"You want me to do what?" Danny asks in shock. I look up at the two of them from where I'm sitting on the bed. Danny turns and looks at me, as if I was going to offer a better explanation.
"Trace a text," Stiles repeats. My gaze drops back to the necklace between my fingertips.
"I came here to do lab work," Danny argues. "That's what lab partners do."
"And we will ... once you trace the text," Stiles protests.
"Is he serious?" Danny looks at me again.
"Unfortunately," I reply.
"What makes you think I know how?" Danny asks. I duck my head back next to Derek's, and we keep studying the necklace.
"Oh, I - I looked up your arrest report, so ..." Stiles admits.
"I - I was thirteen," Danny says. "They dropped the charges."
"You've been arrested?" I ask in surprise.
"They dropped the charges!" His eyes widen.
"Whatever," Stiles says.
"No, we're doing lab work," Danny declares.
"What if it's the symbol?" I tap my finger on the wolf-like picture.
"Maybe ..." Derek mutters.
I see Danny look over. "Who's he again?" he asks.
"Um, my cousin ... Miguel," Stiles lies.
"Is that blood on his shirt?" Danny sounds concerned.
"Yeah. Yes," Stiles answers. He turns around and looks at us. I widen my eyes at the rust-colored stain on Derek's shirt. "Well, he gets these horrible nosebleeds. Hey, Miguel? I thought I told you you could borrow one of my shirts."
Derek looks up at him and scowls. Stiles jerks his chin towards his dresser. Derek stands, peels off his shirt, and opens Stiles' drawer. I can't pay attention to what Stiles says to Danny. I force my eyes away and back to the necklace. When I glance at Stiles and Danny again, I see that Danny is just as distracted as I am. In fact, I'm willing to bet no one except Stiles knows what Stiles just said.
"Stiles?" Derek says quietly. My eyes jump back to him, too willingly.
"Yes?" Stiles turns around.
"This -" Derek stretches one of Stiles' shirts. "No fit."
"Then try something else on," Stiles tells him. He looks between Danny and Derek and then narrows his eyes. "Hey! That one looks pretty good, huh? What do you think, Danny?"
I stare at the hideous, orange- and blue-striped shirt.
"Huh?" Danny grunts.
"The shirt," Stiles says.
"It's - it's not really his color," Danny answers truthfully.
"You swing for a different team, but you still play ball, don't you, Danny boy?" Stiles smirks as Derek takes off the ugly shirt.
"You're a horrible person," Danny tells him.
"I know. It keeps me awake at night," Stiles retorts. I roll my eyes. "Anyway, about that text ..."
"Stiles!" Derek says loudly. "None of these fit."
"I'll need the ISP, the phone number, and the exact time of the text," Danny rattles off and starts typing on Stiles' computer.
Stiles leans back in his chair to winks at me and gives me a thumbs-up.
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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...
