EXPECT THE UNEXPECTED | teen wolf

chapter nine | MAGIC BULLET

"If Derek isn't the Alpha-if he's not the one who bit you, then who did?" Stiles asked as he, Nara, and Scott sat in History.

"I don't know," Scott answered quietly.

"Did the Alpha kill the bus driver?" Nara asked, biting at her red-polished thumbnail.

"I don't know."

"Does Allison's dad know-" Stiles began to ask.

"I don't know!" Scott snapped, causing everyone to look back at them. The teacher giving a warning look before handing their tests over.

"I got an A," Nara and Stiles said at the same time, giving each other a high five but quickly dropping it at the D- on Scott's paper.

"Dude, you need to study more," Stiles mumbled as he leaned over a bit. Scott threw his paper down in response.

"That was a joke." Stiles added hastily.

"Scott, it's one test! You're gonna make it up!" Nara assured him, grabbing the test so she could look over his answers. It couldn't be that bad-okay, the Civil War was not fought between the US and Germany? And you do not spell Washington with a u? She handed the paper back and raked a hand tiredly through her hair. The best part about history is that it never changes. Perceptions and people change, but for the most part, history is set in stone. It was her best subject along with English and French.

"Do you want help studying?" Stiles finally asked.

"No. I'm studying with Allison after school, " Scott replied.

"That's my boy!" Stiles exclaimed, causing Nara to roll her eyes.

"We're just studying."

"No, you're not!"

"No, we're not?"

"Not if I'm forced to live vicariously through you. If you go to her house today and squander that colossal opportunity-I swear to god, I'll have you de-balled!" The non-werewolf threatened.

"Don't get shot by another bow and arrow," Nara murmured under her breath, shaking her head at Stiles' ridiculous comments.

He turned and glared.

"Okay, okay. Both of you-just stop with the comments and the questions. Just stop period!"

Nara threw her hands up in surrender.

"Fine-fine. No more questions, no more talk about the Alpha or Derek. Derek, who still scares me!" Stiles whispered the last part. She chuckled, slipping her test paper into her bag.

(TEEN WOLF)

The final bell rang, and Stiles and Nara headed out the door and towards his jeep. They were pulling out when Derek-stepped in front of them, holding out his hands and then collapsing.

"You got to be kidding me. This guy is everywhere," Stiles mumbled before looking out his driver-side mirror at the sight of traffic that was beginning to pile up. She jumped out and kneeled next to the guy as car horns echoed in the background.

"What's wrong? Why do you look like that?" Before he could say anything, Scott rushed over, and Stiles joined them.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Scott questioned, trying to keep his voice low.

"I was shot," Derek replied as Nara put an arm around his back, trying to help him stay upright. As she did so, she got a rush of coldness and shivered.

"He's not looking so good, dude!" Stiles stated.

"Okay, why aren't you healing?" She asked.

"I can't. It was a different kind of bullet," the older werewolf gasped in between breaths.