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"Hey, hey, Scott!" Stiles waves gaining Scott's attention. Stiles grabs his sleeve and pulls him towards the cafeteria. "Do you see that?" He asks him, pointing to an empty table.
Scott nods. "Uh, yeah? It's an empty table."
Stiles sighs at his friends cluelessness. "Yeah but who's table?" Stiles encourages him.
"Boyd's."
They start walking down the hall, to the doors. "And if he's not at home you call me, got it?" Scott asks his best friend. "What?" He asks, noticing the look on the buzzcut boys face, both completely oblivious to the curious Belle standing at her locker.
"Maybe we should let him," Stiles suggests. "Boyd, you know, man? You said Derek's giving them a choice, right?"
"We can't," Scott sighs.
"Well, I don't know, you gotta admit-- Erica look pretty good, you know?" Stiles replies as Belle rolls her eyes. Typical teenage boys, she thinks.
"You know, the word 'sensational' comes to mind," Stiles continues.
Scott glares at him. "How do you think she's gonna look with a wolfsbane bullet through her head?"
"Alright, all I'm saying is maybe this one isn't your responsibility."
Scott sighs. "They are, they all are-- and you know this thing's gonna get out of control, which makes me responsible."
"Alright I'm with you," Stiles agrees. "And I also gotta say, this newfound heroism is making me very attracted to you."
"Shut up Stiles."
"No seriously, do you wanna try making out just for a second?" Stiles asks, causing Belle to scrunch her nose. "Just to see how it feels."
Scott looks at Stiles before shaking his head, "Come on let's go."
Belle bites her bottom lip debating on if she should stay here or follow them. She decides to pick the latter and follows them outside. She gets in her own car, letting out a sigh as she puts the key into the ignition. "I really am a creepy person," she mutters to her self.
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"Boyd, I just wanna talk," Belle hears Scott call out to the teenage boy on the zamboni.
She slowly creeps her way over, hiding behind the walls, peeking over slightly.
"Hey, come on Boyd, please," Scott begs in desperation. "Did Derek tell you everything? And I don't just mean going out of control on full moons, I mean everything."
"He told me about the hunters," Boyd informs Scott.
"And that's not enough for you to say no? Whatever you want there are other ways to get it."
"I just wanna not eat lunch alone everyday," Boyd replies quietly.
Belle heart breaks a little at Boyd's confession and judging by Scotts face she could tell it got to him too.
"If you're looking for friends than you can do a lot better than Derek," Scott tells him.
"That really hurts Scott," a dark hair, green-eye man walks into the rink which Belle assumes is Derek. "I mean, if you're going to review me at least take a consensus.
"Erica? Hows life been for you since we met?" He asks the blonde hair girl next to him.
She opens her mouth, showing her newly assesed fangs. "In a word, transformative."
Belle rolls her eyes at the girls horrible pun, not at all liking Erica's new found personality.
"Isaac?" Derek continues.
Isaac shrugs and smirks. "Well, I'm a little bummed about being a fugitive but, other than that, I'm great."
Scott puts his hands up. "Okay wait hold on, this isn't exactly a fair fight," Scott tells Derek.
"Then go home."
Scott shakes his head beforej jumping and pounding his fist on the ice. "I meant fair for them," he growls, amber eyes glowing bright.
Derek gives his betas a nod, signaling them to fight Scott.
"Don't you get it?" Scott asks Isaac and Erica as they stalk towards him. "He's not doing this for you, he's just adding to his own power, it's all about him, okay?
"He makes you feel like he's giving you some kinds of gift when all he's done is turn you into a bunch of guard dogs."
Isaac makes a move towards Scott but the already experienced werewolf easily fends him off, tossing him like a basketball.
"It's true," Derek pipes up, as Scott throws Erica to the side. "It is about power," Derek growls before attacking Scott, succesfully getting slashes in.
Before thinking of the consequences Belle dives into the rink, changing into a cheetah mid air. She tackles Derek off of Scott, digging her claws in his shoulders.
"Pecus-Plastes," Derek whispers, shock and fear both evident in his eyes.
She bite his collar and drags him out of the rink, doing the same with Isaac and Erica as well before taking a protective stance infront of the injured beta. She roars, warning Derek to go leave and Derek does just that.
Belle quickly changes back. "You?" Scott asks the young brunette infront of him.
She smiles awkwardly. "Me."
really short chapter but like what the hell is belle?
ha that rhymed
btw pecus-plastes means "beast-shaper" which will be explained... eventually.
