As soon as Stiles and I pull into his driveway, I know someone's waiting inside. I cautiously step through the front door, looking around. I expect to see Mr. Stilinski, but there's no one. Stiles furrows his eyebrows at me, but doesn't say anything. He hurries into his room, ditching his bag and beelining straight for his laptop.
"You're getting a feeling," Stiles says without turning around to look at me.
"How can you tell?" I drop my backpack on his bed.
"You have this - this look on your face that you get when you get a feeling," Stiles explains.
"Hey, Stiles!" I hear Mr. Stilinski yell from somewhere else in the house.
Stiles turns in his chair. "Yo, Da ... Derek."
I whip my head around to look in the corner of Stiles' room. Sure enough, Derek is standing there.
"You!" I accuse, pointing my finger at him. "You were my feeling!"
Derek holds a finger to his lips and motions Stiles to the door.
"I, um ..." Stiles trips over his own feet in his rush to the door. He falls into the door frame.
"What'd you say?" I hear Sheriff's voice asks.
"What? I said, 'Yo ... D-Dad,'" Stiles answers.
"What are you doing here?" I whisper to Derek. He holds his finger to his lips again, and I huff in annoyance.
"Listen, I've got something I've got to take care of, but, um, I'm gonna be there tonight. I mean, your first game," Stiles' dad continues.
"My first game," Stiles echoes. "Gosh, great. Awesome. Uh ... good."
"I'm very happy for you." Mr. Stilinski says. "And I'm really proud of you."
"Oh, thanks," Stiles returns. I flop backwards on his bed. "Me too. I'm happy ... and proud ... of myself."
"So, they're really gonna let you play, right?"
"Yeah, dad." Stiles' voice is unnaturally high. "I'm first line. Can you believe that?"
"I'm very proud," Sheriff repeats.
"Oh, me too ... again. I'm - oh," Stiles breaks off suddenly.
"You got someone else in there?" I hear Mr. Stilinski ask.
"No! No, just me. All by myself. Solo," Stiles stammers. I cringe and jump up.
"Hi, Mr. Stilinski." I appear, smiling behind Stiles.
"All by myself with Emerson." Stiles wraps his arm around me awkwardly, still blocking the door.
"Oh!" Mr. Stilinski's eyebrows shoot up. "Okay. Okay, I'll see you at the game, then."
"Take it easy," Stiles calls as his dad retreats. He turns once to give his son a weird look and then continues down the stairs. Stiles lets out a sigh of relief and pushes open his door. I walk around Derek to get back to the bed and Stiles starts to apologize. "I'm sor - oh!"
I whirl around when I hear Stiles cry out. Derek has Stiles' shirt in his fist and Stiles himself pinned against the door.
"If you say one word -" Derek threatens, sticking his finger in Stiles' face.
"Hey now." I step forward, crossing my arms. Stiles glances at me, but Derek doesn't move.
"Oh? What, you mean like, 'Hey, dad, Derek Hale's in my room ... bring your gun'?" Stiles retorts. Derek starts to back off. "Yeah, that's right. If I'm harboring your fugitive ass, it's my house, my rules, buddy." He hits Derek in the shoulder smugly.
Derek nods twice and then takes a step back. For a second, I'm very confused. It's not like Derek to back down so easily. It couldn't be that he's warming up to Stiles ... could it? Derek straightens Stiles' jacket, and Stiles returns the gesture. When he goes to walk away, Derek jumps at him.
"Oh my god!" Stiles ducks out of the way in fear. He stumbles into his desk chair and as soon as his back is to Derek, the werewolf turns around and grins at me, exposing all of his teeth. I smile back, surprised at how contagious his expression was.
"Scott didn't get the necklace?" Derek asks.
"No, he's still working on it," Stiles sighs. I perk up. I had almost forgotten about the necklace in my backpack. I start to say something about it, but Stiles keeps talking. "But there's something else we can try. The night we were trapped at the school, Scott sent a text to Allison asking her to meet him there."
"So?" Derek asks.
"So, it wasn't Scott," Stiles answers.
"Well, can you find out who sent it?" Derek inquires.
"Hey, um, before you do that -" I start.
"No, not me," Stiles cuts me off. I roll my eyes and unzip my backpack. They never listen. "But I think I know somebody who can."
I keep searching the bottom of my backpack as Stiles turns around and starts typing on his computer. My fingers find the cold metal chain, and I pull the necklace out. I tiptoe over to Derek. He doesn't notice me approaching because he's too busy looking over Stiles' shoulder.
"Hey," I say when I'm next to him. He turns and looks at me, and I hold up the necklace, dangling it by the chain. I smirk as Derek's eyes widen when he realizes what it is.
"You got it," Derek observes in awe.
"Yeah." I nod. "I just need it tonight for when Lydia comes over."
"When is Lydia coming over?" Stiles turns in his chair so fast that it almost topples over.
"She's not coming over here, you idiot." I roll my eyes. "She's coming to my house. At seven."
"Oh," Stiles says. "So, how is the necklace going to help us?"
"Inspect it," Derek commands, looking at me.
"You're not my boss," I fire back automatically as I start flipping it over. I run my fingers over the sides and over the engraved symbol. "I don't know what I'm looking for."
"Anything hidden inside or written on it or -" Derek starts to ramble.
"There's nothing!" I drop the pendant in defeat. "It's just a necklace."
"It's just a necklace," Stiles echoes.
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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...
