Blurry » Sterek

Chapter 17

Stiles bows his head from the brush as a deputy walks Derek by in handcuffs the next morning. He glares at Stiles before being ducked into the back of his dads police cruiser.

"I have to talk to him," Stiles states, earning a smack on the back of his head from Scott. "Ow!" He exclaims, rubbing the same spot. "That's what you do to me whenever I say something stupid," Scott retaliates. Stiles ignores the comment as the officer is waved over by his father, giving him the perfect opening.

"Stiles!" Scott hisses usher his breath, but it's too late, he's already at the passenger door.

Stiles shuts the door quietly and turns around to the gate separating them. "Listen, I know this is my fault and you probably hate me even more now, but I have to ask, are you a—"

"—Werewolf? Like your little friend over there?" Derek finishes with a scowl, sitting forward from his seat, "What do you think?" Stiles nods slowly, wanting to ask more questions. He hears the back of the ambulance slam shut, painfully reminding him about Laura. "Did you really—"

"No," Derek cuts off harshly, actually a little hurt that Stiles would even assume he killed his own sister. "What happened to her?" Stiles question quietly, guilty for not knowing Derek has been suffering through the loss of her, guilty because he dug up her burial. "An alpha," Derek states after a pause, making Stiles' gaze pull up. He opens his mouth to speak when a pain shoots through his ear, which his dad his pulling him out of the car by.

"What the hell do you think you're doing? I know he's your friend but you can't just go—"

"I know," Stiles interrupts, "But do you know what's going to happen to him? Do they have any evidence?" Noah sighs and glances at Scott standing behind them. "We don't have much. We're going to ID the girl then—"

"You know who she is!" Stiles shouts furiously. The sheriff hangs his head, looking through the back window to see Derek staring at the ambulance pulling away. "I know, Stiles," he whispers, "I know."

———

"Hey," Issac greets as he plops down into his usual desk next to the duo, his eyes adverting to the desk by the window, "Where's dark and broody?"

Stiles stares directly in front of him, knowing Derek will be the only thing on his mind all day. Laura is dead and he just got Derek arrested for murder. Seeing that Stiles isn't going to answer, Scott opens his mouth.

"How should we know?" Stiles suddenly snaps at him, not wanting Scott to spread the rumor about the other teen being arrested. Derek's life is already a living hell, he doesn't need anything else added to his plate.

Issac puts his hands up in surrender, exhaling as he leans against the seat. "I just thought you kept tabs on him." Stiles finally turns, shooting the curly-haired male a deadly glare. "You really aren't in a joking mood today, are you?"

"Okay, Issac," Scott butts in, not wanting his best friend to also be arrested for murder the same day Derek is, "Maybe you should sit somewhere else for the day."

"I'll shut up," he mutters, folding both arms across his chest as he looks forward at the board.

School drags on unbelievably slow, Stiles dragging his feet down the halls and zoning out during all his classes until finally the last bell rings.

"Dude, where are you going? We have lacrosse practice," Scott calls after him. Stiles sighs, having completely forgotten. "Can you just cover for me? I really—I just need to go home."

"Yeah, of course," Scott nods. "Thank you," Stiles mutters, turning back around to the front doors. He know more than gets home and drops his bag onto the kitchen floor, and his dad walks in.

"Hey, how's he doing? Is he okay?" Stiles asks frantically, attempting to study his fathers unreadable expression. "We let Derek go," Noah states, Stiles' eyes lighting up, "They determined...Laura's death to be by an animal attack. We had no reason to hold him."

"That's great!"