Teen Wolf Season 3 // Scott McCall fanfiction

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"Hey...Lucia, we have to go to the school. Lyida called." Scott carefully shook me awake so I quickly got up and followed him to his motorcycle outside. I wrapped my arms around his waist tightly as he drove off towards bhhs.

"Wait Scott stop!" I yelled so he quickly stopped and turned to me so I pointed at the dead body on the bhhs sign. "There's a dead deputy." I whispered and he drove off, towards Stiles, Allison and Lydia.

"Guys. We found the dead body." I jumped off Scotts bike and Stiles called his father.

I crossed my arms, realising that I had forgotten my jacket and it was incredibly cold. I shivered and Stiles noticed so he pulled me to him and wrapped my arms around his waist, wrapping his jacket around the both of us.  "Thanks." I whispered, resting my head on his chest as the others discussed what was happening.

"Excuse me. Hey! Hey, hey, hey. Back it up. I know what you're thinking. I know you've got all these ideas about patterns and people dying in threes..." The sheriff approached Stiles and me but Stiles didn't let me go so I stayed.

"Dad, murdered, okay?" Stiles crossed his arms. "Sacrificed, actually." I mumbled, backing Stiles up. "I've got half the state, including the FBI, coming in on this. They're not getting away with killing one of our own." Sheriff exclaimed but Stiles shook his head.

"Dad, they killed Tara. You know, how many times did she help me with my math homework when I had to wait at the station for you?" Stiles said whilst Sheriff pulled his jacket off and handed it to me so I quickly pulled it on with a thankful smile.

By the time we were done discussing things the Sheriff sighed, "Just, uh, get to class, okay?" He gave up so I followed Stiles and Scott into the school. "Where did Alisson go?" I asked them and they shrugged before Scott pecked my forehead and ran to catch up with Isaac.

"So you two are together again? Like officially?" Stiles asked and I nodded, trying to hide my blush. "Good." Stiles stated before walking off into the other direction.

I sighed, wrapping my uncles jacket tighter around my body and walking down the hallway, thinking of Derek. Where is he? And what is he planning on doing?

"I've probably lost him forever." I whispered to myself, entering Ms Blakes classroom and taking my seat next to Lydia.

"Idioms, analogies, metaphors, and similes, all tools the writer uses to tell their story." Ms Blake stopped next to Lydia's table, "Lydia, I wasn't aware you had so many hidden talents." She smiled so Lydia twisted her pencil in her fingers and looked up at our teacher.

"You and every guy I've ever dated." She smiled sarcastically. "Oh, um, well, that was an idiom, by the way. Idioms are something of a secret to the people who know the language or the culture. They're phrases that only make sense if you know key words. Saying "jump the gun" is meaningful only if you know about the starting gun in a race, or a phrase like "seeing the whole board." She continued and Stiles put his hand up.

"Like chess." He stated.

"That's right, Stiles. Do you play?" Ms Blake asked. "Uh, no. My father does." Stiles nodded.

"Now, when does an idiom become a cliche?" Ms Blake asked and I turned to Scott when he tapped Stiles arm. "I think I can get to Ethan. I'm pretty sure I can make him talk." He whispered.

"What do you want to do that for?" Stiles asked. "The druids are emissaries, right? So what if the Darach was an emissary to the alphas?" Scott suggested. "Okay, first of all, I cannot believe that we've gotten to the point where a sentence like what if the Darach was an emissary to the alphas? Actually makes sense to me. Second of all, we're gonna have a huge problem getting to Ethan." Stiles pointed out.