Wolf Coach - Teen Wolf AU

Chapter 2

Stiles can never leave well enough alone. That will be his downfall, or even death sentence, one day. Stiles had endless curiosity and thirst for knowledge. He was the one to tell Scott about being a werewolf after all, as new as it all was.

So he watches from afar, watches his Coach as often as possible. Observes him with confusion and searches through his past with unyielding curiosity. He finds about Bobby's old friends, what they're doing now, finds out that his father past the year before and his mother in retirement. He also finds that Bobby played the saxophone in band in middle school and was labelled 'Strangest Insulter' by his peers. Stiles understood that at least. Coach was a little ridiculous at times.

It doesn't click until he hears Scott, who hasn't gotten a chance to explain the situation too - or maybe he was unwilling to, like it was too prying on Coach's life - yet. Scott talks about the Alpha, how he remembered about red eyes when he was on the bus, even though he knew now that he wasn't the one who hurt the driver.

Stiles attention was caught on the word red as Scott rambled. He shouldn't have been so occupied by it, he had been Scott's frickin' Robin on the mission to get on the bus in the first place.

But he couldn't help but remember the word red when he thought back on Coach in his office, furious and shocked as he scrunched the photo in his hand, eyes flashing the bright colour of blood, swirling with power under his skin.

Bobby was a werewolf - and worse, an Alpha.

Possibly even the Alpha who was terrorising Beacon Hills.

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After Stiles found the video of the Alpha on Lydia's phone, he had to be sure. Maybe that's why he was watching his Coach shop for groceries, peering at him from the end of the aisle behind the chips. He flicked his eyes about, pausing when he saw the 50% off on Doritos. He picked it up and stashed it in his empty basket, looking back to Bobby.

Who was gone. Stiles felt his body flush in anxiety, sweat collecting at the back of his neck as he peered around for his Coach, running down the aisle entrances.

"Stilinski." Stiles almost screamed as he spun around, hand on his chest as he saw Ms Martin.

"Oh, Ms Martin. Shopping on a Thursday night?"

"Late night shopping." She smiled pleasantly. "Is your father around or just you?" She looked around, almost hopefully.

"Uh, no, just me." He laughed nervously, searching for Bobby as subtly as possible.

"Looking for someone?"

"Uh, Lydia! Is she with you, perhaps?" He excused, smile shaky.

"No, she's resting. Beauty sleep." Martin chuckled. "Well, I'll leave you too it. Tell your father to stop by sometime if he wants to...question me any further." It was obviously a flirtation, but Stiles chose to ignore it.

"Sure thing, have a nice night!" He sped by her like he was being chased, whipping around to find his Coach. How could he be distracted so easily - He was at the check out. He was scanning his items like a normal person.

Then again, what did he expect? That he suddenly hunch down and turn to a rabid beast to maul on the poor child who was crying snot and tears at their mothers refusal on candy?

"Bloody hell." He muttered, stilling when Coach twitched towards his direction, not looking at him, but obviously having heard him. "You can hear me, can't you?" He said in amazement. Bobby didn't react, paying for his items and leaving in a hurry.