"[Y/N]," someone shook your arm.
"Stiles?" You woke up groggily.
He put his finger to his lips. "Don't wake your family. I have a surprise for you."
"It's the middle of the night," you whispered angrily.
"Yeah, I know," he said. "It's really important. Get dressed."
You rolled out of bed, and Stiles turned around. You pulled on a pair of jeans and a sweater, and quickly ran a brush through your hair.
"Okay," you whispered. He grabbed your hand and led you quietly out the front door and to his Jeep.
"Where are we going?" You asked as he drove out of your neighborhood.
"I told you," he said a little irritably, "it's a surprise."
Your phone buzzed in your pocket, but you ignored it in favor of Stiles.
"Are we going to the school?" You asked when Stiles made a turn.
"You'll see," he said. You looked at him through the mirror. As if he could feel your eyes, he glared into the mirror. His face frightened you.
"Hey, um, Stiles." You gulped. "How did you get into my house?"
"The front door was unlocked," he said, even though you were positive you had locked it.
Now seemed like a good time to check your phone. The message was from Scott: Stiles isn't himself. You cringed, and did your best not to look suspicious. It wasn't Stiles in the car with you. It was the Nogitsune. You replied: He's taking me to the school.
"Who are you texting?" He asked aggressively.
"No one, I-"
He ripped the phone from your hands and threw it out the window. You tried to open the passenger door, but it was locked. He smirked as you sat back against your seat and closed your eyes.
"You're not Stiles, are you?" You asked slowly.
"Well, I look like him," he laughed. "You know, it's interesting. There are only three humans in the pack." He took a swift turn. "It could have been you." You didn't respond. "I mean you... You would have been harder to overtake. You're a lot stronger than Stiles."
"What do you want with me?" You asked shakily.
"Aw," he reached over and pinched your cheeks with a tight grip on your face. And then, in a malicious voice, he said, "I want to eliminate you."
He pushed his foot on the gas pedal, and the car began to speed up. 40. 50. 60 miles an hour. "It's weird," he said as you zoomed into the school parking lot. "Stiles is trying so hard." And then you crashed.
*****
"[Y/N]!" Voices screamed, but you could barely hear them. You slowly peeled open your sluggish eyes. Scott and Isaac were running towards you. The car was in flames.
Even through your haziness, you were suddenly more alert. Stiles was next to you, unconscious. You hoped it was Stiles.
Isaac grabbed you out of the car, and Scott threw Stiles over his shoulder. You bounced in Isaac's arms as he ran from the car, hurting your head. With you in a dazed state, the car exploded and you and Isaac were sent onto the ground.
"You okay?" Isaac asked over the buzzing in your ears.
"I'm fine," you sat up slowly. You saw Stiles waking up on the ground next to you.
"[Y/N]," he said quietly, but then repeated it louder. "I'm so sorry." He was trying his best not to cry, but it obviously wasn't working. Stiles was crying so hard it wouldn't be totally incorrect to say he was convulsing.
"It's okay," you crawled over and embraced him. "It wasn't you."
Scott and Isaac stood by and guarded you. It was at least an hour before you let Stiles go.
