Dissipate - Stiles Stilinski

Chapter Seven

I'm outside Derek's house this morning where we found the body. Scott and I lean against the Jeep, watching as a couple of Police Officers haul Derek out of his burnt house. I still can't believe Derek would live in the house where his whole family burnt alive. But I guess he's just really messed up. He sends Scott and me a glare. If looks could kill, as clichéd as it sounds, we would definitely be dead a thousand times over. The guys shove Derek into the back of Sherriff Stilinski's car.

I see Stiles close by moving slowly towards the car Derek is being kept in, spinning around to make sure no one catches what he is trying to do. Whatever he is trying to do. What the hell is he doing? Stiles shoots in the front seat of the car and turns to try and talk to Derek. That idiot. I shoot forward to try and get Stiles out of that car but Scott catches my arm before I can do anything.

"Leave Stiles to it. He's most likely gonna get caught, and it'd be even worse if you get caught with him." I sigh and lean back against the Jeep again, returning to my spot. "So..." Scott starts, turning towards me, smirking and I tilt my head towards him eyebrows raised. "Is there anything going on with you and Stiles? Because you two seem to be getting closer." My eyes grow wide at his question. What is going on with Stiles and I?

"There is nothing really going on with Stiles and I, Scott. Why would you think there's something going on?" I ask Scott, curiously.

"No reason." Oh, there is definitely a reason. We fall into a silence, an uncomfortable one at that. I try to come up with something to say to break the silence, but Scott beats me to it. "What do you feel towards Stiles?" Good question. What do I feel towards him? Things seem different with us compared to Scott and I. I guess I'll just have to tell Scott the truth. I can't be bothered lying right now.

"I don't know. I mean, yeah I love him; I always have though, just like I love you. But I'm not sure if the feelings are different from how I feel about you. I mean you're like a brother to me, obviously. I just don't really think of him like a brother." I realise I'm babbling and quickly stop. Scott grins at me and I quickly turn away from him, blushing slightly. Why did I just say that? Now he's gonna think I like him, and I don't even know if I like him myself. I see Sherriff Stilinski approach his car and haul Stiles out by the back of his shirt. "Oh crap." I mutter to myself. I glance towards Scott. "I'll be right back." I say to Scott and race off towards Stiles and Sherriff Stilinski.

"There. Stand." Sherriff angrily tells Stiles and let's go of his shirt.

"Hey Sherriff." Sherriff Stilinski turns towards me and gives me a nod as I approach them.

I stop and stand beside Stiles and look at his father who looks pretty mad right now. "Stiles, what the hell do you think you're doing?" He says towards Stiles, shooting daggers at him.

"I'm just trying to help." Stiles tries to explain, but the look he was giving him he was obviously not buying it.

"Okay, well, help me understand exactly how you guys came across this."

"We were looking for Scott's inhaler." Oh my God Stiles. Don't say anymore. He doesn't know we were in the woods.

"Which he dropped when?" I give Stiles a glare to try and shut him up but he doesn't even glance at me.

"The other night." Shut up Stiles.

"The other night when you were out here looking for the first half of the body." Damn it. He's already caught Stiles. I sigh and shake my head, mentally cursing Stiles.

"Yes" Stiles says, still oblivious to the previous lie.

The Sherriff leans back on his right leg, crosses his arms and looks down at Stiles. "The night you told me you were alone and Scott and Claire were at home."