CHASED BY THE SHADOW [STILES STILINSKI]

03; fireflies

TEEN WOLF
CHAPTER THREE; FIREFLIES
(S3E3)

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NICOLE huffed driving to Beacon Hills High. She purposely tried sleeping in so she didn't have to attend the high school. But Derek had other ideas. Ideas that Nicole didn't agree with. He showed up to her house, banging on the door like he was the police.

"I hate you, Derek." Nicole grumbled as she walked into Beacon Hills High with her school bag resting on her shoulder. She heard whistles from the other boys and she noticed their eyes roaming her body in the black tight dress she was wearing. She rolled her eyes and walked up to Scott and Stiles when she spotted them.

She looped her left arm through Stiles' right arm, making him jump. "Alright boys, let's go to school."

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Stiles laid down a map of the Beacon his bank on Derek's table. After school, they headed there ready to tell Derek their master plan into getting Boyd and whoever the hell was in there with him— out.

"Okay. You see this?" Stiles asked. "One of the robbers was lowered into this shaft. Now, this space is so small, it took him about 12 hours to drill into that wall, which is stone, by the way.

Then throughout the rest of the night, they siphoned the cash up to the guys on the roof through that one little shaft in the wall. Boom."

"Stiles, you're like nerd hot." Nicole commented. Stiles blushed.

"Can we fit in there?" Scott asked.

Stiles cleared his throat. "Yes, we can, but very, very barely. And they also patched the wall, obviously, so we're gonna need a drill of some kind. I'm thinking maybe a diamond bit—"

"Look, forget the drill." Derek cut of Stiles. He looked at him crazy.

"Sorry?"

"If I go in first, how much space do I have?" Derek asked.

"What do you–what do you think you're gonna do, Derek?" Stiles asked, his eyebrows raised. "You gonna punch through the wall?"

Derek crossed his arms over his chest. "Yes, Stiles, I'm gonna punch through the wall."

"Okay, big guy, let's see it. Let's see that fist. Big, old fist. Make it, come on. Get it out there, don't be scared." Stiles taunted.

Derek rolled his eyes, huffing and made a fist with his hands. Stiles grabbed his wrist with one hand and put the other a few inches in front of the fist.

"Big, bad wolf. Yeah, look at that." Stiles continued to taunt. "Okay, see this? There's maybe 3 inches of room to gather enough force to punch through sold—"

Stiles was cut off from his talking hi Derek punch his hand, cracking it a little. Stiles let out a small shriek, clutching his fist.

"He could do it." Stiles gasped in pain.

"Was that really necessary?" Nicole asked with an annoyed expression on her face. Derek rolled his eyes.

"I'll get through the wall." Derek declared. Stiles whimpers in reply. Nicole smiles and walks over to him. She grabs his hand, taking his pain away. Stiles sighed in relief and Nicole winked at him before returning back to her original spot at the table.

"Who's following me down?" Derek asked.

"Don't look at me. I'm not up to fighting speed yet, and honestly, with Isaac out of commission, you're not looking at very good odds for yourself." Peter spoke.

"So we're supposed to just let them die?" Nicole questioned.

"One of them is already dead." Peter said with a shrug.