transcendent ༜stiles stilinski༜ [1] (UNDER EDITING)

14| The Kanima

Stiles rushes over to our table, clumsily. Scott and I look at each other then at out friend. He smells of fear and worry like always. It's always a comforting smell. It makes me feel like my own fear and worry are inferior to his own.

"Do you see that?"

Scott and I turn around to look at the table Stiles is talking about.  Sure enough there's a empty table. I look at Stiles with a concerned look in my eyes.

"Do you see that?" I ask.

"What?" Scott asks. "It's an empty table."

"Yeah," Stiles sighs, "but whose empty table?"

Scott and I look at each other in realization. Derek was at it again making wolves out of the local teenagers. Trying to build his pack. Using those weaker than him to get his own way.

"Boyd."

I grab both boys by the sleeves of their shirts and pull them out of the lunchroom. We move rapidly down the hall.

"Okay, Stiles, you go to his house," I command.

"And if he's not at home, you call us," Scott adds.

"Got it?"

Stiles shrugs. "Maybe we should let him. Boyd, you know, man? You said Derek's giving them a choice."

"We can't."

"You've got to admit. Erica looks pretty good." Stiles looks at me. "You know the word 'sensational' comes to mind."

"Let's see how 'sensational' she looks with a wolfsbane bullet in her head," I scoff.

"Sounds like someone's jealous."

"I'm not jealous!"

"Relax. All I'm saying is maybe this one isn't totally your responsibility."

"That's the thing, it is."

"And you know this thing is going to get out of control," Scott cuts in.

"That makes us responsible."

We stop at the top of the stairway and he looks at us reluctantly.

"All right," he strains, "I'm with you. And also, I've got to say this new found heroism is making me very attracted to you."

"Shut up," I mutter rolling my eyes.

"No seriously. Do you guys want to just try making out with me for a sec? Just to see how it feels?"

"Hey look, it's Lydia."

Stiles quickly turns around looking for the strawberry blonde girl. Scott and I exchange glances. We walk down the stairs and away from Stiles.

"Aw, guys. Come on," he says.

We hear him quickly following behind us.

~

Scott and I walk into the ice rink and see Boyd riding on a machine. I nod at Scott and we both walk to the boy.

"Boyd," Scott calls.

But he doesn't stop the machine. He ignores us and keeps riding like we don't exist.

"We just want to talk," I inform him.

"Hey, come on. Boyd. Please."

Boyd finally stops the machine and looks at us. Scott and I walk even closer to him.

"Did Derek tell you everything?" Scott asks. "And I don't just mean going out of control on the full moons. I mean everything."

He nods. "He told me about the hunters."