Stiles' Brother

Chapter Four

Stiles' POV

I huff, plopping down on my bed. Damn it. Luka just had to go and overreact. Now Scott was depressed, and he's not going to get any better until Luka apologizes, no matter what any of us say. This is a rare time where I'm seriously pissed at my brother. How dare he? How dare he accuse Scott of such things, when he knows Scott would never do any of those things! That's the part that pisses me off the most, because he knows Scott, almost as well as he knows me, and yet, he had the nerve to say those things. And to try to tell me not to be friends with Scott, well, that was the last straw.

Luka didn't seem to understand that Beacon Hills needs someone like Scott, because you never know what sort of evil is lurking around the corner. He's too fixated on the quote, unquote, 'danger' of having a werewolf as my best friend. Though, what he doesn't seem to realize is, I'm probably a lot safer having Scott as my best friend than not having him as my best friend. I wasn't lying when I said that Scott just protects people, he would never hurt them. Scott's not dangerous. Well, not to me, anyway. Maybe to our enemies, but never to me. Never.

There's a sudden knock on the window, bringing me out of my thoughts. I look over at the window to see Jackson, and I frown, letting him in.

"What are you doing here?" I ask curiously. "Has there been another victim?"

"No, not yet." Jackson says, sitting down on the bed.

"Then why-" I start.

"If you ever repeat what I'm about to say, I'll kill you." Jackson threatens, making me smirk. "At any rate, I'm here because Lydia's worried about Scott." He shifts his weight uncomfortably, and my smirk widens.

"She is, is she? Well, then, why didn't she come over to talk to me herself? Why send you?" I ask.

"Oh, alright, I'm worried about Scott!" Jackson exclaims, glaring at me. "She doesn't even know I'm here. It's not like him to be so depressed, and to have it brought on so suddenly-"

"Trust me, Jacks, it wasn't sudden." I say, shaking my head. "He was upset before the meeting, he just tried to hide it."

"But... but I don't understand what happened. Why did he suddenly start crying before he ran up to his room? And why is he so upset to begin with?" Jackson asks. I sigh. "This isn't like Scott, and I'll be damned if I'm gonna sit by and let him be upset like this. Did someone say something to him? If so, just point me in their direction, I'll beat them so bloody senseless they won't even-"

"That's my brother you're threating." I say calmly, raising an eyebrow at him. "So watch it."

"Your brother?" Jackson asks, furrowing his eyebrows. "But why would your broth- oh..." His eyes widen in realization, and I nod. "You guys told him."

"Yeah, we did, and he reacted just the way we expected him to." I say with a sigh. "He freaked out. He started accusing Scott and the rest of you being monsters, and-"

"He WHAT?!" Jackson exclaims, cutting me off. He looks downright pissed.

"Yeah, and then said that you guys were killers and could snap-" I start.

"I'm about to snap now. How dare your brother say such things? Doesn't he know Scott would never-" Jackson starts.

"He does, that's the part that pisses me off the most!" I say, flailing my arms. "He's just so damn overprotective of me that he doesn't get that Scott helps people."

"...So, I guess you're not very happy with your brother either, huh?" Jackson asks. I shake my head.

"No." I say. "I don't get pissed at my brother very often, hardly ever, but I'm seriously pissed at him right now." Jackson doesn't say anything, instead, he leaves my room. Curiously, I follow him. Jackson makes his way downstairs to where Luka was sitting on the couch, watching TV. Jackson picks up the remote to the TV and shuts it off, before turning to Luka with a glare.