Research [Teen Wolf - Stiles Stilinski]

He Knows

Research: Chapter 8 - He Knows

Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Wolf. However, I do own a massive folder of Dylan O'Brien gifs.

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"-Just say, 'Hey, Allison. Can I borrow your necklace to see if there's anything on it, or in it, that can lead me to an Alpha werewolf that I need to kill in order to get back together with you!'"

"You're not helping." Scott moaned, and Hope rolled her eyes, elbowing Stiles lightly.

"Alright, why don't you just talk to her?" Stiles asked, and Hope rolled her eyes at Scott's response.

"She won't talk to me!"

"I wonder why, dumb ass." Hope stated rudely.

"What if she like, only takes it off in the shower or something?" Scott asked his two friends, and they both rolled their eyes.

"That's why you ease back into it. Get back on her good side. Remind her of the good times. And then you ask for that necklace." Stiles stopped him in the middle of the hallway, and Hope hit them both over the head. Scott had a small smirk on his face, and Stiles hit him.

"You're thinking about her in the shower, aren't you?"

"Yeah." Scott sighed.

"Alright, just stay focused. Stick to the plan." Stiles grabbed Scott's shoulder and hit it in a friendly manner. Hope rolled her eyes once more.

"Or I could just ask her for the necklace. She doesn't hate me like she hates the two of you," she said. 

"No, that's a terrible idea. Come on Hope." Stiles dragged her away, much to her protesting and unresolved issues with her idiotic best friends. She raised an eyebrow once they stopped in front of their maths class.

"It's not a terrible idea!" she said stubbornly, and Stiles shook his head.

"I know." he winked, opening the door for the both of them. A light ticked off in Hope's head as a small smile grew on her face, and she pointed her finger at Stiles.

"You. You are clever. I knew I kept you around for some reason. Clever," with every pause she shook her finger at him, and he rolled his eyes. They both sat down in their seats, and Hope pulled out her blue, spiral notebook/

"You kept me around for my dashing good looks." 

"Whatever makes you sleep at night, Stilisnki."  She turned her attention to her notepad and the teacher began droning about hypotenuse once more.

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After that class and a minute of annoyed banter from Stiles and Hope, Scott came running up to them with the worst news imaginable.

"What do you mean Jackson knows!?" Hope yelled in shock, nearly jumping out of her skin when she heard this.

"How the hell did he find out?" Stiles asked in panic, as Scott began flailing around much like his friend.

"I have no idea!" Scott exclaimed, his voice full of worry and panic.

"Oh, okay, did he say it out loud?" Stiles asked, and both Hope and Scott furrowed their eyebrows.

"Say what out loud?"

"The word."

"What word?" Hope exclaimed.

"Werewolf, okay? Did he say I know you're a werewolf?"

"No, but he implied it pretty freaking clearly."