Just Breathe

Chapter 7

"Hey Emma, its Stiles. Um I really want to talk to you. I heard what happened to your aunt and I'm really sorry. Something important is going on and I can't mess it up. After I'm done I am going to find you so we can talk and I want to tell you some things. I'm sorry I'm not there for you right now. Please know that I-" Stiles rambled into the phone, the beeping sound signaling the end of his message.

He sighed, hanging up. That was his fifth unanswered call to Emma's phone, which meant she was either ignoring him, or couldn't answer her phone. He didn't know which was more alarming. He threw his phone back into his bag, looking up at the score board. Half time, otherwise known as go time. Stiles looked over his shoulder, Allison winking. Stiles stood up, stretching as he casually strolled past the bleachers. The silvers keys shimmered in the light, his hand gracefully snatching them from Allison as he passed by. After looking around and deciding no one saw, Stiles headed towards the school.

"C'mon" Stiles muttered to himself, jamming the key in the lock. Click. The door to Gerarde's office swung open, emitting a loud creaking sound. Stiles looked around nervously, deciding that the coast was clear.

Stiles ran into the office and immediately started looking. He shuffled through the papers on the desk, nothing. He searched through the bookshelves, moving around the books, reading their titles. Although there were plenty of books, the one he was looking for was not there. He riffled through each desk draw, looking under papers and files. Nothing.

Stiles flopped back in Gerard's chair letting out a huge, disappointed sigh. It wasn't here. Stiles ditching Emma had been for nothing. 'Nothing here' Stiles texted Allison, biting his lip as he angrily shoved his phone back into his pocket. He fixed up the office so that no one could tell he had been her, standing back to inspect his work. He nodded, deciding it was identical to when he walked in. He turned to leave when a pair of hands covered his mouth and began dragging him down the hall, Stiles flailing, utterly panicked.

Finally the hands released him, Stiles stumbling away from his captor. He looked around and found himself in the pool area. He whipped around, Derek and Erica standing with their arms crossed. "Shit really Derek? Kidnapping? I don't have time for this. I have someone I need to talk to" Stiles growled, turning around to leave.

"Actually I think we need to talk" Derek corrected, Stiles turning around with a huff. Stiles went to roll his eyes at him when he was interrupted by Derek popping a basket ball with his claws, Stiles getting the metaphor.

"Ah geez" Stiles sputtered as the basketball fell to the floor, deflated. Erica wore that annoying smirk because she knew that Stiles understood the threat and Erica would follow it through.

"We want to know what you saw at the mechanics the other night" Derek said in his annoying, cocky tone because he knew he could crush Stiles in a second.

"Hmm lets see. Well I watched a man get crushed by my jeep, that was fun" Stiles replied in a sarcastic tone, earning a threatening growl from Derek.

"I'm serious" both him and Erica took a step forward. Stiles put up his hands, stepping backwards nervously.

"Alright! I um, I guess it had um yellow eyes, kinda scaly" Stiles listed what he could remember but the sudden pressure wasn't helping. Stiles stopped and was shot a dirty look from Derek.

"More" Derek growled in a low voice, chills running down Stiles' back. He sighed, wracking his brain for more details.

"Had a tail. A mouth with multiple rows of teeth, some claws" Stiles continued, using his hands to explain what he was saying. He stopped when he noticed Erica's and Derek's faces change, eyes widening and mouth's opening. "You guys know what I'm talking about? You have this look on his face that you know exactly what I'm talking about" Stiles laughed, glad that he could finally be done here.