can protect myself. I don't need a baby sitter." I said as I threw my bag over my shoulders.
"Yeah, it's not like you just got stabbed or anything. I'm coming with you, end of discussion. Now wait here while I go get my bag and put on my shoes."
Scott went to retrieve his bag while I cleaned my blood of the floor with my towel. Scott came back in the room with his bags and lacrosse stick.
"Come on, let's go." He said.
I threw the towel into my bag and then immediately left with Scott.
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(Sorry I took so long to update! And sorry this is a short chapter. Thanks for reading <3 oh and, please go read my new story 'Infected', it would mean a lot. Also, tell me what you think of it!)