The Youngest (Teen Wolf) Rewritten

Chapter Nine

The next day, in class, the atmosphere buzzed with quiet anticipation as exams were handed back to the students. Papers rustled, chairs scraped, and the occasional sigh or triumphant whisper cut through the room. Kylie sat perched on Scott's lap, her small fingers tracing the edge of his notebook absently, eyes wide with the curiosity of being in the older kids' environment. Scott, unable to stay focused on the returned exams, kept glancing around, a pensive look etched across his face.

Stiles, sitting beside him and catching the distracted glances, leaned over and tapped Scott's shoulder lightly. "Look, if Derek isn't the Alpha, if he isn't the one who bit you, then who did?" Stiles whispered, his tone edged with urgency, drawing Scott's attention back to their quiet conversation.

Scott's jaw tightened at the reminder of his recent talk with Derek, where he'd learned that another, more dangerous werewolf was out there. The Alpha. A shiver ran down his spine at the thought. He glanced down at Kylie, who was playing with the hem of his shirt, blissfully unaware of the underlying tension. He'd brought her with him to school, convinced that keeping her close was safer than leaving her vulnerable elsewhere.

The classroom's subdued noise continued around them, but Scott's mind churned, already trying to piece together what their next move should be.

"I don't know," Scott whispered, his voice barely audible.

"Did the Alpha kill the bus driver?" Stiles questioned, his words spilling out in a rush.

He was clearly in one of his hyperactive questioning moods, his mind running at a hundred miles per hour.

"I don't know," Scott whispered again, his eyes distant, lost in thought.

Stiles leaned back with an exaggerated sigh, but his curiosity wasn't easily subdued. He leaned towards Scott again, undeterred.

"Does Allison's dad have no idea–"

"I don't know!" Scott snapped, his voice sharp and sudden, cutting his best friend off.

The room fell silent, and every head turned towards them. Kylie, who had been sitting quietly nearby, jumped, startled by her brother's outburst.

"Scotty, are you okay?" she asked, her eyes wide with concern.

Scott looked at her, his tense expression softening. He sighed, then leaned in to press a gentle kiss to her forehead.

"I'm fine, Ky," he murmured, trying to reassure her, though the strain in his voice was still evident.

He was then handed his exam. It had a big -D on it. Stiles glanced at the glaring red mark on Scott's paper, raising an eyebrow..

"Dude, you need to study more," he said, trying to lighten the mood, but Scott didn't even look at him. Stiles hesitated, then added, "That was a joke. Scott, it's one test, you're gonna make it up. You want help studying?"

Scott shook his head, his eyes still glued to the paper in front of him.

"No, I'm studying with Allison after school today," he replied, his tone distant.

Kylie, sitting beside Scott, noticed him absentmindedly fiddling with his pencil. She took it from his hand and began to scribble her name all over a blank sheet of paper. It was the only word she could really write, but it kept her occupied, her small hand moving in careful loops and lines as she filled the page.

"That's my boy," Stiles said, a hint of mischief in his voice, clearly impressed.

"We're just studying," Scott dismissed, trying to downplay it.