Dissipate - Stiles Stilinski

Chapter Three

Edited

"What the... how has it disappeared?" Stiles stares wide eyed at the now bare leg.

"I don't know, how am I supposed to know?" I pull down the jeans leg feeling uncomfortable at Stiles staring at it. Stiles then looks up at me.

"You're the one who had the bite on your leg. Are you messing with me or something?"

"No I'm not messing with you. Ask Scott if you don't believe me. His bite disappeared too."

"S-Scott?" Stiles stands up and takes one step towards me before stopping again. "You went to Scott before you came to me?"

"Yes! Because I knew you would look at me like you are right now!" I yelled.

"Looking at you like what?" Getting frustrated I run my hand through my hair, yanking it slightly.

"Like I'm crazy!" I take a deep breath, calming myself down and I look at Stiles in the eyes. "You know what? I'm just gonna go home. I'll see you at school tomorrow." I quickly grab my bag and head out the door before Stiles could say anything.

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I arrive at school just in time to head to the field to watch practice. As I was about to turn the corner I hear a loud threatening voice down the hallway.

"...without some sort of chemical boost." That sounds a lot like Jackson.

"Oh! You mean Steroids! Are you on Steroids?" asks Scott. I can definately tell it's him. I rush around the hall, trying to get to Scott and Jackson before Jackson does anything to Scott.

"What the hell is going on with you McCall?"

"What's going on with me? You really wanna know? Well so do I! Because I can see, hear and smell things that I shouldn't be able to see, hear and smell. I do things that should be impossible, I'm sleep walking three miles into the woods and I'm pretty sure I am totally out of my freaking mind!"

"You think your funny don't you McCall?"

"I know your hiding something. I don't care how long it takes to find out." I turn a corner to see Jackson slam his fist against the lockers beside Scott's head as a threat before walking away.

Before I could approach the flustered Scott, he walks away, heading towards the locker room. I guess it's time for practise.

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Well, Scott made the team. By basically doing gymnastics on the field and flipping over three guys just to score a goal. What a show off.

I laugh lightly and head out of school to my car. When I was nearing it, I felt a hand grip onto my arm, spinning me around. I gasp in fright only to sigh with relief when I see a pair of familiar dark brown eyes staring at me. Stiles stands in front of me, fidgeting, clearly in a hurry to get somewhere.

"Hey, Claire. I'm sorry about last night, but I need you to drive to my house, like, right now."

"Well, hello to you too Stiles. Apology accepted. Just.  What's going on?"

"You know the joke the other day in the woods about Scott being a werewolf?" I nod. "Well, if my suspicions are correct, it's not much of a joke anymore. Please, just come over. Do some research with me? If not research, then just some motivation? I just need help with this. Please."

I sigh, looking at the desperate look on his face. I cave. "Fine. But I'm not doing any research. I'm only gonna be there to motivate you." I nod my head at Stiles and walk away from him to get into my car.