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The next morning Stiles and Scott stood outside the Hale house looking at the police arresting Derek. They had told the sheriff about what they had found and now they were arresting the person they thought were responsible for the murder. Stiles couldn't help but to be curious about what they had found last night. The girl they had found weren't like Scott, she could transform to an actual wolf and he wanted to know why. So when he saw the deputies leaving Derek in the car Stiles took his chance running over to the car.
"No. Oh, God." Scott said and facepalmed when he saw what Stiles were about to do. Stiles took a look around making sure that no one saw him before getting in to the car. He turned around facing Derek who were seated in the back seat glaring at Stiles.
"Okay, just so you know, I'm not afraid of you. Okay, maybe I am. Doesn't matter. I just wanna know something. The girl you killed - She was a werewolf. She was a different kind, wasn't she? I mean, she could turn herself into an actual wolf, and I know Scott can't do that. Is that why you killed her?" Stiles asked the glaring boy with the green eyes.
"Why are you so worried about me when it's your friend who's the problem? When he shifts on the field, what do you think they're gonna do. Just keep cheering him on? I can't stop him from playing, but you can. And, trust me - You want to." Derek said back not answering the boys question. Stiles sighed before opening his mouth, he didn't have time to say anything before the car door were opened and he were dragged out from the car.
"There. Stand. What the hell do you think you're doing?" The sheriff asked his son with a glare. He didn't understand why his son always got in trouble.
"I'm just trying to help." Stiles said to his father. He were just trying to help his friend and father.
"Okay, well, how 'bout you help me understand exactly how you came across this." John said and crossed his arms over his chest.
"We were looking for Scott's inhaler."
"Which he dropped when?" John raised his eyebrows when he heard this, did his son know what he were saying?
"The other night."
"The other night when you were out looking for the first half of the body." John knew his son were just digging his grave deeper the more he talked.
"Yes."
"The night that you told me you were alone and Scott was at home."
"Yes. No. Oh, crap." Now Stiles understood what he had said and he mentally face palmed himself when he realized what he had told his father.
"So you lied to me." John asked with raised eyebrows at his son once again.
"That depends on how you define lying" Stiles said. He knew that he couldn't get out of it, but he would still try.
"Well, I define it as not telling the truth. How do you define it?"
"mm, reclining your body in a horizontal position?" Stiles said showing with his arms what he meant and he saw his father sighing and he could almost see the thoughts running through his head.
