Later that night, I was sitting in Stiles' bedroom doing the math homework I'd had to retrieve from the bleachers. My phone lit up with a text from Mom, saying she was working the late shift. I sighed, dropping it back on Stiles' bed.
"Hey," Stiles says from his desk. "I'm gonna video chat Scott, 'kay?"
"It's your house," I shrug.
"No, I mean -" Stiles starts. "Why are you here?" he asks pointblank.
"Gee, thanks," I say sarcastically.
"That's not - I just mean, why aren't you home?" Stiles tries again.
"Stiles, do you not want me here?" I ask and raise an eyebrow.
"No, I do. Very much so, I mean - Are you avoiding Scott?" Stiles moves the desk chair towards me until his knees are bumping mine. I put down the math homework.
"Why would I be avoiding Scott?" I ask, clasping my hands in my lap.
"Because he borrowed your lip gloss without asking," Stiles replies sarcastically, cocking his head at me, classic Stiles-style.
"I don't wear lip gloss," I retort.
"Well, gee, then it must be because he tried to kill us earlier," Stiles fake-deduces.
"I'm not avoiding Scott," I tell Stiles. He raises his eyebrows again in doubt. "Okay. Maybe a little. You try living with a werewolf in the next room over. I mean, what if he ... wolfs out? I don't have a fire extinguisher, Stiles, and I don't have you either."
"Do you wanna stay here tonight?" Stiles asks after a minute. I nod once. "All right. But I'm going to video chat Scott now, all right?"
"Alright," I say, picking up my math homework. Stiles wheels his chair back to the desk and I stare at the claw marks on the back of his chair. I imagine them across me, then across Stiles, then across Mom. I reel through every person I know, even Harris, and end with Allison. But somehow, that feels wrong. I just know that's not how she's going to die. I force myself back to reality, eyeing the claw marks again. "Are you ever going to get that fixed?"
Stiles turns to follow my gaze as Scott's face pops up on the screen. He shrugs and turns with a toy gun, which he fires at the screen.
"What'd you find out?" Scott asks.
"Well, it's bad," Stiles answers. "Jackson's got a separated shoulder."
"Because of me?" Scott asks.
Yes, because of you, I think. I sit still and silently. I'm not afraid of Scott and I'm not angry with him either. It just feels weird and I don't know how to put it into words yet.
"Because he's a tool," Stiles corrects.
"But is he going to play?" Scott inquires.
"Well," Stiles sighs. "They don't know yet. Now they're just counting on you for Saturday."
Scott sighs, closing his eyes. Suddenly, Scott leans in close to his computer, looking at something on the side of the screen.
"What?" I ask, sliding off of his bed. He doesn't answer me.
"What?" Scott echoes. Instead of answering, Stiles starts typing. Scott and I exchange a confused glance.
I read the words as Stiles types them.
It looks like someone's behind you.
"It looks like what?" Scott asks. He stares blankly at the screen. I look to Stiles. "Come on. Damn it," Scott mutters, banging on his keyboard.
"Can he not see it?" I ask Stiles, who shrugs.
"What?" Scott asks quietly. Then, he turns around and the figure moves. I shriek, jumping back from the computer screen. The figure throws Scott against the wall, pinning his face to the plaster.
"I saw you on the field," the voice says and I recognize it immediately. It's Derek Hale from the woods. His isn't a voice you forget easily. Stiles and I both watch the screen in horror.
"Wha- What are you talking about?" Scott cries.
"You shifted in front of them!" Derek says loudly. "If they find out about what you are, they find out about me, about all of us. And then it's not just the hunters after us, it's everyone."
So Derek Hale is a werewolf too and he really was on the lacrosse field. My head spins.
"They didn't see anything, I swear!" Scott promises.
"And they won't," Derek continues. "Because if you even try to play in that game on Saturday, I'm gonna kill you myself."
Then, Derek disappears out of my brother's room. Scott leans against the wall, breathing heavily for a minute before coming over to the computer. He assures me and Stiles that he's fine and then ends the chat. Stiles and I exchange a glance.
"Guess it's a good thing you were here then," Stiles says.
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Fanfiction"Don't be afraid of change. You might lose something good, but you'll gain something better." Emerson McCall is a pretty average high school student. She has one friend she shares with her brother, Scott, and between the two of them, she has all she...
