La Bete | Stiles Stilinski

Chapter Three

Chapter Three

"I know his family left town around the time Theo was nine or ten, his older sister died in an accident when he was eight," Stiles informed his father as we entered his office early Monday morning.

Stiles and I had been researching about Theo all night, trying to find every last detail on this guy. We are so sure that something doesn't add up right about him, I mean, just by looking at his face you can already tell he's not as friendly as he seems...

"Please go to school," Noah begged us, turning around to us.

"Dad, this kid is a werewolf." Stiles almost exclaimed.

"Your best friend is a werewolf. Your girlfriend... I'm not even sure what she's suppose to be, or Kira, actually..." Noah ranted. "When flying monkeys come soaring through this station, you will have my undivided attention. Until then, both of you, go to school."

Stiles then frowned and pointed at his father. "What did you do?" He spoke in this accusing tone. Noah and I both frowned, looking at him like he was crazy.

"What?" Noah raised an eyebrow and looked down at himself, checking himself out. "What do you mean, what did I do?"

Stiles eyes his father carefully. "Something's different about you."

"What are you talking about?" I asked him and Noah made a hand gesture towards me. Stiles then walked over to Noah, getting up in his personal bubble.

"What is it?" He mumbled. "What's different?"

"Stiles, he looks the same as he does every other day." I tell him.

"For the love of God, Stiles, just take your girlfriend and go to school!" Noah groaned; pushing him back.

Stiles steps back to me, lacing our hands. "We will go if you promise to do a full background check of the Raeken's."

I nod my head; liking this plan. "No." Noah answered. "You know what? Just because I'm the only law enforcement officer who knows anything about this, does not make it my responsibility to do something every time you or you have a minor susiopousn."

That's when I got a brilliant idea, I'm pretty sure my face lit up. I grinned widely. "Expect you're not the only one." Stiles looked at me, like I was a genius. I turned my body towards Parrish, who was in the other room doing some filing. Noah simply sighed.

"Parrish!"

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"So you ran a background check," Malia spoke as we walked up the stairs of Beacon Hills' High School with Stiles. "And all you guys found was a speeding ticket?"

"Speeding ticket signed by Theo's Dad eight years ago," Stiles claimed.

"Which means what?" Malia asked beside me.

"Who speeds?" Stiles turned to us. Malia looked at him blankly. We both came up with a really good theory as to why he was speeding on the way here. "People trying to get away from something."

"Well, how many tickets do you have?" Malia questioned.

"None."

"How many would you have if your Dad didn't get you out of them?"

"Seventeen." Stiles scrunches up his face cutely.

"I don't know, Stiles." Malia spoke and she looked over at me. "What are your thoughts?"

"I mean," I begin, leaning towards Stiles. Malia gaped at me. "Oh come on! I have a bad feeling about this person, too."

"Thank you," Stiles spoke, kissing my cheek. I smiled goofily, giggling. "I have a plan. There are steps to doing this right.