The Omen

ꕥ Chapter Nine ꕥ

"You sobered up?" Stiles asks me with a smug expression.

"Don't speak to me." I mutter, angrily buckling the broken seatbelt of Stiles's Jeep.

From beside me Stiles laughs, putting the car in reverse. "So just so you know I'm not speaking to Scott."

My eyes widen as my head whips towards Stiles, "What?"

"He let my dad get hit by a car."

"What?!"

Stiles sighs and runs his hand over his buzzed hair. "There was a mountain lion at the school last night, and Argent killed it but a car backed out and hit my dad. It's nothing big, just a few bruises but Scott could have stopped it and he didn't."

"I'm sure there was a good reason Scott couldn't be there." I attempt to defend Scott.

"He was with Allison." Stiles snaps.

"At lease he was trying to help someone." I reply calmly, trying to reason with Stiles.

"Yeah, sure." Stiles mumbles, running his hand over the steering wheel. I can practically feel the anger rolling off of him.

"Stiles." I mutter softly, "Its not Scott's fault. Sure he was there but it isn't his fault."

Stiles sighs angrily and doesn't reply, he only pulls into the school parking lot and angrily switches the Jeep into park. He throws the door open and stops out, slamming the delicate car door behind him.

"Hey!" I snap, following Stiles out of the car. "Don't be mad."

"Why shouldn't I be?!" He snaps, causing me to flinch at his sudden aggression towards me.

"Because it's not our fault." I say sadly, vaguely away I said our before I turn on my heels and stomp away.

I find Scott standing next to the bike rack, locking his bike up. "Hey, wolfy." I grin, leaning on his shoulder.

"Hey, Hetha." He says sadly.

I frown at his sad tone and push myself away, standing up straight, "What's wrong?"

"Well Allison got grounded so I can't see her now, Derek is trying to train me by almost killing me, Stiles is mad, should I go on?"

"Derek tried to kill you?" I ask, shocked that the grumpy wolf was even helping Scott.

"Not actually, but he sure scared the hell out of me." Scott sighs, kicking the ground as he picks up his backpack from the dusty ground.

"He isn't trying to train me." I mumble, kicking the ground below me.

"Why?" Scott asks wide eyed, "I know you aren't a werewolf but don't you still need training?"

"I guess it might be because I don't turn into an insane killing machine once a month." I shrug.

"That's debatable." Scott mutters under his breath, and I'm not entirely sure I was supposed to hear it.

"Hey!" I snap, hitting him in the shoulder harder than I had intended to.

Scott only rolls his eyes and begins muttering under his breath, "Stay away from Allison. Stay away from Allison."