shattered | s stilinski [1]

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"DEREK HALE! Where in the hell are you?! I've been waiting for almost two hours! Did I get so much as a call or text to tell me what is going on? NO!! Where are you?"  Caley blurted before Derek could even get one word out.

"Alright, Cay, calm down. Some of my pa- I mean friends have gone missing and I've been going crazy trying to find them. And I'm very busy right now. I sent two of my friends to go get you. Scott and Stiles, you can trust Scott, Stiles is another story but they'll be picking you up any minute now in a blue jeep. Alright?" Derek explained to Caley. Two of your pack members going missing can keep your hands full, and he couldn't bring Caley into his pack drama. So he sent Scott and Stiles.

About fifteen minutes later Caley saw a blue jeep pull up. Caley stood up and gathered her bags, and a boy, fairely tall, tan, and very muscular around her age, hopped out of the vehicle and walked up to her and held out a hand,

"Scott McCall, you must be Caley Armstrong?"  Scott asked but Caley didn't shake his hand.

"No, Megan Fox." She muttered sarcastically. Scott chuckled slightly, and a voice in the car yelled,

"Oh so not only is she Derek Hale's best friend, she also has really bad jokes." Caley glared at the unknown boy, how dare he? And did he just insult her? Or Derek? Or was it both? Caley shrugged it off and looked back at Scoot.

"Sorry about him, that's Stiles, my best friend, you'll warm up to him eventually. Hopefully." Scott's apology made Caley laugh a little at his last word, "Can I help you with your bags?" Scott asked, he was a real gentleman that was for sure. 

"Yes please. They're really heav-" Scott picked up three of her bags, her three heaviest bags, with ease. "Umm okay, you are very abnormally strong" Caley added picking up her backpack and followed Scott to the back of the Jeep. Scott chuckled and said,

"Uhh yeah I kinda had a weird life changing crisis last year, and now I'm the lacrosse team captain and had a had a really hot girlfriend" He chuckled but had a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes when he put the emphasis on 'had'. After they put all her bags in the back, Scott and Caley got in the Jeep, Scott in the passenger seat, Caley in the back. They both greeted by who Caley assumed to be Stiles.

"Alright let's get going can we?" He said impatiently when Scott and Caley got settled.

"Caley, this is Stiles Stilinski, my best friend. Stiles, this is Caley Armstrong" Scott introduced them.

"Um, what kind of name is 'Stiles'?" Caley asked dryly.

"Oh, well it's not his real name, just what he like to be called" Scott explained. Caley just nodded and looked at Stiles. He was not like Scott, he had small muscles, and pale, with moles decorated across his face. Stiles turned around and changed the gear of the car and began to drive. The three sat in an awkward silence for a little bit before Caley broke the silence,

"So, may I ask where you're taking me? Since Derek has got his hands a bit full at the moment." She asked

"Scott wants to go get a tattoo tonight and Derek demanded we take you with us" Stiles spoke up. Caley just nodded her head, she didn't mind and if Derek trusted them, she knew she could. 

When they arrived at the tattoo parlor they went inside and Scott told the tattoo artist what he wanted. Caley sat in the corner, Scott sat down, and Stiles wandered around the shop. The tattoo artist looked at the picture that Scott had drawn of two bands one thicker than the other, to be on his upper arm. The man spoke,

"Boy, its a good thing you drew me a picture" The older man said and Scott smiled, I chuckled a little. Stiles walked up holding up a tattoo of a lizard-like creature,