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My eyes strain in the dark as I see Derek's figure emerge from the burnt Hale house that I have no idea how is still standing. He walks to his black car in long, fluid strides. We, meaning the usual troublemakers--Stiles, Scott, and myself--, were hiding in the bushes in front of the Hale house with three shovels, two flashlights, and one very sloppy plan. Which was wait until Derek leaves and go dig up a grave in his back yard and pray to God he doesn't come back and murder all of us and bury us in his back yard.
The car started and I jumped down as the headlights come on. Stiles is a few feet to my left behind a large tree and Scott was beside me hiding behind the same bush as me. The beam of the headlights lands on our area and I hold my breath, but Derek keeps going down the driveway. I let out that breath when I feel sure he won't be able to hear me--but then again he can probably hear my heart beat two miles away, so yeah.
"Said it before, I'll say it again." I began as was started walking toward the back of the burnt house. "You're crazy, and I'm equally as crazy for agreeing to come with you." I smiled and Scott and Stiles smiled at me.
"Wait," Scott said abruptly, bringing Stiles and myself to an immediate halt. "Something is different." Scott said apprehensively.
"Different how?" Stiles asks Scott.
"I don't know," Scott sounded strained. "Let's just get this over with."
"I'm all for that!" I said, closing the distance between myself and the suspicious-looking pile of dirt. "The sooner we start the sooner we get out of here and I don't have to worry about being murdered by Derek." I said, earning a laugh from both boys.
We all start digging, but within twenty minutes I'm assigned flashlight duty. I'm sitting at the top of the hole Scott and Stiles are digging, my feet dangled over the edge, bored out of my mind and my arms aching from holding the flashlight in one place so long. I can only imagine how the boys feel. We've been at this for about two hours.
"Shouldn't you guys stop for a minute and like...breathe?" I asked. "You've been at this for a long time."
"She's right, Stiles. This is taking way too long!" Scott said, pausing for a second to gesture toward me.
"Just keep going.'" Stiles sounded breathless.
"What if he comes back?" I asked, the thought of being murdered by Derek and being the next to be buried back here suddenly re-entering my mind, unfortunately.
"Then we get the hell out of here." Stiles says simply, continuing to dig the hole in the ground.
"What if he catches us?" Scott asks, his voice reflecting how worried I am. Frankly, Derek Hale scares me, a lot...oops.
"Which is?" I push.
"Scott runs one way, you and I run the other. Whoever he catches first, too bad!" He shrugs like it's nothing.
"I hate that plan!" I half yell, afraid if I actually do Derek will somehow hear me. "One of you has werewolf speed and the other is still a lot taller than me and a hell of a lot faster! I'd have no chance at all!" I stressed. So much for all for one and one for all, huh?
"I'd never let him hurt you, werewolf or not." Stiles said, looking at me with a small smile and he placed his hand on my knee. Such a small gesture that he's done so many times, but this time it left me breathless. What just happened? Did he really just say that? Why is my face so hot? Why--
My thoughts were interrupted by Scott yelling, "Wow! Stop, stop, stop!"
I look over the edge of the hole and see something in the ground. I grab one of my abandoned flash lights and point it down the hole and gasp. There, at Scott and Stiles' feet, is half the body of a dead wolf.
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Over My Head ↣ Stiles Stilinski
Fanfikce"You're over my head, I'm outta my mind, thinkin' I was born in the wrong time." Haley has known Scott and Stiles since Preschool. They've always been best friends, and they've always been the trouble makers. But when Stiles leads them out into the...
